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doc#133 | right with you, Mr. Morgan, I'll sleep out | here | on the couch. We haven't slept together |
doc#134 | <p> Gavin paused wearily. "You can't stay | here | with me. It's late and you said they'd |
doc#134 | with me. It's late and you said they'd be | here | by dawn". </p><p> "You can't make me go". |
doc#134 | shook his head, murmuring, "No". </p><p> "Come | here | ". The old man beckoned with one finger |
doc#134 | valley", he whispered huskily. "Lived alone | here | for three years, before any man came. Lived |
doc#135 | talk later. First, we've got to get out of | here | ". </p><p> "We'll grab horses", Dean said. |
doc#135 | offered him a chance for living. He had none | here | . And, for the sake of Julia and Susan, |
doc#136 | The Aricaras treated us like friends. And | here | all the time you knew the Sioux would be |
doc#137 | know him. I ought to. My father ran him off | here | six years ago". </p><p> Wilson didn't say |
doc#137 | a clear title. I have it with me, right | here | . If you want to see" -- </p><p> "Never mind |
doc#137 | expressionless. "You shouldn't be riding up | here | after dark, Judith", he said quietly. " |
doc#137 | home, Joseph. You've got no business up | here | ". </p><p> The half-breed didn't answer this |
doc#137 | of you. I don't know what goes on around | here | , and I don't care. I don't know what makes |
doc#138 | four vague figures, at the most. Drifting | here | and there. Squatting, as if waiting. The |
doc#138 | handed out, he told me, every morning. Now, | here | was something of obvious importance to |
doc#138 | enough but certainly had not expected to find | here | . I decided to see no more of the clerk |
doc#139 | aren't one of us. There's nothing for you | here | ". </p><p> "I got no place to go". </p><p> Barton |
doc#140 | her jaws. </p><p> She had to get away from | here | before this demoniac possession swallowed |
doc#140 | exit from the grove. She had been snared | here | by a vile sensuality that writhed around |
doc#141 | <p> "How -- with what? There's nothing out | here | but rattlesnakes". "Now, ain't it the truth |