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the edge of the216
for the first time93
the end of the64
at the end of60
for a long time59
to the edge of58
in the edge of54
for a few moments51
rose to his feet44
at the edge of43
it was as if39
edge of the forest36
the face of the36
he could see the36
in the heart of34
in the face of34
in the direction of34
in spite of the33
he could not see33
made no effort to32
it seemed to him29
had come to him29
to his feet and28
the top of the28
in a low voice28
the edge of a28
which he could not28
he came to the27
the direction of the27
the heart of the27
at the same time26
on the other side26
and there was a26
he could hear the25
on the edge of25
he rose to his25
knew that it was24
i am going to24
a long time ago24
the foot of the23
the first time he23
in spite of his22
and there was no22
up out of the22
as if he had22
her in his arms22
from out of the22
a quarter of a22
the middle of the22
the bottom of the22
a part of the21
quarter of a mile21
along the edge of21
he had never seen21
quarter of an hour21
the other side of20
half an hour later20
and he knew that20
a part of his20
royal northwest mounted police20
when he came to20
it was not a19
and for a moment19
the light of the19
he went to the19
out into the night19
he would not have19
it was not the19
the beginning of the19
bram and his wolves18
he did not know18
the side of the18
face to face with18
the face of a18
he knew that it18
the rest of the18
and for the first18
a quarter of an18
over the edge of18
at the foot of17
in the center of17
for a moment he17
the first time in17
but he did not17
was filled with the17
of the fact that17
the last of the17
they came to the17
he looked at the17
in the middle of17
he had seen the17
that it was a17
chief of the boulains17
the royal northwest mounted16
he came to a16
there was no longer16
he did not hear16
in a way that16
was not to be16
that he could not16
it was then that16
up and down the16
the man who had16
as he thought of16
to him in the16
in the midst of16
the crest of the16
end of the cabin16
for half an hour16
but there was no16
it must have been15
other side of the15
you are going to15
there came to him15
he had come to15
the glow of the15
the chief of the15
between him and the15
and a moment later15
he knew that he15
as soon as i15
if it had been15
it was in the15
looked at his watch15
the head of the15
made up his mind15
had come into his15
that had come to14
there was something in14
stood for a moment14
the heart of a14
jolly roger and peter14
of the royal northwest14
into the heart of14
half a mile away14
it was like a14
until he came to14
he knew that the14
was filled with a14
the end of his14
a moment or two14
of a man who14
and he could see14
to the end of14
the shadow of the14
so that he could14
he was ready to14
that he was not13
son of a seigneur13
the name of the13
at the sound of13
the mouth of the13
he could not understand13
when he saw the13
the spot where i13
as he looked at13
the door of the13
it was impossible for13
the bow of the13
edge of the timber13
was as if he13
i do not know13
as if he were13
in which he had13
the valley of silent13
as he saw the13
in his arms and13
was no longer a13
as she looked at13
in that moment he13
edge of the barren13
into the face of13
was looking at him13
where there had been13
with his back to13
she looked at him13
made an effort to13
he was going to13
there was not a13
his head and shoulders13
valley of silent men13
but it was the12
half a dozen times12
knew that he was12
it seemed to peter12
the surface of the12
it seemed as if12
from the edge of12
went back to the12
that had come into12
at the bottom of12
was no longer the12
i could not but12
his hands and knees12
and he did not12
the man who was12
seemed to him that12
came to the edge12
to him that he12
the end of a12
and in that moment12
and for a long12
he looked at his12
than he had ever12
he was in the12
came out of the12
caught a glimpse of12
he was not afraid11
the man in the11
came to him that11
the sound of a11
he made no effort11
and when at last11
and he was not11
there was no sign11
the eyes of the11
had come from the11
was it possible that11
on the opposite side11
did not know that11
not until then did11
a day or two11
as though he had11
the gloom of the11
the sound of the11
it was like the11
on his hands and11
went to the door11
a long time he11
there was only one11
was not more than11
a few moments he11
en roulant ma boule11
in the glow of11
that this was the11
there was no sound11
he opened his eyes11
for a few minutes11
did not look at11
he shrugged his shoulders11
his back to the11
could not fail to11
there had been a11
he closed his eyes11
was one of the11
in the shadow of11
was no sign of11
in the days of11
of jean de gravois11
on the point of11
it could not be11
she came to him10
the form of a10
but it was not10
over and over again10
eyes were wide open10
and in that same10
at the head of10
at the top of10
in that same moment10
of the man who10
but he could not10
to the top of10
he thought of the10
it was the first10
as well as the10
seemed to be a10
as he stood there10
and his face was10
out of the forest10
of the golden snare10
the edge of civilization10
as he had seen10
and that he was10
in the eyes of10
he was beginning to10
it was possible that10
a hundred and fifty10
around the end of10
that he was a10
there had been no10
and it seemed to10
he could make out10
it came to him10
the first time the10
he did not see10
the opposite side of10
a great deal of10
in front of the10
and at last he10
the touch of her10
father holland and i10
as he went on10
it would not be10
drew in a deep10
one of his hands10
man in the world10
i pay you back10
the first of the10
he knew it was10
i will tell you10
was no longer afraid10
that he had been10
inch at a time10
there was but one10
filled him with a10
the summit of the10
sprang to his feet10
first time in his10
it would have been10
he could no longer10
and for an instant10
for a moment the10
every muscle in his10
look in his face10
she was trying to10
an inch at a10
when they came to10
and in spite of10
for a space he10
and in a moment10
the son of a10
a part of it10
he had ever seen10
that it would be10
for the sake of10
with which he had10
he turned to the10
the far end of9
out of the water9
after a little he9
drew a deep breath9
in the light of9
a long time after9
that he would not9
was in his eyes9
that was in him9
of the first people9
and a little later9
it was only a9
she was no longer9
i want you to9
the thing that had9
what was in his9
could not have been9
beyond the reach of9
once upon a time9
what do you think9
a few minutes before9
the shadows of the9
that she was not9
it was no longer9
there was a new9
to the bottom of9
in a few minutes9
at a small distance9
spite of the fact9
edge of the clearing9
that he did not9
edge of the barrens9
from side to side9
he was no longer9
out of the way9
there could be no9
when he had finished9
he was in a9
of black roger audemard9
it was a long9
the fact that the9
the center of the9
