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doc#145 | standing there beside Sally Jackson and | her | folks in front of their trail-worn wagon |
doc#145 | subject. "From now on, Sally and me and | her | folks aim to give you our turn when it |
doc#140 | hard and stuck to the roof of her mouth and | her | teeth were clenched together in the rigid |
doc#145 | our dust", Rod protested. </p><p> "Sally and | her | ma want to trade off on account of Harmony |
doc#137 | up the quirt and was twirling it around | her | wrist and smiling at him. </p><p> "Carwood |
doc#145 | reassuringly, concerned by the pinched look around | her | mouth. "Like enough we'll all be up on |
doc#140 | enclosed her clammy hands and twined around | her | ankles. It crept into the open neck of |
doc#140 | by a vile sensuality that writhed around | her | throat in ever-tightening circles. </p><p> |
doc#140 | back down the hill, with the village as | her | ostensible destination. </p><p> As she drove |
doc#132 | mother's death when she was eight, as well as | her | subsequent anger at her father for remarrying |
doc#142 | never know. Certainly, she wouldn't dare ask | her | father afterward. He would tell her not |
doc#132 | eight, as well as her subsequent anger at | her | father for remarrying. Her previous traumatic |
doc#135 | clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at | her | eyes. </p><p> Mike turned away. He was thinking |
doc#141 | scarcely sat a horse in years? He slid in at | her | side, tucked a cigar into his mouth, and |
doc#95 | Dunlop, pleaded that she was sorely needed at | her | Portland home by her widowed mother, 80 |
doc#140 | her feet; bushes swished and scratched at | her | slacks; tree branches snapped as she pushed |
doc#148 | or maybe she liked men old enough to be | her | father; some women with father fixations |
doc#98 | slaying and said that the son-in-law became | her | lover after the death of her daughter in |
doc#137 | . Her hat had come off and fallen behind | her | shoulders, held by the string, and he could |
doc#145 | . 40. AT FIRST Matilda could not believe | her | own eyes. She had spent too many hours |