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doc#143 | cursed at them and threatened them. He was a | man | , those neighbors testified later, who did |
doc#143 | anyone had been near. </p><p> Lewis was a | man | who had made a full-time job of cow stealing |
doc#137 | it would do the most good. If you were a | man | " -- </p><p> "She isn't, mister". </p><p> The |
doc#134 | you so you could stand up. I made you a | man | ". </p><p> "Yes, Gavin, you did". </p><p> He |
doc#131 | and, as Lippman put it, "mobilizing all | man | 's scattered energies in one triumphant |
doc#140 | depredations with more abundant growth and | man | 's follies with its own musical evening |
doc#102 | stations in a bomber, each with another | man | beside him to help, for an armed bomb to |
doc#134 | Lived alone here for three years, before any | man | came. Lived alone by the river. It was |
doc#141 | once told Joyce, had he encountered any | man | or situation that called for a gun. And |
doc#140 | dwarf the short span of time allotted to any | man | . </p><p> Pamela shook her head. She must |
doc#1 | that the couple has not lived together as | man | and wife for more than a year. </p><p> The |
doc#116 | which could amplify, project, or augment | man | 's control over himself and over other men |
doc#134 | could rally his anger; against this bent | man | in the chair he was powerless. </p><p> Gavin |
doc#141 | looks, what was there left? He wasn't a big | man | ; rather on the medium side. Neither was |
doc#139 | against his eardrums. </p><p> He was a big | man | , wearing a neat flannel shirt against the |
doc#144 | </p><p> "Having all the guns makes you a big | man | , don't it, Adams? If we was both armed, |
doc#144 | 's guard and landed two blows to the big | man | 's belly, putting everything he had behind |
doc#139 | The eyes always held Hague, eyes of a dead | man | , lidless as a lizard's, with the fixed |
doc#143 | searching for the assassin. He heaved the dead | man | onto the buckboard, yelled and lashed at |
doc#143 | -law, Charlie Keane, moved into the dead | man | 's home, the anonymous letter writer took |