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doc#141 | cipher it out later". </p><p> "Aah, go on", | she | said. "Just go the hell on". </p><p> He grinned |
doc#141 | for a gun. And he really feels that way, | she | thought. That's really all he's got, all |
doc#141 | and eyes, his fine-chiseled features. But | she | 'd known plenty of handsomer guys, and, |
doc#141 | powerful of build. He could move very quickly, | she | knew (although he seldom found occasion |
doc#141 | delicate appearance. </p><p> Just nothing, | she | told herself. Just so darned sure of himself |
doc#141 | one to her. </p><p> "Oh, cut it out, Tom"! | she | snapped. "Can't you stop that stupid clowning |
doc#141 | with her limited knowledge of such things, | she | knew that the car could be repaired there |
doc#141 | from others. </p><p> "Well, let's get going", | she | said impatiently. "I" -- She broke off, |
doc#141 | with a shrug of pretended indifference, | she | took a compact from her purse and went |
doc#141 | show no curiosity whatsoever. Otherwise, | she | would be baited into a tantrum -- teased |
doc#141 | into a tantrum -- teased and provoked until | she | lost control of herself, and thus lost |
doc#142 | between him and his wife. She wished that | she | could talk to her mother about it. Not |
doc#142 | upon it. But her mother would rebuke her if | she | mentioned it, and say that it was none |
doc#142 | mud all over your dress"! </p><p> Even as | she | called to the children, Conchita let her |
doc#142 | Conchita let her gaze seek Tom Brannon. Tomas, | she | called him -- as the Mexican hands did. |
doc#142 | Conchita wondered. </p><p> It bothered her that | she | probably would never know. Certainly, she |
doc#142 | she probably would never know. Certainly, | she | wouldn't dare ask her father afterward. |
doc#142 | pry into grownups' affairs -- as though | she | were a little kid like Elena! </p><p> At |
doc#142 | a time. Give her time to miss you. Maybe | she | will then come to you. After all, you want |
doc#142 | "Maybe in a year, Tomas ...". "In a year | she | 'll like living in Clayton's house too much |