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doc#142 | cookfire, and his wife was busy at it now. | Conchita | kept an eye on the twins and little Elena |
doc#142 | creek by which they persisted in playing. | Conchita | nagged at the younger children, attempting |
doc#142 | wife and child. He'd been in an angry mood: | Conchita | had thought his face almost ugly with the |
doc#142 | </p><p> Even as she called to the children, | Conchita | let her gaze seek Tom Brannon. Tomas, she |
doc#142 | Hernandez. Whatever they are talking about? | Conchita | wondered. </p><p> It bothered her that she |