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doc#137 | said, and her tone had softened |
doc#137 | twirling it around her wrist and smiling |
doc#137 | time he caught her wrist and pulled |
doc#137 | wrist and pulled her out of the |
doc#137 | tried to break her fall. He |
doc#137 | . He grabbed her by the shoulders |
doc#137 | knee, taking her weight so that |
doc#137 | let go of her . He got |
doc#137 | was already on her feet, and |
doc#137 | he stood facing her . He wiped |
doc#137 | quirt impatiently against her knee and glared |
doc#137 | seemed to change her mind. " |
doc#137 | . </p><p> He saw her hand start to |
doc#137 | and he grabbed her wrist. " |
doc#137 | <p> She brought up her free hand to |
doc#137 | side-stepped her blow and she |
doc#137 | he could see her face more clearly |
doc#137 | pretty. But her prettiness was what |
doc#137 | the sound of her horse any longer |
doc#137 | , what was her name? Judith |