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quadgram | frequency |
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the end of the | 40 |
the edge of the | 39 |
the door of the | 35 |
at the end of | 33 |
the face of the | 33 |
riders of the plains | 27 |
as he did so | 26 |
the middle of the | 26 |
for a long time | 26 |
the rest of the | 25 |
the eyes of the | 24 |
at the same time | 21 |
pierre and his people | 21 |
but he did not | 21 |
the riders of the | 20 |
the other side of | 19 |
romany of the snows | 19 |
in the middle of | 18 |
he turned to the | 18 |
a romany of the | 18 |
the head of the | 18 |
on the edge of | 18 |
for the first time | 18 |
i do not know | 17 |
i will tell you | 16 |
the spirit of the | 16 |
other side of the | 16 |
he looked at the | 16 |
he said in a | 16 |
there is a short | 15 |
short list of bookmarks | 15 |
for those who may | 15 |
is a short list | 15 |
in the eyes of | 15 |
a short list of | 15 |
this ebook was produced | 15 |
and he did not | 15 |
for a few moments | 15 |
who may wish to | 15 |
wish to sample the | 15 |
those who may wish | 15 |
made up his mind | 15 |
may wish to sample | 15 |
the old man had | 15 |
before making an entire | 15 |
ebook was produced by | 15 |
produced by david widger | 15 |
making an entire meal | 15 |
an entire meal of | 15 |
by gilbert parker volume | 15 |
the file for those | 15 |
end of the file | 15 |
david widger widger cecomet | 15 |
ideas before making an | 15 |
was produced by david | 15 |
in front of the | 15 |
of the file for | 15 |
by david widger widger | 15 |
got to his feet | 15 |
entire meal of them | 15 |
file for those who | 15 |
of the mighty men | 14 |
the black creek stopping | 14 |
the hills of the | 14 |
the top of the | 14 |
in the face of | 14 |
and looked at the | 14 |
what do you want | 14 |
it was in the | 14 |
there was nothing to | 13 |
there was only one | 13 |
the end of it | 13 |
the man who had | 13 |
up and down the | 13 |
hills of the mighty | 13 |
he had come to | 13 |
the side of the | 13 |
in a low voice | 13 |
at the door of | 13 |
the face of a | 13 |
it was no use | 12 |
it would have been | 12 |
what will you do | 12 |
on the other side | 12 |
to the door of | 12 |
i did not know | 12 |
the name of the | 12 |
i want you to | 12 |
he did not know | 12 |
in spite of the | 12 |
and there was no | 12 |
that it was a | 12 |
on the part of | 12 |
at the thought of | 12 |
the sound of the | 12 |
there was not a | 12 |
the heart of the | 12 |
did not know that | 12 |
with a kind of | 12 |
in the far north | 12 |
to go to the | 12 |
said the old man | 11 |
he was going to | 11 |
the close of the | 11 |
as if he had | 11 |
in the heart of | 11 |
of pierre and his | 11 |
then there was a | 11 |
to the door and | 11 |
in the presence of | 11 |
the back of the | 11 |
he was about to | 11 |
for the last time | 11 |
that he had been | 11 |
in a few minutes | 11 |
she did not know | 11 |
in a kind of | 11 |
the voice of the | 11 |
in the light of | 10 |
was about to speak | 10 |
the eye of the | 10 |
that there was a | 10 |
the edge of a | 10 |
a hand on his | 10 |
to the edge of | 10 |
he was in the | 10 |
the first time in | 10 |
he opened the door | 10 |
in the name of | 10 |
the words of the | 10 |
i am going to | 10 |
the arts and crafts | 10 |
that he could not | 10 |
at the close of | 10 |
he knew that the | 10 |
a good deal of | 10 |
came out of the | 10 |
the shelter of the | 10 |
his way to the | 10 |
at the foot of | 10 |
the corner of the | 10 |
but there was no | 10 |
was one of the | 10 |
he was a man | 10 |
at the sound of | 10 |
and he knew that | 10 |
the bottom of the | 10 |
old man savarin is | 9 |
he said at last | 9 |
he said to himself | 9 |
with a touch of | 9 |
went to the door | 9 |
of the far north | 9 |
the trail of the | 9 |
was not to be | 9 |
she held out her | 9 |
the story of the | 9 |
held out her hand | 9 |
there was silence for | 9 |
but it was a | 9 |
was silence for a | 9 |
that he did not | 9 |
on the way to | 9 |
the hands of the | 9 |
the old man was | 9 |
with an air of | 9 |
the centre of the | 9 |
his hand on the | 9 |
the foot of the | 9 |
a quarter of a | 9 |
he could not see | 9 |
for the sake of | 9 |
that there was no | 9 |
sat down on the | 9 |
for a few seconds | 8 |
the words of a | 8 |
there was something in | 8 |
held out his hand | 8 |
one end of the | 8 |
he went to the | 8 |
he said to the | 8 |
as soon as he | 8 |
sweet saint gabrielle hear | 8 |
there had been no | 8 |
a man who had | 8 |
but it was no | 8 |
the door opened and | 8 |
but she did not | 8 |
that he was going | 8 |
the light of the | 8 |
of the great slave | 8 |
for the love of | 8 |
he came to the | 8 |
out of the window | 8 |
so it was that | 8 |
a few minutes later | 8 |
the heart of a | 8 |
it would be a | 8 |
the sweet saint gabrielle | 8 |
the stroke of the | 8 |
to go to bed | 8 |
then he turned to | 8 |
he shook his head | 8 |
at the top of | 8 |
with a sense of | 8 |
on the top of | 8 |
what is the good | 8 |
the life of the | 8 |
had come to the | 8 |
he would not be | 8 |
of the white swan | 8 |
the hand of the | 8 |
it was a great | 8 |
stroke of the hour | 8 |
he had not been | 8 |
but he would not | 8 |
from side to side | 8 |
as a matter of | 8 |
out of his eyes | 8 |
of the scarlet hunter | 8 |
to go back to | 8 |
stood for a moment | 7 |
nothing to do but | 7 |
put a hand on | 7 |
there was no one | 7 |
not far from the | 7 |
the fact that he | 7 |
it could not be | 7 |
that he was not | 7 |
he seemed to be | 7 |
and he had a | 7 |
made his way to | 7 |
at the head of | 7 |
the wall of the | 7 |
into the face of | 7 |
he saw that the | 7 |
the love of god | 7 |
out into the night | 7 |
him for a moment | 7 |
up his mind to | 7 |
he would not go | 7 |
there is only one | 7 |
over and over again | 7 |
when the swallows homeward | 7 |
the smell of the | 7 |
a corner of the | 7 |
saw that he was | 7 |
at the sight of | 7 |
came into his eyes | 7 |
he had never seen | 7 |
and his people and | 7 |
for a few minutes | 7 |
to the end of | 7 |
that he had not | 7 |
the daughter of a | 7 |
in the direction of | 7 |
but he was not | 7 |
the home of the | 7 |
as though he had | 7 |
laid his hand on | 7 |
the swallows homeward fly | 7 |
in the hands of | 7 |
from time to time | 7 |
the beginning of the | 7 |
and all the time | 7 |
that he would go | 7 |
there was a long | 7 |
what do you think | 7 |
as he looked at | 7 |
and the heart of | 7 |
man shook his head | 7 |
to one of the | 7 |
the shadow of the | 7 |
light in her eyes | 7 |
the sound of a | 7 |
and there was a | 7 |
the direction of the | 7 |
that she had been | 7 |
he was on the | 7 |
it seemed to him | 7 |
came back to the | 7 |
this was the first | 7 |
in the pipi valley | 7 |
she opened the door | 7 |
it was not a | 7 |
rose to his feet | 6 |
stood in the doorway | 6 |
in one of the | 6 |
the light of a | 6 |
of the man who | 6 |
out of the way | 6 |
what was going on | 6 |
the rest of us | 6 |
the place where the | 6 |
a kind of awe | 6 |
if it were a | 6 |
in spite of himself | 6 |
his head towards the | 6 |
to take care of | 6 |
but she would not | 6 |
he knew that he | 6 |
i went to the | 6 |
pipe from his mouth | 6 |
he said to me | 6 |
the far north by | 6 |
in spite of his | 6 |
he waved his hand | 6 |
looked up at the | 6 |
are you going to | 6 |
the shadows of the | 6 |
