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doc#134 | round to the other men -- "We can catch | him | easy! There are plenty of fresh horses |
doc#146 | struggle up, heaving desperately. Russ gave | him | a brutal thrust that tumbled him over flat |
doc#68 | time to turn around. He really crucified | him | ... he nailed it for a yard loss". </p><p> |
doc#131 | practical knowledge and skill are felt by | him | to be inadequate. He is confronted with |
doc#141 | his mood, it was the best way to handle | him | ; that is, to show no curiosity whatsoever |
doc#136 | He was naked except for a clout. Next to | him | was a young boy I was sure had sat near |
doc#75 | him at the magazine stand. </p><p> "I told | him | who I was and he was quite cold. But he |
doc#146 | pockets, will you? If we have to we'll take | him | apart and see what he's made of"! </p><p> |
doc#137 | Your personal guard? You're pretty hard on | him | ". </p><p> "He works for my father", the girl |
doc#134 | not come to life. The silence oppressed | him | , made him bend low over the horse's neck |
doc#134 | loyalty to him. Now they were riding to kill | him | . And he was fleeing, running -- fleeing |
doc#148 | charge of electricity. </p><p> Why she married | him | I do not know. I myself was fond of him |
doc#134 | mocking smile in the saloon when he had asked | him | what he would do if they brought their |
doc#29 | Eisenhower the man, even if we considered | him | a mediocre president ... but there is nothing |
doc#133 | bitterness and disappointment that poisoned | him | was hard work. He found that if he was |
doc#145 | grabbed Sally out of the circle surrounding | him | , and then kissed her soundly before setting |
doc#113 | release the energy within him that makes | him | feel truly and fully alive, even if it |
doc#137 | course, but they thought they were doing | him | a favor by pretending. He hadn't shown |
doc#137 | Wilson said. "Jake Carwood. Maybe you know | him | ". </p><p> The girl laughed. "I know him. |
doc#134 | every leaping stride of the horse beneath | him | he crossed one more patch of earth that |