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doc#112 | that corresponds to his visage. The |
doc#144 | it was, his vision blurred and |
doc#115 | for nature and his visions of Sweden |
doc#113 | one outlet for his vital energy. |
doc#134 | his cheek and his voice came out |
doc#143 | face expressionless and his voice very calm |
doc#115 | is different with his volume The Swedes |
doc#145 | me fixed up his wagon while we |
doc#133 | spent most of his waking hours along |
doc#36 | state judge on his waterfront property. |
doc#103 | rancher was navigating his way across the |
doc#145 | <p> With Rod on his way and Matilda |
doc#135 | he was on his way at a |
doc#81 | tried to blast his way out of |
doc#139 | he had clawed his way up from |
doc#146 | that Stevens made his way with Russ |
doc#108 | blissful deference to his white employer ( |
doc#138 | . He wore his white shirt open |
doc#105 | his family -- his wife, daughter |
doc#75 | Nev., where his wife, former |