come out of the9
the height of land9
in a deep breath9
came to his lips9
in her eyes and9
did not wait for9
and for a space9
that she could not9
that came to him9
and when he saw9
when he reached the9
a man who was9
he could feel the9
had come into the9
his face as he9
he paused for a9
for a moment in9
and after that the9
the tops of the9
the back of his9
it seemed as though9
he was filled with9
in half an hour9
as he might have9
late in the afternoon9
at the same moment9
the sound of it9
when i came to9
the darkness of the9
opposite side of the9
the fact that he9
what he had seen9
the coming of the9
looked up at him9
that it was not9
as she stood there9
i beg your pardon9
he was an outlaw9
for a little while9
the far side of9
paused for a moment9
from which he had9
for a moment and8
of one of the8
the white strip of8
he stood for a8
of le grand diable8
he could not remember8
as if she had8
the significance of the8
but i could not8
at the thought of8
lords of the north8
that was in his8
the shelter of the8
time in his life8
on the far side8
in a short time8
what do you mean8
in the course of8
came to five fingers8
in the crook of8
as he stared at8
the hour of his8
far to the west8
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where he had left8
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it was impossible to8
they could hear the8
there would be no8
what do you want8
his way through the8
of what he had8
out of the darkness8
his eyes as he8
went out into the8
it was peter who8
on his way to8
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two or three minutes8
the man he had8
the thought came to8
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they came to a8
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that he had not8
down from the north8
that jean de gravois8
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a glimpse of the8
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the hands of the8
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a part of him8
he pointed to the8
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in my power to8
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the forest and the8
to him from the8
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at him as he8
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to him like a8
she did not know8
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a long time before8
was in his mind8
through the open door8
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an hour or two8
dropped on his knees8
thought came to him8
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his eyes on the8
light of the moon8
when he saw that8
the muscles of his8
in his face and8
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the music of the8
he had not seen8
thing in the world8
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the presence of the8
with the swiftness of8
a hand on his8
it seemed to be8
come into his life8
what he had done8
his way to the8
edge of the lake8
bottom of the river8
not until he had8
there was no doubt8
was on his feet8
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the butt of his8
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a minute or two7
a hundred yards away7
for an instant he7
he tried to laugh7
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face of the earth7
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that was like the7
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a few hours ago7
the life of the7
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as he tried to7
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him as he had7
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close at his side7
which i had been7
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the end of that7
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to face with the7
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the river and the7
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the crown of her7
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edge of the pond7
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to return to the7
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are you going to7
the reach of his7
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note in his voice7
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door of the cabin7
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peter and his father7
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the warmth of the7
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the rest of his7
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side of the river7
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the verge of the7
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his face to the7
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crown of her head7
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the crook of his7
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one seen black roger4
ringing of the bell4
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his one good eye4
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john cummins and jan4
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megaphone of his hands4
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james oliver curwood author4
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my uncle jack mackenzie4
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came back with the4
to get his breath4
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the man she loved4
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smoke was rising from4
it will be easy4
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he had dragged himself4
smile came to his4
a hollow in the4
miriam and the child4
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into the making of4
the superintendent of n4
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the warmth of her4
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to which i was4
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his lips as he4
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the desire to kill4
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box of his violin4
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bram johnson and his4
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out into the open4
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to him from out4
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child shall lead them4
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shawl over her head4
brow of the hill4
on which i was4
to rest for a4
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to him through the4
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shadow of the cabin4
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peter had come to4
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blood in his body4
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