do you know what | 6 |
he thought of the | 6 |
i do not understand | 6 |
out of the house | 6 |
at last he said | 6 |
in his own way | 6 |
was the only one | 6 |
but the old man | 6 |
that he was a | 6 |
the people of the | 6 |
to his feet with | 6 |
when they came to | 6 |
but he knew that | 6 |
to do but to | 6 |
the form of a | 6 |
his eyes fixed on | 6 |
get out of the | 6 |
but it was not | 6 |
they came to the | 6 |
the rose tree mine | 6 |
the grip of the | 6 |
silence for a moment | 6 |
rim of the pot | 6 |
of the riders of | 6 |
it was as if | 6 |
and was about to | 6 |
and that he had | 6 |
and he could not | 6 |
as well as the | 6 |
sign of the cross | 6 |
come out of the | 6 |
to the top of | 6 |
a mile from the | 6 |
that she was a | 6 |
still for a moment | 6 |
he would do it | 6 |
quarter of a mile | 6 |
seemed to have been | 6 |
of the arts and | 6 |
the two of them | 6 |
she looked at the | 6 |
was something in the | 6 |
there was plenty of | 6 |
he began to feel | 6 |
and said in a | 6 |
it is all right | 6 |
was nothing to do | 6 |
you do not know | 6 |
the women and children | 6 |
will you come back | 6 |
where he had been | 6 |
in the hope of | 6 |
the sign of the | 6 |
the rim of the | 6 |
seemed to him that | 6 |
he was in a | 6 |
came to the door | 6 |
gave a little cry | 6 |
at the bottom of | 6 |
lodge in the wilderness | 6 |
there had been a | 6 |
laid a hand on | 6 |
the day of the | 6 |
threw back his head | 6 |
look in his face | 6 |
that she had a | 6 |
was a man of | 6 |
in a way that | 6 |
he had been a | 6 |
stood at the door | 6 |
he had made a | 6 |
was the man who | 6 |
a few of the | 6 |
and she had been | 6 |
the top of a | 6 |
the time of the | 6 |
asked him if he | 6 |
she had told him | 6 |
a matter of course | 6 |
said in a whisper | 6 |
says freddy tarlton here | 6 |
one of the men | 6 |
it was too late | 6 |
out there in the | 6 |
the height of land | 6 |
patrol of the cypress | 6 |
as if he were | 6 |
the men of the | 6 |
a little of the | 6 |
i want to be | 6 |
the captain of the | 6 |
i do not wish | 6 |
said in a low | 6 |
he got to his | 6 |
it was only a | 6 |
when i was a | 6 |
it is for the | 6 |
had it not been | 6 |
out of the north | 6 |
said that he had | 6 |
who had come to | 6 |
the end of a | 6 |
over the edge of | 6 |
it seemed to her | 6 |
and the old man | 6 |
because he was a | 6 |
eyes fixed on the | 6 |
error of the day | 6 |
as if it were | 6 |
the way of the | 6 |
a bit of a | 6 |
it had to be | 6 |
of pretty pierre by | 5 |
he had not seen | 5 |
the cry of the | 5 |
it may be that | 5 |
the error of the | 5 |
on the back of | 5 |
it was evident that | 5 |
of the personal histories | 5 |
the song of the | 5 |
from the top of | 5 |
but there is no | 5 |
nothing to do with | 5 |
a ledge of rock | 5 |
got to be settled | 5 |
last the old man | 5 |
in the sun and | 5 |
you want me to | 5 |
fell on his knees | 5 |
it was to be | 5 |
her in his arms | 5 |
there was a strange | 5 |
the old man said | 5 |
on their way to | 5 |
a hole in the | 5 |
he looked at his | 5 |
were lost in the | 5 |
stretched out his hand | 5 |
for two or three | 5 |
my father and mother | 5 |
he said that he | 5 |
did not notice the | 5 |
when the old man | 5 |
from his pocket and | 5 |
the folks at home | 5 |
one of the boys | 5 |
the going of the | 5 |
as time went on | 5 |
he did not see | 5 |
the snows being a | 5 |
to him that he | 5 |
what do you know | 5 |
that one of the | 5 |
a minute or two | 5 |
turn of the trail | 5 |
that it was the | 5 |
she was thinking of | 5 |
and at the same | 5 |
as soon as the | 5 |
the shade of the | 5 |
his head with a | 5 |
had a kind of | 5 |
with the air of | 5 |
his feet with a | 5 |
he had had a | 5 |
as he watched the | 5 |
and here i am | 5 |
existing records of pretty | 5 |
the old man shook | 5 |
she raised her head | 5 |
could not be seen | 5 |
he felt that the | 5 |
he changed his mind | 5 |
she said to herself | 5 |
with the broken shutter | 5 |
he realized that he | 5 |
him that he had | 5 |
the rear of the | 5 |
would not have been | 5 |
pierre by gilbert parker | 5 |
in the morning the | 5 |
to say that he | 5 |
the house with the | 5 |
was the first time | 5 |
the walls of the | 5 |
looked out upon the | 5 |
when he came to | 5 |
might have been seen | 5 |
one way or another | 5 |
he made up his | 5 |
the crack of the | 5 |
going of the white | 5 |
in which he had | 5 |
histories of pierre and | 5 |
should the door be | 5 |
in an agony of | 5 |
a long time to | 5 |
people and the last | 5 |
and made his way | 5 |
he had been in | 5 |
pretty pierre by gilbert | 5 |
glad to see you | 5 |
and he fell back | 5 |
to his feet and | 5 |
what was in the | 5 |
there was but one | 5 |
there was a little | 5 |
in the case of | 5 |
it was a long | 5 |
there was a sudden | 5 |
was the beginning of | 5 |
where art thou gone | 5 |
as far as the | 5 |
the last existing records | 5 |
people tales of the | 5 |
but i want to | 5 |
in a few moments | 5 |
came to his feet | 5 |
as he thought of | 5 |
i want to do | 5 |
a continuation of the | 5 |
to be able to | 5 |
little widow of jansen | 5 |
the heart of one | 5 |
the base of the | 5 |
him that he was | 5 |
it was at this | 5 |
it was one of | 5 |
records of pretty pierre | 5 |
was at the door | 5 |
with a sort of | 5 |
knew that he was | 5 |
when he came back | 5 |
in the eye of | 5 |
far north by gilbert | 5 |
if he had been | 5 |
at him with a | 5 |
that it would be | 5 |
that was the way | 5 |
last existing records of | 5 |
and the last existing | 5 |
it was not to | 5 |
do not wish to | 5 |
as she did so | 5 |
him on the shoulder | 5 |
on the table before | 5 |
a thing like that | 5 |
the church of st | 5 |
was the end of | 5 |
look in her face | 5 |
to and fro in | 5 |
his hands to the | 5 |
she looked at him | 5 |
in spite of all | 5 |
deep as the sea | 5 |
for a moment as | 5 |
continuation of the personal | 5 |
with a cry of | 5 |
to get into the | 5 |
the door be shut | 5 |
the woman who had | 5 |
he said with a | 5 |
sprang to his feet | 5 |
for a couple of | 5 |
for a moment he | 5 |
northern lights by gilbert | 5 |
but it is not | 5 |
up in his arms | 5 |
in the arms of | 5 |
the track of the | 5 |
so that he could | 5 |
was the first to | 5 |
go back to the | 5 |
leave him to me | 5 |
his eyes were fixed | 5 |
the bank of the | 5 |
the man that killed | 5 |
one of the best | 5 |
the sight of the | 5 |
reprinted by permission of | 5 |
the valley of the | 5 |
she knew that he | 5 |
of men who had | 5 |
a man with a | 5 |
the point where the | 5 |
it was like a | 5 |
snows being a continuation | 5 |
the voice of a | 5 |
he would have to | 5 |
the look in his | 5 |
a friend of mine | 5 |
watching the rise of | 5 |
so many years ago | 5 |
as if i was | 5 |
she was a good | 5 |
he had never been | 5 |
it was the first | 5 |
there was a pause | 5 |
his way through the | 5 |
in the early morning | 5 |
north by gilbert parker | 5 |
there was a silence | 5 |
she came to the | 5 |
he was able to | 5 |
it is no matter | 5 |
in front of her | 5 |
to the window and | 5 |
with the help of | 5 |
with his back to | 5 |
the little widow of | 5 |
his people tales of | 5 |
bay of belle amour | 5 |
when he had finished | 5 |
on the trail of | 5 |
by the light of | 5 |
there was a great | 5 |
and it was a | 5 |
as if they had | 5 |
i was a young | 5 |
jerked his head towards | 5 |
