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doc#126 | you are turning over sods in your garden, | but | you have to be a really keen observer to |
doc#147 | panel. He saw them, specks against the gray, | but | closing fast. They were headed straight |
doc#108 | into something beautiful and grotesque, | but | as unreal as -- or even more unreal than |
doc#79 | Continental League never got off the ground, | but | after two years it forced the existing |
doc#120 | Douglass to determine uniquely the space group, | but | a negative test for piezoelectricity led |
doc#135 | guerrillas. There's bound to be someone on guard, | but | the hat might fool them long enough for |
doc#144 | surprise. He started to reach for his gun, | but | apparently thought better of it. </p><p> |
doc#138 | were almost always present in the hall, | but | what they were doing, and exactly where |
doc#142 | that her mother knew what had happened, | but | they could speculate upon it. But her mother |
doc#107 | of nature's God". </p><p> They fought hard, | but | they were forgiving to former foes, and |
doc#113 | lyrical intensity they reveal what they hate, | but | their faith in love, inspired by the revolutionary |
doc#135 | whipsawed post oak. The iron hinges held, | but | the planks were in danger of being torn |
doc#135 | big chance". </p><p> Dean still hesitated, | but | Mike lifted him almost bodily into the |
doc#146 | moment. He heard cries from behind him, | but | he could make out no words. </p><p> He dashed |
doc#137 | She brought up her free hand to hit him, | but | this time he was quicker. He side-stepped |
doc#142 | from all sides. No man laid a hand on him, | but | the threat of violence was there. His face |
doc#104 | ready to grant the Persians their history, | but | almost no one is willing to acknowledge |
doc#114 | don't propose to go into their history, | but | I have one or two surmises. One is that |
doc#141 | no longer think of face-saving, of honor, | but | only of escape. </p><p> Why, he's going to |
doc#133 | on his shovel as he studied the horizon, | but | nothing happened, each day dragging out |