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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