he caught sight of | 5 |
he could see the | 5 |
there was no response | 5 |
she said in a | 5 |
was standing in the | 5 |
rider of the plains | 5 |
had said to him | 5 |
the bay of belle | 5 |
as if in a | 5 |
it seemed as if | 5 |
as if she had | 5 |
lights by gilbert parker | 5 |
of a man who | 5 |
he was one of | 5 |
king of my heart | 5 |
personal histories of pierre | 5 |
i was in the | 5 |
but he was a | 5 |
is it not so | 5 |
by the time the | 5 |
more than once he | 5 |
but he could not | 5 |
waited for her to | 5 |
the part of the | 5 |
to be in the | 5 |
looked at each other | 5 |
to say to you | 5 |
he put his hand | 5 |
she did not speak | 5 |
his people and the | 5 |
and made as if | 5 |
shack on the hillside | 5 |
his face had a | 5 |
it is a pity | 5 |
when he saw the | 5 |
old man shook his | 5 |
it is good to | 5 |
for he was a | 5 |
the law of the | 5 |
the glory of the | 5 |
and his people tales | 5 |
tales of the far | 5 |
and one of the | 5 |
being a continuation of | 5 |
than it had ever | 5 |
was not sure that | 5 |
and so it was | 5 |
i will do it | 5 |
which he had never | 5 |
it was said that | 5 |
he had heard of | 5 |
of one of the | 5 |
the look of the | 5 |
when the sun was | 5 |
her eyes had a | 5 |
the personal histories of | 5 |
it is not good | 5 |
she was a little | 5 |
and it was not | 5 |
at last the old | 5 |
the man and the | 5 |
as deep as the | 5 |
the rise of orion | 5 |
of the snows being | 5 |
the roar of the | 5 |
and handed it to | 5 |
did not know what | 5 |
he spoke in a | 5 |
the cause of the | 5 |
to him to come | 4 |
seemed to her that | 4 |
did i not say | 4 |
it would be to | 4 |
i will go to | 4 |
his hand and said | 4 |
with a look of | 4 |
he did not stir | 4 |
the two white cats | 4 |
me if i had | 4 |
under the shelter of | 4 |
is not good to | 4 |
the one who had | 4 |
three commandments in the | 4 |
waved his hand towards | 4 |
down on the floor | 4 |
he was of the | 4 |
touched him on the | 4 |
without a word he | 4 |
to give him a | 4 |
will take care of | 4 |
that she had heard | 4 |
he broke into a | 4 |
he did not want | 4 |
the barracks of the | 4 |
did not know how | 4 |
once in a while | 4 |
and he said to | 4 |
than once he had | 4 |
and he had no | 4 |
a second or two | 4 |
at the back of | 4 |
was as good as | 4 |
for the rest of | 4 |
take care of him | 4 |
with the minds of | 4 |
and i said to | 4 |
though his body was | 4 |
man savarin is say | 4 |
other half of the | 4 |
i did not think | 4 |
but they did not | 4 |
face of the old | 4 |
with the eyes of | 4 |
in the vulgar tongue | 4 |
corner of the room | 4 |
the long side of | 4 |
spirit of the west | 4 |
a knife and fork | 4 |
was coming from the | 4 |
the occupants of the | 4 |
opposite side of the | 4 |
the opinion of the | 4 |
it was only the | 4 |
over to him and | 4 |
pierre and shon mcgann | 4 |
standing in the doorway | 4 |
it had been a | 4 |
did not want to | 4 |
out of the same | 4 |
the aid of a | 4 |
a hand on himself | 4 |
had nothing to do | 4 |
of the mounted police | 4 |
he would come back | 4 |
they had come to | 4 |
the lodge of a | 4 |
to a sitting posture | 4 |
and then there was | 4 |
was not in the | 4 |
walked up and down | 4 |
to do the decent | 4 |
he stood at the | 4 |
spoke in a low | 4 |
that he had made | 4 |
put out his hand | 4 |
at the thought that | 4 |
knew that if he | 4 |
of the cypress hills | 4 |
the day when he | 4 |
he said to his | 4 |
she of the triple | 4 |
return in the spring | 4 |
the white valley and | 4 |
a lodge in the | 4 |
the spoil of the | 4 |
you are going to | 4 |
i be a durn | 4 |
out of the dark | 4 |
look on his face | 4 |
minds of twelve men | 4 |
it seemed to the | 4 |
in a loud voice | 4 |
it was he who | 4 |
at the door and | 4 |
at the face of | 4 |
a sense of humour | 4 |
a mountain mining town | 4 |
to get back to | 4 |
whispered in his ear | 4 |
in the midst of | 4 |
the birds go south | 4 |
the presence of a | 4 |
face to face with | 4 |
i wish i was | 4 |
is the red patrol | 4 |
now and then a | 4 |
he had gone forth | 4 |
it was all right | 4 |
she had seen him | 4 |
in the faces of | 4 |
had the gift of | 4 |
and it was to | 4 |
a moment more and | 4 |
he looked at me | 4 |
there is nothing so | 4 |
a number of men | 4 |
was in his mind | 4 |
the crack of a | 4 |
hand on his arm | 4 |
his hands on his | 4 |
had been in the | 4 |
what she had done | 4 |
and there was the | 4 |
will play a game | 4 |
commandments in the vulgar | 4 |
stood still for a | 4 |
on the verge of | 4 |
a great deal of | 4 |
the fact that his | 4 |
to the face of | 4 |
the faces of the | 4 |
he did not look | 4 |
there is nothing like | 4 |
when she saw the | 4 |
and in spite of | 4 |
in the next room | 4 |
if you do not | 4 |
a place in the | 4 |
they did not know | 4 |
the legend of the | 4 |
but there was a | 4 |
and went to the | 4 |
that they could not | 4 |
as soon as she | 4 |
it had ever been | 4 |
between him and the | 4 |
there was no more | 4 |
the man who was | 4 |
put it in his | 4 |
of a hundred miles | 4 |
the return of the | 4 |
bone of his bone | 4 |
turned and said to | 4 |
in the centre of | 4 |
on the table with | 4 |
he was not sure | 4 |
i got to the | 4 |
the lips of the | 4 |
the finding of fingall | 4 |
he did not think | 4 |
pierre looked at him | 4 |
i have no home | 4 |
but that was not | 4 |
it is my whim | 4 |
of ice and snow | 4 |
it came about that | 4 |
their way to the | 4 |
not a breath of | 4 |
was one of those | 4 |
got to her feet | 4 |
i know the way | 4 |
take care of you | 4 |
to him from the | 4 |
do you think that | 4 |
she was beginning to | 4 |
the owner of the | 4 |
and a feeling of | 4 |
the crest of the | 4 |
what was it like | 4 |
adventurer of the north | 4 |
and a heathen boy | 4 |
but it is no | 4 |
the stake and the | 4 |
the minds of twelve | 4 |
but she could not | 4 |
eyes were fixed on | 4 |
a few words of | 4 |
to leave the room | 4 |
that he had had | 4 |
of a man in | 4 |
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he was the only | 4 |
what are you doing | 4 |
his face from the | 4 |
all that he had | 4 |
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like that of a | 4 |
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privilege of the limits | 4 |
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the end of his | 4 |
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one in a dream | 4 |
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the fact that the | 4 |
to the point of | 4 |
one day when he | 4 |
as you shall see | 4 |
which he did not | 4 |
there was no time | 4 |
he said he would | 4 |
who can tell what | 4 |
there would be no | 4 |
in the parish of | 4 |
he did not speak | 4 |
staggered to his feet | 4 |
from head to foot | 4 |
the old man saw | 4 |
he did not notice | 4 |
the cry of a | 4 |
with a gasp of | 4 |
he had lost his | 4 |
came into her face | 4 |
at the bridge house | 4 |
that is the thing | 4 |
in the corner of | 4 |
and his eyes were | 4 |
the clamour of the | 4 |
be seen in the | 4 |
a couple of hours | 4 |
and out of the | 4 |
was a good woman | 4 |
and waited for her | 4 |
on the day that | 4 |
his fingers on the | 4 |
in front of him | 4 |
the dog nose rapids | 4 |
a couple of feet | 4 |
he stood for a | 4 |
a man in a | 4 |
the lake of the | 4 |
the wife of the | 4 |
i was beginning to | 4 |
