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doc#140 | <p> Pamela was glad Jim was nowhere near. | His | presence would have interfered with her |
doc#142 | right hand. It was burning away, forgotten. | His | face was clouded with unhappiness. </p><p> |
doc#142 | followed them inside, crowding the small room. | His | face was stiff with anger when they let |
doc#142 | him, but the threat of violence was there. | His | face took on a sudden pallor, became beaded |
doc#143 | even pretended to be farming his spread. | His | land had never been plowed. He had done |
doc#144 | her a thing like that. Couldn't I just" -- | His | voice trailed off into silence. </p><p> Brenner |
doc#144 | trouble. Tell her to hurry". </p><p> "Yes sir". | His | face pale, Summers headed for the street |
doc#144 | in an attempt to knock Curt's brains out. | His | aim was hurried; so the pitchfork whistled |
doc#145 | you've got all evening to visit with Dan. | His | wounds need dressing now". </p><p> Mrs. Jackson |
doc#146 | followed at once and halted two steps inside. | His | eyes widened. While five minutes ago the |
doc#146 | if ridding himself of something unclean. | His | glance at Gyp Carmer was disdainful. "Shall |
doc#146 | sharp canter, with growing alarm. </p><p> | His | first glimpse of the ranch house across |
doc#147 | motion and almost ran to the plane with it. | His | face was dark as the sky above it as he |
doc#147 | above a thousand feet. It was frustrating. | His | earphones were constantly full of the sounds |
doc#147 | And then he thought Todman might be right. | His | mind flicked through the mental pictures |
doc#147 | maneuverability, American on speed and firepower. | His | present maximum altitude, up against the |
doc#147 | on the reflector glass in front of him. | His | hands shook. "Arm your guns, Sweeneys". |
doc#147 | diving board. </p><p> He tightened his turn. | His | nose up. It was going to be dangerous. |
doc#147 | the plane shuddered. Luck was with him. | His | burst held for a second on the engine section |
doc#147 | vanished. It was all Greg had time to see. | His | maneuvering for the shot had placed him |