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doc#17 | other White House business to devote all | his | time and attention to working on the Berlin |
doc#134 | their eyes reveal their desire. He worked | his | tongue round and round in the hollow of |
doc#147 | jumped off the wing. The expression was | his | trade-mark, his open sesame to good luck |
doc#75 | anybody, and has stayed away from newsmen on | his | train trip across the nation to Reno, Nev. |
doc#147 | from a diving board. </p><p> He tightened | his | turn. His nose up. It was going to be dangerous |
doc#137 | the bit and held them firmly, and it was | his | turn to smile now. "I don't mind washing |
doc#147 | the enemy flew into them. Greg tightened | his | turn until the plane shuddered. Luck was |
doc#145 | , Dan didn't feel the need of putting in | his | two-bits' worth. </p><p> Soon as the Burnsides |
doc#72 | </p><p> Dick McAuliffe cracked the first of | his | two doubles against Lefty Don Rudolph to |
doc#107 | be unanimously elected President. During | his | two terms the Constitution was tested and |
doc#139 | San Francisco. </p><p> Hague squeezed down | his | uneasy dislike. He pulled open the top |
doc#50 | the present city administration and led | his | union's battle against the teamsters, which |
doc#146 | outside door to glance behind him, Pat looked | his | unspoken warning and stepped out. He and |
doc#146 | shirtsleeve, and he felt a brief burn on | his | upper arm. Another snarled close overhead |
doc#134 | was the land he had created and lived in: | his | valley. With every leaping stride of the |
doc#108 | industrial impact. </p><p> Faulkner traces, in | his | vast and overpowering saga of Yoknapatawpha |
doc#100 | therefore at least partly in sympathy with | his | views. Time's editor, Thomas Griffith, |
doc#25 | J. Joseph Nugent to get "the benefit of | his | views". He will then appoint the study |
doc#136 | n't the earthquake that made him return to | his | village"! </p><p> "No. Now dammit, I don't |
doc#139 | Barton hesitated. He did not trust Rankin, | his | violent temper, his killer instinct. But |