door of the barn | 4 |
will tell you the | 4 |
though he had been | 4 |
came upon his face | 4 |
so much as a | 4 |
it was like the | 4 |
lake of the great | 4 |
the table before him | 4 |
to set ould ireland | 4 |
on either side of | 4 |
from the hills of | 4 |
as well as i | 4 |
his hand over his | 4 |
for he knew that | 4 |
out her hand to | 4 |
the six of us | 4 |
eyes were on the | 4 |
he did not hear | 4 |
turned to the door | 4 |
and he was gone | 4 |
eyes were full of | 4 |
and went into the | 4 |
sprang to her feet | 4 |
there was only the | 4 |
the presence of the | 4 |
of the white man | 4 |
set ould ireland free | 4 |
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her head towards the | 4 |
had saved his life | 4 |
he was ready to | 4 |
but there is a | 4 |
he had in his | 4 |
as one of the | 4 |
what he had said | 4 |
the man in the | 4 |
for a second or | 4 |
but i could not | 4 |
be a turkey apiece | 4 |
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then he began to | 4 |
and once or twice | 4 |
i said to him | 4 |
but before he could | 4 |
they sat in the | 4 |
what do i care | 4 |
the opposite side of | 4 |
of the triple chevron | 4 |
surface of the water | 4 |
spoil of the puma | 4 |
across the yard to | 4 |
and turned to the | 4 |
on the other hand | 4 |
of not more than | 4 |
he had but a | 4 |
and down the room | 4 |
candle in the window | 4 |
had never had any | 4 |
the hill to the | 4 |
she said to him | 4 |
and went to sleep | 4 |
she did not reply | 4 |
as if it was | 4 |
he looked up at | 4 |
out of his way | 4 |
he came back to | 4 |
one by one the | 4 |
it on the table | 4 |
was to be done | 4 |
house with the broken | 4 |
was to be a | 4 |
the door behind him | 4 |
at the time of | 4 |
to the home of | 4 |
it was not long | 4 |
but at last he | 4 |
for many a day | 4 |
in the white valley | 4 |
to the bridge house | 4 |
be glad to have | 4 |
he could not have | 4 |
to get out of | 4 |
this man before her | 4 |
the father and mother | 4 |
made the sacred gesture | 4 |
day of the great | 4 |
there was a stir | 4 |
i want to get | 4 |
he did not understand | 4 |
each other in the | 4 |
in the old days | 4 |
the events of the | 4 |
and the man who | 4 |
the north and west | 4 |
one of the most | 4 |
he jerked his head | 4 |
to do with the | 4 |
i want to see | 4 |
the hearts of the | 4 |
turned to the others | 4 |
wood on the fire | 4 |
it shall be so | 4 |
all of a sudden | 4 |
the table with a | 4 |
was going on in | 4 |
a few hours later | 4 |
but he had a | 4 |
that he had no | 4 |
that they had no | 4 |
a roar of laughter | 4 |
out his hands to | 4 |
was a matter of | 4 |
he could not help | 4 |
to the place where | 4 |
no part in the | 4 |
his back to the | 4 |
and shook his head | 4 |
in the days when | 4 |
the sound of his | 4 |
was in her heart | 4 |
could not bear to | 4 |
when he heard a | 4 |
she glanced at the | 4 |
to the heart of | 4 |
she had had her | 4 |
had gone out to | 4 |
it was a new | 4 |
he came to his | 4 |
was a kind of | 4 |
she went to the | 4 |
he went into the | 4 |
the last of the | 4 |
he would not have | 4 |
the progress of the | 4 |
she shook her head | 4 |
you will not see | 4 |
i am so lonely | 4 |
you ask me to | 4 |
i am glad to | 4 |
middle of the night | 4 |
had a touch of | 4 |
in the shade of | 4 |
he waved a hand | 4 |
in which it was | 4 |
that he had lost | 4 |
then he turned and | 4 |
then she sat down | 4 |
as he saw the | 4 |
for a moment to | 4 |
to the ground with | 4 |
once or twice he | 4 |
in the rocky mountains | 4 |
the pilot of belle | 4 |
he could not understand | 4 |
felt that it was | 4 |
in her heart she | 4 |
the thought of the | 4 |
he was roused by | 4 |
and the rest of | 4 |
in the way of | 4 |
there was a woman | 4 |
tell you the story | 4 |
the master of the | 4 |
pierre went to the | 4 |
edge of the wood | 4 |
realized that he was | 4 |
he glanced at the | 4 |
why should the door | 4 |
had an air of | 4 |
wave of the hand | 4 |
from first to last | 4 |
the only way to | 4 |
the course of the | 4 |
but when he saw | 4 |
the valley where the | 4 |
for an instant she | 4 |
she had never heard | 4 |
as good as any | 4 |
stepped out into the | 4 |
up his mind that | 4 |
moved towards the door | 4 |
she asked in a | 4 |
it was with a | 4 |
and sat down on | 4 |
and it seemed to | 4 |
the governor of the | 4 |
back to the wall | 4 |
he would have been | 4 |
it is a long | 4 |
had no right to | 4 |
what is the matter | 4 |
had done for him | 4 |
for a few days | 4 |
it might have been | 4 |
half a mile from | 4 |
none this ebook was | 4 |
back in an hour | 4 |
that he might be | 4 |
it was his duty | 4 |
it must have been | 4 |
made as if to | 4 |
had no time to | 4 |
he went to his | 4 |
heart of one woman | 4 |
he turned and looked | 4 |
the peace of the | 4 |
had told him that | 4 |
corner of the barn | 4 |
what she had been | 4 |
when he reached the | 4 |
take an interest in | 4 |
at that moment the | 4 |
the patrol of the | 4 |
he was a good | 4 |
i might have known | 4 |
i suppose you are | 4 |
it was impossible to | 4 |
there was no other | 4 |
be a durn fool | 4 |
that she was not | 4 |
do as i say | 4 |
was just about to | 4 |
i saw that he | 4 |
once or twice she | 4 |
a few minutes after | 4 |
words of a song | 4 |
did not look at | 4 |
it is a great | 4 |
shook his head in | 4 |
to take an interest | 4 |
i will show you | 4 |
and asked him if | 4 |
she went to her | 4 |
i was a boy | 4 |
if he would not | 4 |
his face was white | 4 |
there is a way | 4 |
a little cry of | 4 |
she had never seen | 4 |
in a voice of | 4 |
of the kimash hills | 4 |
up in the air | 4 |
she said at last | 4 |
look in her eyes | 4 |
in a moment of | 4 |
said to himself that | 4 |
the trampling of the | 4 |
for a minute or | 4 |
do you want with | 4 |
it looks as if | 4 |
in response to a | 4 |
was a young fellow | 4 |
down the long side | 4 |
of the old man | 4 |
pilot of belle amour | 4 |
the turn of the | 4 |
the old man nodded | 4 |
the privilege of the | 4 |
two days later the | 4 |
from the far north | 4 |
he was all right | 4 |
in his own words | 4 |
to see what was | 4 |
in the night and | 4 |
i wish i had | 4 |
knock at the door | 4 |
long side of farcalladen | 4 |
the yard to the | 4 |
like a man who | 4 |
back his head with | 4 |
you come back home | 4 |
the hour of god | 4 |
that he ought to | 4 |
as the old man | 4 |
when he came out | 4 |
of one who had | 4 |
said that it was | 4 |
in the hope that | 4 |
looked at him a | 4 |
on the subject of | 4 |
all at once the | 4 |
in a tone of | 4 |
and when at last | 4 |
out on the trail | 4 |
whom he had not | 4 |
like one in a | 4 |
if in a dream | 4 |
had a sense of | 4 |
no one had ever | 4 |
to the fire and | 4 |
which the old man | 4 |
what would he do | 4 |
to speak with you | 4 |
no bigger than a | 4 |
ago he had been | 3 |
stake and the plumb | 3 |
on the spot where | 3 |
the steps of the | 3 |
by permission of the | 3 |
i was in a | 3 |
and she had seen | 3 |
it was a woman | 3 |
one time he is | 3 |
i should like to | 3 |
you will come to | 3 |
her cheek against the | 3 |
for he saw that | 3 |
if there was no | 3 |
corner of the cabin | 3 |
on the outskirts of | 3 |
she had been so | 3 |
an hour or so | 3 |
with a sudden burst | 3 |
the man and woman | 3 |
light in the window | 3 |
the way to the | 3 |
from the shade of | 3 |
