| "Follow your star, John," Bessie declared stoutly
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| He felt stricken, broken, overwhelmed
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| A foolish quiver passed over him and shook him till he actually trembled
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page„ 46
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| "Don't speak to me, don't!" she commanded hoarsely
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page„ 184
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| "You nailed it up," rebutted John flatly
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page„ 194
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| "That man is innocent"
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page„ 509
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