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"They'd git you, Jack, if you did," suggested the law-man grimly.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"They'd git you, Jack, if you did," suggested the law-man grimly.
1905
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SUPP2000.1855
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"Do you mean that you do not care--that you do not hate and despise me? I have never known a woman like you. I have never believed that there were such women."
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"I wish you could see yourself; I wish I could tell you how you look."
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1930 / 1931
"All right," he said harshly. "You understand that you are a prisoner here now, don't you?"
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