there came a knock | 3 |
come back in an | 3 |
i knew it was | 3 |
in the mind of | 3 |
himself in his blankets | 3 |
in the course of | 3 |
swell of the prairie | 3 |
the men in the | 3 |
ride away to the | 3 |
the old man gave | 3 |
gave vent to a | 3 |
the back of his | 3 |
as we have seen | 3 |
will go with you | 3 |
staring at the dead | 3 |
tell you what i | 3 |
door of the church | 3 |
hazard of the north | 3 |
your face in the | 3 |
had been with him | 3 |
the lawn in the | 3 |
and they could not | 3 |
no suspicion of the | 3 |
this was the man | 3 |
there was no need | 3 |
of the previous night | 3 |
as he had been | 3 |
a word to say | 3 |
white petticoat on the | 3 |
which he had come | 3 |
got to the grass | 3 |
the mistress of the | 3 |
from the open draught | 3 |
him where he is | 3 |
then he looked at | 3 |
in such a way | 3 |
at the corner of | 3 |
knew how he had | 3 |
the other did not | 3 |
a hut on the | 3 |
i come to the | 3 |
at the rear of | 3 |
white valley and the | 3 |
tears sprang to her | 3 |
for she had been | 3 |
about the size of | 3 |
i want him to | 3 |
that he would come | 3 |
that they had come | 3 |
with a bow and | 3 |
had lost his way | 3 |
on the morning of | 3 |
when he was free | 3 |
is the window barred | 3 |
there will be a | 3 |
and let it fall | 3 |
to a bag of | 3 |
and rushed to the | 3 |
a look at the | 3 |
and opened the door | 3 |
the sun was shining | 3 |
to its full height | 3 |
are out of remembrance | 3 |
with one of the | 3 |
a matter of fact | 3 |
and i will show | 3 |
as if she were | 3 |
if a man be | 3 |
looked down at the | 3 |
there was a wild | 3 |
they had not seen | 3 |
tell me what you | 3 |
had to be done | 3 |
as it might seem | 3 |
that the old man | 3 |
to the black creek | 3 |
a moment he was | 3 |
the man he had | 3 |
the help of the | 3 |
knew it was the | 3 |
on the evening of | 3 |
did not notice that | 3 |
all there was to | 3 |
the souls of men | 3 |
that they did not | 3 |
in her eyes when | 3 |
with a pang that | 3 |
to his feet slowly | 3 |
take him down the | 3 |
his eyes had a | 3 |
had been given to | 3 |
had never thought of | 3 |
flashed through his mind | 3 |
turned and looked at | 3 |
told her that she | 3 |
made a fool of | 3 |
and it was as | 3 |
but pretty pierre was | 3 |
among the dead like | 3 |
she laid her hand | 3 |
she could not be | 3 |
if i were you | 3 |
to the lips of | 3 |
to go down the | 3 |
that was in her | 3 |
do not understand that | 3 |
and the look of | 3 |
the night wore on | 3 |
a man be overtaken | 3 |
her back to her | 3 |
but there was one | 3 |
that he was now | 3 |
man in the country | 3 |
close of the service | 3 |
the birds of the | 3 |
as though it were | 3 |
two or three times | 3 |
the outskirts of the | 3 |
that pierre and his | 3 |
of the men were | 3 |
sat down on a | 3 |
he was at the | 3 |
had not the courage | 3 |
in response to the | 3 |
once more to the | 3 |
at the feet of | 3 |
was in the early | 3 |
four hundred thousand turkeys | 3 |
the work of the | 3 |
do you think you | 3 |
you want to go | 3 |
when she had finished | 3 |
go beyond the posts | 3 |
the edge of his | 3 |
it would be better | 3 |
one team of dogs | 3 |
was no use to | 3 |
a touch of the | 3 |
in his throat and | 3 |
scarlet hunter is sick | 3 |
the fever of the | 3 |
and he had never | 3 |
cry in the night | 3 |
trampling of the falls | 3 |
to say nothing of | 3 |
she took his hand | 3 |
and he had been | 3 |
was a sort of | 3 |
knew that it was | 3 |
and put it on | 3 |
and for a moment | 3 |
that he had let | 3 |
there was a sound | 3 |
after a moment he | 3 |
the door closed behind | 3 |
other members of the | 3 |
the gallop is over | 3 |
to see if i | 3 |
going to do with | 3 |
to be the only | 3 |
was deaf and dumb | 3 |
it is a good | 3 |
one of the gang | 3 |
the best way to | 3 |
with an attempt at | 3 |
the faith of food | 3 |
he had left her | 3 |
taken up by the | 3 |
he had to go | 3 |
had been one of | 3 |
to the ground and | 3 |
that she did not | 3 |
little widow at jansen | 3 |
he had set his | 3 |
i am so glad | 3 |
caught a glimpse of | 3 |
was so full of | 3 |
soon as he saw | 3 |
raised her head and | 3 |
and in the pause | 3 |
members of the family | 3 |
get a move on | 3 |
a sudden rush of | 3 |
what was to be | 3 |
silent for a moment | 3 |
did not try to | 3 |
as he had done | 3 |
as if she was | 3 |
he heard a voice | 3 |
he shake his head | 3 |
it was not that | 3 |
there was no great | 3 |
thousand dollars a year | 3 |
for two thousand dollars | 3 |
the side of his | 3 |
know what to do | 3 |
what was it you | 3 |
here on this table | 3 |
again in the night | 3 |
when i think of | 3 |
once and for all | 3 |
his face to the | 3 |
he got up and | 3 |
love with the faith | 3 |
i say to my | 3 |
drew from his pocket | 3 |
him for a minute | 3 |
his hand to his | 3 |
the body of the | 3 |
the roofs of the | 3 |
at her for a | 3 |
went out of his | 3 |
he looked as if | 3 |
but it had to | 3 |
things as well as | 3 |
there was no chance | 3 |
to go with him | 3 |
i have not much | 3 |
words of the song | 3 |
you are the only | 3 |
big form shot past | 3 |
know where he is | 3 |
to think of the | 3 |
have ridden their last | 3 |
will not have you | 3 |
ringing in his ears | 3 |
knew that he had | 3 |
he was not the | 3 |
about a hundred yards | 3 |
the army of the | 3 |
of the simple king | 3 |
and laid a hand | 3 |
he kept saying to | 3 |
that there was something | 3 |
into the crack of | 3 |
and then they saw | 3 |
rest when the gallop | 3 |
he had no right | 3 |
and her eyes had | 3 |
his eyes seemed to | 3 |
for there was that | 3 |
the touch of the | 3 |
had given him a | 3 |
into the other room | 3 |
and that there was | 3 |
him to a tree | 3 |
of the day the | 3 |
he looked at her | 3 |
the cruise of the | 3 |
men in the canoe | 3 |
trail of the sun | 3 |
what would be the | 3 |
the coming of the | 3 |
and two of the | 3 |
it was not in | 3 |
git to bindon to | 3 |
every one of them | 3 |
i turned to look | 3 |
from the house and | 3 |
the old man in | 3 |
the hair from the | 3 |
of the great birth | 3 |
i can tell you | 3 |
in the yard of | 3 |
said that i should | 3 |
and that he would | 3 |
a portion of the | 3 |
was a little child | 3 |
they were in the | 3 |
his pipe from his | 3 |
the poor italian woman | 3 |
he could not cry | 3 |
said that he must | 3 |
he added with a | 3 |
there was no doubt | 3 |
in a moment the | 3 |
the gift of the | 3 |
down into the pot | 3 |
that there had been | 3 |
go to bed when | 3 |
for the evening meal | 3 |
of the fallen man | 3 |
there seemed to be | 3 |
a sanctuary of the | 3 |
and now and then | 3 |
gave the word to | 3 |
was in his heart | 3 |
was caught by the | 3 |
and it would be | 3 |
took him to the | 3 |
he was caught by | 3 |
he could not stand | 3 |
had spoken to her | 3 |
in a sort of | 3 |
had heard of the | 3 |
went to his work | 3 |
but it was there | 3 |
he opened his eyes | 3 |
the end of that | 3 |
to be done about | 3 |
pierre shrugged a shoulder | 3 |
to go out and | 3 |
in a corner of | 3 |
and it may be | 3 |
over to the fire | 3 |
went to the window | 3 |
as he saw her | 3 |
so it seemed to | 3 |
there was an end | 3 |
at the last moment | 3 |
he felt he had | 3 |
she was so weak | 3 |
out of all proportion | 3 |
no word was spoken | 3 |
the deep of the | 3 |
the salvation army meeting | 3 |
