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doc#141 | escape. </p><p> Why, he's going to kill me, he | thought | wildly. I meant him no harm. I've given |
doc#142 | He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had | thought | his face almost ugly with the anger in |
doc#144 | studied the problem for a few seconds and | thought | of a means by which it might be solved. |
doc#144 | started to reach for his gun, but apparently | thought | better of it. </p><p> "That's the stuff", |
doc#145 | himself up for the evening. Damn it, he | thought | bitterly, picking up his shirt and staring |
doc#147 | no signs of activity. </p><p> Once Todman | thought | he had spotted a tank and went down to |
doc#147 | enemy contacts made by other flights. He | thought | once that he identified the somewhat hysterical |
doc#147 | a group of houses that Intelligence had | thought | might contain Japanese supplies. The low |
doc#147 | excitedly, and hopefully. </p><p> And then he | thought | Todman might be right. His mind flicked |
doc#147 | a bit and shoot up with him. Perfect, he | thought | . </p><p> With the rapid rate of closure, |
doc#147 | stick grip. His air speed dropped until he | thought | he would spin out. </p><p> Too many people |
doc#148 | eyes met we both quickly averted them. I | thought | I saw a faint surge of color rise to her |