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doc#136 | to see when the Aricaras charged again. | This | time more of them hurdled the barrier. |
doc#138 | disturbed me. The clerk paid them no attention. | This | impressed me, until I realized how limited |
doc#138 | from the counter with its overhead light. | This | light did not penetrate very far back into |
doc#138 | office, flicked off and on impatiently. | This | sort of petty vigilance annoyed me. I felt |
doc#138 | hankered after working hard with my hands. | This | desire, I went on, growing voluble as my |
doc#139 | his desk and drew out a tintype. </p><p> " | This | is Mitchell Barton. He broke out of Folsom |
doc#141 | that stupid clowning for even a minute"? " | This | ain't your brand, maybe", Lord suggested |
doc#141 | unto-itself world that was Lord's world. | This | , he was sure, was the way they would act |
doc#143 | for exactly the same thing happened again. | This | time Lewis had his own rifle in his hands |
doc#143 | BE TAKEN THE SAME AS POWELL'S WAS. </p><p> | This | was the message found tacked to the cabin |
doc#144 | <p> "You're staying right here for a while. | This | dirty coward just admitted killing Arbuckle |