as the door closed | 3 |
back to the house | 3 |
been found in the | 3 |
where anything from a | 3 |
the priest bowed his | 3 |
and as for the | 3 |
i like to think | 3 |
i am going away | 3 |
that she loved him | 3 |
was one of them | 3 |
the path by which | 3 |
looked him in the | 3 |
to keep out of | 3 |
of the parade ground | 3 |
by a sudden shot | 3 |
the joy of the | 3 |
to save his life | 3 |
to the barren grounds | 3 |
papa and mamma and | 3 |
her to marry him | 3 |
was silent for a | 3 |
face of a girl | 3 |
to git to bindon | 3 |
that she would never | 3 |
that point in the | 3 |
an adventurer of the | 3 |
and looked at her | 3 |
was no longer a | 3 |
how long have you | 3 |
going to the door | 3 |
closer and closer to | 3 |
the shade of a | 3 |
is sick for home | 3 |
straight in the eyes | 3 |
and said to him | 3 |
his eyes on the | 3 |
looked as if he | 3 |
put out her hand | 3 |
and all of us | 3 |
that was in the | 3 |
the feet of the | 3 |
there was the thing | 3 |
there came a man | 3 |
as he turned to | 3 |
it is the same | 3 |
then the door opened | 3 |
the attention of the | 3 |
and he had the | 3 |
she was telling him | 3 |
came home to him | 3 |
you are not white | 3 |
master of the troopers | 3 |
was his duty to | 3 |
outside these prison walls | 3 |
out of the world | 3 |
priest bowed his head | 3 |
seems to be the | 3 |
but at that instant | 3 |
governor of the company | 3 |
gift of the simple | 3 |
that was the end | 3 |
were full of tears | 3 |
the old man stood | 3 |
a tooth for a | 3 |
i have told you | 3 |
out into the sluice | 3 |
he knew that if | 3 |
name of the man | 3 |
do you want to | 3 |
she was conscious of | 3 |
he turned towards the | 3 |
and i had a | 3 |
then he said in | 3 |
go down the river | 3 |
her eyes were full | 3 |
did not at once | 3 |
he said to her | 3 |
was waiting for the | 3 |
when you hear a | 3 |
in answer to her | 3 |
ask him where he | 3 |
to tell you that | 3 |
i had to go | 3 |
he said he was | 3 |
the dead can strike | 3 |
ought to have been | 3 |
than a couple of | 3 |
looked round the room | 3 |
but you will not | 3 |
would be hard to | 3 |
on the crest of | 3 |
told it to me | 3 |
and he had not | 3 |
i am out on | 3 |
could not see that | 3 |
there is the mine | 3 |
change had come over | 3 |
like you and me | 3 |
i have no fear | 3 |
drew himself up with | 3 |
farther and farther away | 3 |
he shook hands with | 3 |
and you want to | 3 |
and you have a | 3 |
off his hat to | 3 |
with a little laugh | 3 |
he could think of | 3 |
made a gesture of | 3 |
looked at her with | 3 |
tell you all about | 3 |
he listened to the | 3 |
and he turned and | 3 |
heard the cry of | 3 |
and i will tell | 3 |
one of these monstrous | 3 |
making a fool of | 3 |
one time or another | 3 |
walked back to the | 3 |
that he had a | 3 |
was on his feet | 3 |
was no time to | 3 |
all the years that | 3 |
the man of the | 3 |
it would seem as | 3 |
one who was of | 3 |
there was only a | 3 |
old man savarin was | 3 |
at the other side | 3 |
lodge of a chief | 3 |
the foot of a | 3 |
the trail of thy | 3 |
of the poplar sapling | 3 |
mistress of the manse | 3 |
as he lifted the | 3 |
these monstrous shapes neglected | 3 |
mile and a half | 3 |
and in a minute | 3 |
seemed to be the | 3 |
for the peace of | 3 |
from point to point | 3 |
tooth for a tooth | 3 |
one of the neighbors | 3 |
by the macmillan company | 3 |
able to make the | 3 |
on the north trail | 3 |
that was not the | 3 |
he sprang to the | 3 |
the last one to | 3 |
and now he had | 3 |
his eyes as he | 3 |
one hundred and thirty | 3 |
that have ridden their | 3 |
there was no mistaking | 3 |
one side of the | 3 |
on the peace river | 3 |
to find out what | 3 |
started to their feet | 3 |
there came a voice | 3 |
and came to the | 3 |
den old man savarin | 3 |
camp of the great | 3 |
in command of the | 3 |
thought it would be | 3 |
but it is the | 3 |
with a little cry | 3 |
she was going east | 3 |
heard at the door | 3 |
for the old man | 3 |
the lads that have | 3 |
at one end of | 3 |
the love of the | 3 |
made their way to | 3 |
but not enough to | 3 |
is not a matter | 3 |
he knew now that | 3 |
the hollow of his | 3 |
he could no longer | 3 |
trail of the herd | 3 |
in time for the | 3 |
should the blind be | 3 |
what will my father | 3 |
and he would not | 3 |
some of the stories | 3 |
of the white pig | 3 |
the last words were | 3 |
turned his face to | 3 |
to the other room | 3 |
and as he went | 3 |
the black creek valley | 3 |
never go back to | 3 |
looked at him for | 3 |
how it was a | 3 |
in the days of | 3 |
when he was a | 3 |
saw that there was | 3 |
the voice rang out | 3 |
and a half feet | 3 |
knew it would be | 3 |
home of the white | 3 |
he let go the | 3 |
dead like unto them | 3 |
out to the kitchen | 3 |
in a low tone | 3 |
the reverend ezra badgley | 3 |
the shining cross of | 3 |
if he had a | 3 |
what he thinks of | 3 |
without a touch of | 3 |
to be married to | 3 |
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a way with him | 3 |
that it was all | 3 |
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for whom he had | 3 |
not so bad as | 3 |
than he had ever | 3 |
of the chain and | 3 |
an eye for an | 3 |
first time in his | 3 |
he drew himself up | 3 |
through the deep snow | 3 |
in the early days | 3 |
at the base of | 3 |
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was still in his | 3 |
a man and a | 3 |
him out of the | 3 |
and she had had | 3 |
as sure as the | 3 |
like as if he | 3 |
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we are going to | 3 |
i never thought of | 3 |
the grass and the | 3 |
he knew how to | 3 |
were all of the | 3 |
i beg your pardon | 3 |
was a little girl | 3 |
after all these years | 3 |
he came to me | 3 |
them one by one | 3 |
when she was a | 3 |
hundred dollars a year | 3 |
if you want to | 3 |
for it was the | 3 |
sat up on his | 3 |
these were the words | 3 |
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when she went to | 3 |
he was trying to | 3 |
and the captain of | 3 |
sit down and eat | 3 |
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a day or two | 3 |
with the aid of | 3 |
what is his name | 3 |
land of look behind | 3 |
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his face as he | 3 |
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to be ready for | 3 |
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at the same instant | 3 |
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to help him to | 3 |
in the back of | 3 |
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for all that he | 3 |
the dead of night | 3 |
he looked into the | 3 |
laid it on the | 3 |
i never saw him | 3 |
so that he might | 3 |
of the white valley | 3 |
had fallen into the | 3 |
as he would have | 3 |
she felt that she | 3 |
at isle of days | 3 |
sanctuary of the plains | 3 |
me when i was | 3 |
the bark of the | 3 |
he had never had | 3 |
the circuit of the | 3 |
the custom of the | 3 |
soon as he was | 3 |
the blind be drawn | 3 |
he turned to see | 3 |
early in the morning | 3 |
the yard of the | 3 |
a packet of letters | 3 |
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i used to be | 3 |
softly to the door | 3 |
in a dazed way | 3 |
from bank to bank | 3 |
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in one of his | 3 |
