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doc#107 | enemy to it be regarded as a Pandora with | her | box opened; and the disguised one, as the |
doc#140 | of her eyes and sank into the fibers of | her | brain, depriving her of reason and sight |
doc#140 | quivering pores of her skin. It crawled across | her | breasts, suffocating the life in her nipples |
doc#140 | stone. For a moment, she could not catch | her | breath and then, her breath returning in |
doc#140 | that they ached; stifled her lungs so that | her | breath came in harsh gasps; clutched her |
doc#140 | she could not catch her breath and then, | her | breath returning in short, frightened spasms |
doc#140 | and went upstairs to her bedroom. </p><p> On | her | bureau lay a small, brass ornament of simple |
doc#133 | feet, staggered, and almost fell. He caught | her | by an arm and helped her into the kitchen |
doc#137 | and he tried to break her fall. He grabbed | her | by the shoulders and went down on one knee |
doc#145 | almost wiped out the deep, downward sags in | her | careworn face, Matilda leaned over the |
doc#145 | nothing at all"! </p><p> Leaning forward in | her | chair, Gran nearsightedly scrutinized Dan |
doc#148 | that suffused her neck and moved upwards to | her | cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that |
doc#148 | color rise to her neck and quickly suffuse | her | cheeks. True, she was my Aunt, married |
doc#140 | that the forest was in league with her and | her | child ... that its sympathy lay with the |
doc#140 | knew she would not feel comfortable about | her | child until she had personally confided |
doc#145 | permanent to remember me by"! </p><p> Sally left | her | choring to stand beside Dan. Slipping her |
doc#126 | the queen starts out by constructing, in | her | chosen abode, a small "floor" of dried |
doc#148 | clicked in this instance, but I treated | her | circumspectly and I felt that she knew |
doc#140 | was somehow grotesquely alive. It enclosed | her | clammy hands and twined around her ankles |
doc#145 | folks and the lost Conestoga still holding | her | close .... </p><p> Out in the center of the |