This action may take several minutes for large corpora, please wait.
doc#140 | feet laboriously. She started to brush |
doc#140 | the trees. She stood quite still |
doc#141 | same way ... </p><p> She studied him hopefully |
doc#137 | the firelight. She studied it for |
doc#140 | her retreat. </p><p> She stumbled over the |
doc#137 | step back. She swung the quirt |
doc#140 | evil place. </p><p> She thrust forward through |
doc#135 | deep tenderness. She too began to |
doc#133 | the house. She was amazingly light |
doc#140 | looked around. She was bewildered. |
doc#137 | death song. She was carrying a |
doc#145 | unshed tears. She was glad, |
doc#63 | in reserve. She was moving up |
doc#137 | the chance. She was quick. |
doc#140 | guide her. </p><p> She was standing in |
doc#148 | much care. </p><p> She was standing with |
doc#140 | move upward. She was sure she |
doc#137 | me". </p><p> She wiped it off |
doc#142 | his wife. She wished that she |
doc#142 | ". </p><p> " She won't change |