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only gentleman in the | 3 |
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was going to do | 3 |
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to be settled to | 3 |
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about half an hour | 3 |
a kind of fear | 3 |
to think of that | 3 |
was a good man | 3 |
at last to the | 3 |
and i had to | 3 |
go on my land | 3 |
father was a white | 3 |
the song which had | 3 |
presently the door opened | 3 |
the root of the | 3 |
he had time to | 3 |
for a moment in | 3 |
the hearts of all | 3 |
the sorrow of thine | 3 |
the corner of a | 3 |
than half an hour | 3 |
for the sight of | 3 |
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her father had been | 3 |
in a strange voice | 3 |
hands to the blaze | 3 |
a moment as though | 3 |
it is good we | 3 |
then she went to | 3 |
took to her bed | 3 |
and i tell you | 3 |
took his pipe from | 3 |
turned to the girl | 3 |
a hand on the | 3 |
what did you do | 3 |
put them in the | 3 |
jo gordineer had been | 3 |
of the church of | 3 |
that i could have | 3 |
is the home of | 3 |
was no other way | 3 |
the parish of ste | 3 |
she had had a | 3 |
that he must go | 3 |
and there is the | 3 |
his arm round the | 3 |
a rider of the | 3 |
it was the snow | 3 |
he had never thought | 3 |
and made for the | 3 |
and to tell you | 3 |
they came upon a | 3 |
do you not know | 3 |
the figure of a | 3 |
dice in the box | 3 |
as though he were | 3 |
it was a girl | 3 |
because she thought the | 3 |
an officer of the | 3 |
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the heavy breathing of | 3 |
in the shadow of | 3 |
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to him with the | 3 |
may be said of | 3 |
the hand of a | 3 |
to bring her to | 3 |
a glass of brandy | 3 |
what he was doing | 3 |
was sorry for the | 3 |
on his way to | 3 |
a cup of coffee | 3 |
and he knew the | 3 |
i was glad to | 3 |
the dead like unto | 3 |
if he did not | 3 |
of the other room | 3 |
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for a moment the | 3 |
is the enemy of | 3 |
and the voice of | 3 |
she said with a | 3 |
the river with him | 3 |
he took off his | 3 |
as long as the | 3 |
mile from the camp | 3 |
and sir duke lawless | 3 |
he knew it would | 3 |
in the other room | 3 |
side of farcalladen rise | 3 |
was not going to | 3 |
no fault in this | 3 |
the face of his | 3 |
suddenly the old man | 3 |
for many a year | 3 |
hunter is sick for | 3 |
on the end of | 3 |
was a white man | 3 |
there was nothing for | 3 |
her face in her | 3 |
a bow and arrow | 3 |
his own way he | 3 |
all at once there | 3 |
and they did not | 3 |
with the scarlet hose | 3 |
and more than once | 3 |
be seen from the | 3 |
was by this time | 3 |
knew her when she | 3 |
the last time i | 3 |
with a flash of | 3 |
believed that he could | 3 |
at the edge of | 3 |
a thousand dollars a | 3 |
when he had been | 3 |
with a couple of | 3 |
he had nothing to | 3 |
but this was a | 3 |
held it to the | 3 |
to tell of the | 3 |
had never seen her | 3 |
not to do so | 3 |
enough to make a | 3 |
out into the darkness | 3 |
healing springs and the | 3 |
less than half an | 3 |
after a little he | 3 |
looked at the priest | 3 |
as he said himself | 3 |
stood staring at the | 3 |
return of the work | 3 |
and held out his | 3 |
god will take care | 3 |
and there in the | 3 |
into the faces of | 3 |
out his hand to | 3 |
and yet he had | 3 |
have you come to | 3 |
of which he had | 3 |
for a little while | 3 |
it to his lips | 3 |
finger of the devil | 3 |
the midst of the | 3 |
the old man and | 3 |
why should the key | 3 |
a hazard of the | 3 |
her when she was | 3 |
for a moment with | 3 |
that he had done | 3 |
impossible for him to | 3 |
it was not the | 3 |
still there was no | 3 |
in a romany of | 3 |
antoine and angelique the | 3 |
the first essential of | 3 |
to see that the | 3 |
down dog nose rapids | 3 |
trail of thy bugles | 3 |
but when it was | 3 |
drew herself up with | 3 |
barracks of the free | 3 |
and a romany of | 3 |
give him to me | 3 |
her hand to him | 3 |
to disturb the meeting | 3 |
he did not feel | 3 |
did you come to | 3 |
table with a bang | 3 |
she did not notice | 3 |
and walked up and | 3 |
two hundred years ago | 3 |
with the joy of | 3 |
the time he was | 3 |
the life out of | 3 |
it seemed to be | 3 |
want to do it | 3 |
said a voice from | 3 |
at the same moment | 3 |
he did not care | 3 |
men and women are | 3 |
out of the ground | 3 |
what would you do | 3 |
there was a slight | 3 |
then it was that | 3 |
the real business of | 3 |
the name of finden | 3 |
of the barn and | 3 |
the surface of the | 3 |
the candle in the | 3 |
of some of the | 3 |
two or three of | 3 |
not to go beyond | 3 |
through the open door | 3 |
them that are wounded | 3 |
and there is no | 3 |
that was the beginning | 3 |
for its own sake | 3 |
went over to the | 3 |
was in love with | 3 |
buried her half a | 3 |
a woman or a | 3 |
is for the last | 3 |
i have seen it | 3 |
of all the world | 3 |
felt that he had | 3 |
go back to farcalladen | 3 |
he staggered to his | 3 |
caught her in his | 3 |
it became known that | 3 |
the old man turned | 3 |
a little gesture of | 3 |
he had made his | 3 |
play a game of | 3 |
to distinguish him from | 3 |
he was not yet | 3 |
pretty pierre and his | 3 |
him to come and | 3 |
that was not to | 3 |
and because he was | 3 |
the boneset and camomile | 3 |
top of the hill | 3 |
me back to the | 3 |
that he had come | 3 |
to tell the truth | 3 |
up out of the | 3 |
he ought to have | 3 |
lads that have ridden | 3 |
words of the service | 3 |
to him with a | 3 |
he said he had | 3 |
he had come upon | 3 |
his eyes fell on | 3 |
we got to the | 3 |
my wife and my | 3 |
to that point in | 3 |
when she saw him | 3 |
he knew not why | 3 |
cruise of the ninety | 3 |
a little while before | 3 |
unto them that are | 3 |
possessed of a devil | 3 |
the husband and father | 3 |
be damned to you | 3 |
jumped to his feet | 3 |
in the early spring | 3 |
and with that the | 3 |
rattle to a bag | 3 |
we will go to | 3 |
but in the end | 3 |
he told her that | 3 |
that he would have | 3 |
since she was a | 3 |
there is no one | 3 |
his life had been | 3 |
and looked him in | 3 |
to think better of | 3 |
in the same way | 3 |
a tragedy of nobodies | 3 |
on the island of | 3 |
the island of st | 3 |
what was the matter | 3 |
was required of her | 3 |
after a little they | 3 |
but she was not | 3 |
far up the river | 3 |
when he went to | 3 |
said sir duke lawless | 3 |
to the lads that | 3 |
to the other side | 3 |
go to the hospital | 3 |
there was that in | 3 |
in full view of | 3 |
to go with me | 3 |
a long time he | 3 |
yet there was no | 3 |
to light a cigarette | 3 |
there is but one | 3 |
it was a wild | 3 |
and the memory of | 3 |
closed it behind him | 3 |
had given his word | 3 |
that it had not | 3 |
she gave a little | 3 |
he had ever heard | 3 |
what does it mean | 3 |
would not go to | 3 |
forgotten for the moment | 3 |
at last he spoke | 3 |
but he changed his | 3 |
not more than a | 3 |
i want to go | 3 |
sat down in the | 3 |
the sounds of the | 3 |
down into the valley | 3 |
shining cross of rigaud | 3 |
hung on the wall | 3 |
as is the custom | 3 |
her knees beside the | 3 |
on the point of | 3 |
back to farcalladen more | 3 |
am out on the | 3 |
