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doc#140 | as signs that she was nearing the |
doc#145 | dreamless sleep that she had known since |
doc#137 | around so that she could get a |
doc#145 | deeply thankful that she could see her |
doc#140 | was there that she would have to |
doc#142 | She wished that she could talk to |
doc#133 | said; then she murmured: " |
doc#140 | again. Then she turned the station |
doc#137 | time. Then she turned back to |
doc#142 | -- as though she were a little |
doc#109 | At one time she felt impelled to |
doc#140 | her child until she had personally confided |
doc#137 | the girl until she had gone into |
doc#141 | and provoked until she lost control of |
doc#133 | <p> The grateful way she looked at Morgan |
doc#148 | , the way she held her head |
doc#148 | , the way she walked -- there |
doc#135 | that the way she had responded to |
doc#140 | to consider what she would do if |
doc#140 | headed in what she believed was the |