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doc#141 | silence, "Maybe you could write it down for | me | , huh? Print it in real big letters, an' |
doc#135 | the hat might fool them long enough for | me | to get close". </p><p> Holding the pistol |
doc#62 | weight had dropped to 180 -- "too light for | me | to be at my best" he said. </p><p> "I feel |
doc#112 | their language is too philosophical for | me | . I am not a philosopher. One can only speak |
doc#145 | now. Besides, 'tain't no more'n right for | me | to follow with my black oxen, so 's I can |
doc#148 | the ankle perfect. </p><p> You must forgive | me | if I seem to dwell too much on her physical |
doc#142 | five or ten, the boy will have forgotten | me | -- his own father"! </p><p> "But to take |
doc#35 | The Mayor said: </p><p> "It didn't come from | me | . But as I have said before, if I announce |
doc#134 | mock me too much! Can't let you go way from | me | again ..." He closed his eyes, ashamed |
doc#136 | world you people live in". </p><p> Oso gave | me | an unruffled look. "Old Knife's got the |
doc#148 | take care of my normal expenses and give | me | time to paint I accepted. </p><p> The arrangement |
doc#112 | my mother had run away from home to give | me | an unhappy childhood. I told him no, that |
doc#142 | place, you'd follow such advice as you give | me | "? </p><p> Hernandez looked suddenly uncertain |
doc#26 | Some of my fellow workers were grooming | me | for an office in the Socialist Party. The |
doc#134 | goin"? </p><p> "Yes". </p><p> "You don't hate | me | any more"? </p><p> Clayton choked, shook |
doc#141 | God you're going to listen. Do you hear | me | ? You're going to listen"! </p><p> Lord nodded |
doc#134 | quivering neck. "Help me up, Clay. Help | me | up, I feel kind of stiff". Clayton lifted |
doc#134 | on the stallion's quivering neck. "Help | me | up, Clay. Help me up, I feel kind of stiff |
doc#144 | pressure on the trigger of his gun. "So help | me | , Crouch, I'd like to kill you where you |
doc#134 | Ed is dead -- and you come to me, to help | me | . Oh! God in Heaven, I can't refuse you |