did you have a | 3 |
when the time came | 3 |
was not long before | 3 |
nodded towards the door | 3 |
down the river to | 3 |
that she could not | 3 |
what had happened to | 3 |
the object of the | 3 |
of the two men | 3 |
light in his eyes | 3 |
that he should be | 3 |
he knew of the | 3 |
he had learned from | 3 |
in a few hours | 3 |
was filled with a | 3 |
eye for an eye | 3 |
and a number of | 3 |
the storm was over | 3 |
at last i got | 3 |
them on their way | 3 |
a letter from dave | 3 |
from his pocket a | 3 |
and he waved his | 3 |
grasp the meaning of | 3 |
the factor and his | 3 |
front of the house | 3 |
that he and his | 3 |
at first there was | 3 |
had almost reached the | 3 |
side of the house | 3 |
you are a wonder | 3 |
still its ancient power | 3 |
the same as i | 3 |
with the faith healer | 3 |
the keeper of the | 3 |
and at last i | 3 |
the friend of the | 3 |
she was not afraid | 3 |
the next instant the | 3 |
was looking at her | 3 |
that are wounded and | 3 |
the heels of the | 3 |
will come of it | 3 |
at him a moment | 3 |
he had consented to | 3 |
the woods and the | 3 |
to look at the | 3 |
shapes neglected to vanish | 3 |
hand on his shoulder | 3 |
the camp of the | 3 |
i will go with | 3 |
a mile and a | 3 |
in his ears the | 3 |
she would go back | 3 |
that he was in | 3 |
of these monstrous shapes | 3 |
the edges of the | 3 |
would not let him | 3 |
was a long silence | 3 |
have something to say | 3 |
he made an effort | 3 |
for the little one | 3 |
hear the voice of | 3 |
half an hour later | 3 |
i could see the | 3 |
went out into the | 3 |
and her eyes grew | 3 |
open the door of | 3 |
he knew well enough | 3 |
they were ready to | 3 |
away from the house | 3 |
were fixed on the | 3 |
other man in the | 3 |
the darkness of the | 3 |
did not grasp the | 3 |
is the first essential | 3 |
wounded and lie in | 3 |
was glad to see | 3 |
they were full of | 3 |
of all proportion to | 3 |
when there was the | 3 |
now and then as | 3 |
the occupant of the | 3 |
have told it to | 3 |
poor as you are | 3 |
i said i would | 3 |
lie in the grave | 3 |
she was about to | 3 |
he held out his | 3 |
a few moments the | 3 |
out of the dust | 3 |
she had given him | 3 |
that he might have | 3 |
on just the same | 3 |
had never seen before | 3 |
i know all about | 3 |
appeared not to hear | 3 |
caught by the foot | 3 |
came into her eyes | 3 |
post at yellow quill | 3 |
the skin of his | 3 |
that he had in | 3 |
with a roar of | 3 |
we shall see what | 3 |
it as if it | 3 |
in the house of | 3 |
was roused by a | 3 |
began to feel a | 3 |
had never heard of | 3 |
from the lips of | 3 |
i was like a | 3 |
and looked down at | 3 |
he looked down at | 3 |
have not much love | 3 |
he chuckled to himself | 3 |
or so it seemed | 3 |
demoiselle with the scarlet | 3 |
clapped a hand on | 3 |
had come back to | 3 |
with the spirit of | 3 |
the next moment the | 3 |
face turned to the | 3 |
sat in the doorway | 3 |
the north trail together | 3 |
the laughter of the | 3 |
was only one man | 3 |
that it was not | 3 |
he lifted his head | 3 |
it was at the | 3 |
as much as any | 3 |
the young doctor had | 3 |
there was danger in | 3 |
and then he had | 3 |
made up my mind | 3 |
the issue of this | 3 |
went to her room | 3 |
fault in this man | 3 |
was nowhere to be | 3 |
get dere in time | 3 |
and that it was | 3 |
fell heavily to the | 3 |
point in the shore | 3 |
in the interest of | 3 |
and shut the door | 3 |
master of the situation | 3 |
to see if he | 3 |
there would have been | 3 |
as it had been | 3 |
he paused a moment | 3 |
and i wish i | 3 |
for me that i | 3 |
saw that it was | 3 |
i wish i could | 3 |
just such a day | 3 |
what could be done | 3 |
he gave vent to | 3 |
in a far country | 3 |
and it is the | 3 |
the healing springs and | 3 |
and she could see | 3 |
his hand towards the | 3 |
monstrous shapes neglected to | 3 |
her half a mile | 3 |
far down the river | 3 |
in the life of | 3 |
she had written to | 3 |
she was glad when | 3 |
eyes of the girl | 3 |
in the dead of | 3 |
a grim kind of | 3 |
the valley of gold | 3 |
the only one he | 3 |
the mother of the | 3 |
it was so long | 3 |
was going to be | 3 |
made a little gesture | 3 |
beside him on the | 3 |
he fell on his | 3 |
by the name of | 3 |
but there was nothing | 3 |
what does it matter | 3 |
a little touch of | 3 |
and looked at his | 3 |
the only one that | 3 |
of the sun dogs | 3 |
at one time or | 3 |
in love with the | 3 |
and he looked at | 3 |
him down the river | 3 |
there would be a | 3 |
went to the house | 3 |
in a little while | 3 |
would be in the | 3 |
faith of food and | 3 |
to return to the | 3 |
he stood still for | 3 |
put his hand to | 3 |
went up from the | 3 |
he felt that he | 3 |
are wounded and lie | 3 |
the reputation of being | 3 |
the pride of the | 3 |
turned at the door | 3 |
say to my wife | 3 |
roused by a sudden | 3 |
was that of a | 3 |
the great slave was | 3 |
on a visit to | 3 |
she would not go | 3 |
and he would have | 3 |
hand on his mouth | 3 |
then he come back | 3 |
had come from the | 3 |
she turned from the | 3 |
of the human voice | 3 |
few minutes after the | 3 |
find no fault in | 3 |
you have been a | 3 |
she saw that he | 3 |
it had all been | 3 |
like unto them that | 3 |
he had not the | 3 |
go on just the | 3 |
and when the boys | 3 |
he was aware of | 3 |
looking at him with | 3 |
on the bank of | 3 |
the window of the | 3 |
the tall master the | 3 |
she had seen the | 3 |
he saw that he | 3 |
enough for him to | 3 |
one of their number | 3 |
his own life by | 3 |
at that there was | 3 |
below the first rapids | 3 |
on his hands and | 3 |
was no sign of | 3 |
the gate of the | 3 |
of food and blanket | 3 |
a sudden burst of | 3 |
pierre shrugged his shoulders | 3 |
turned his head away | 3 |
to the talk of | 3 |
said in a hoarse | 3 |
look came into her | 3 |
he had taken the | 3 |
at the beginning of | 3 |
into the eyes of | 3 |
on the opposite side | 3 |
in the hour when | 3 |
he was the best | 3 |
do the decent thing | 3 |
but it is good | 3 |
the fact that there | 3 |
would be glad to | 3 |
and his voice was | 3 |
had come to her | 3 |
it would be hard | 3 |
to the kitchen and | 3 |
the room where the | 3 |
and at the last | 3 |
would have been a | 3 |
to shut his eyes | 3 |
one day in the | 3 |
do you know of | 3 |
spirit of the north | 3 |
came from the house | 3 |
her hand in his | 3 |
and started for the | 3 |
on the day when | 3 |
a few days afterwards | 3 |
he had said he | 3 |
a deuce of a | 3 |
the tale of a | 3 |
she thought of the | 3 |
have it out with | 3 |
and not as a | 3 |
up and down in | 3 |
the child in his | 3 |
looked at him with | 3 |
you pay me rent | 3 |
gentleman in the place | 3 |
broke from her lips | 3 |
and waited for the | 3 |
man who had been | 3 |
back to the old | 3 |
make up my mind | 3 |
between life and death | 3 |
they will not have | 3 |
i said to my | 3 |
she had tried to | 3 |
in the room behind | 3 |
did not know of | 3 |
and her eyes were | 3 |
where are you going | 3 |
loneliness of the prairie | 3 |
if it had been | 3 |
in and out of | 3 |
for an hour or | 3 |
i will not be | 3 |
in the opinion of | 3 |
o son of man | 3 |
that they were in | 3 |
though here and there | 3 |
the loneliness of the | 3 |
would have nothing to | 3 |
those who had been | 3 |
other end of the | 3 |
feet from the ground | 3 |