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quadgram | frequency |
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the edge of the | 216 |
for the first time | 93 |
the end of the | 64 |
at the end of | 60 |
for a long time | 59 |
to the edge of | 58 |
in the edge of | 54 |
for a few moments | 51 |
rose to his feet | 44 |
at the edge of | 43 |
it was as if | 39 |
edge of the forest | 36 |
the face of the | 36 |
he could see the | 36 |
in the heart of | 34 |
in the face of | 34 |
in the direction of | 34 |
in spite of the | 33 |
he could not see | 33 |
made no effort to | 32 |
it seemed to him | 29 |
had come to him | 29 |
to his feet and | 28 |
the top of the | 28 |
in a low voice | 28 |
the edge of a | 28 |
which he could not | 28 |
he came to the | 27 |
the direction of the | 27 |
the heart of the | 27 |
at the same time | 26 |
on the other side | 26 |
and there was a | 26 |
he could hear the | 25 |
on the edge of | 25 |
he rose to his | 25 |
knew that it was | 24 |
i am going to | 24 |
a long time ago | 24 |
the foot of the | 23 |
the first time he | 23 |
in spite of his | 22 |
and there was no | 22 |
up out of the | 22 |
as if he had | 22 |
her in his arms | 22 |
from out of the | 22 |
a quarter of a | 22 |
the middle of the | 22 |
the bottom of the | 22 |
a part of the | 21 |
quarter of a mile | 21 |
along the edge of | 21 |
he had never seen | 21 |
quarter of an hour | 21 |
the other side of | 20 |
half an hour later | 20 |
and he knew that | 20 |
a part of his | 20 |
royal northwest mounted police | 20 |
when he came to | 20 |
it was not a | 19 |
and for a moment | 19 |
the light of the | 19 |
he went to the | 19 |
out into the night | 19 |
he would not have | 19 |
it was not the | 19 |
the beginning of the | 19 |
bram and his wolves | 18 |
he did not know | 18 |
the side of the | 18 |
face to face with | 18 |
the face of a | 18 |
he knew that it | 18 |
the rest of the | 18 |
and for the first | 18 |
a quarter of an | 18 |
over the edge of | 18 |
at the foot of | 17 |
in the center of | 17 |
for a moment he | 17 |
the first time in | 17 |
but he did not | 17 |
was filled with the | 17 |
of the fact that | 17 |
the last of the | 17 |
they came to the | 17 |
he looked at the | 17 |
in the middle of | 17 |
he had seen the | 17 |
that it was a | 17 |
chief of the boulains | 17 |
the royal northwest mounted | 16 |
he came to a | 16 |
there was no longer | 16 |
he did not hear | 16 |
in a way that | 16 |
was not to be | 16 |
that he could not | 16 |
it was then that | 16 |
up and down the | 16 |
the man who had | 16 |
as he thought of | 16 |
to him in the | 16 |
in the midst of | 16 |
the crest of the | 16 |
end of the cabin | 16 |
for half an hour | 16 |
but there was no | 16 |
it must have been | 15 |
other side of the | 15 |
you are going to | 15 |
there came to him | 15 |
he had come to | 15 |
the glow of the | 15 |
the chief of the | 15 |
between him and the | 15 |
and a moment later | 15 |
he knew that he | 15 |
as soon as i | 15 |
if it had been | 15 |
it was in the | 15 |
looked at his watch | 15 |
the head of the | 15 |
made up his mind | 15 |
had come into his | 15 |
that had come to | 14 |
there was something in | 14 |
stood for a moment | 14 |
the heart of a | 14 |
jolly roger and peter | 14 |
of the royal northwest | 14 |
into the heart of | 14 |
half a mile away | 14 |
it was like a | 14 |
until he came to | 14 |
he knew that the | 14 |
was filled with a | 14 |
the end of his | 14 |
a moment or two | 14 |
of a man who | 14 |
and he could see | 14 |
to the end of | 14 |
the shadow of the | 14 |
so that he could | 14 |
he was ready to | 14 |
that he was not | 13 |
son of a seigneur | 13 |
the name of the | 13 |
at the sound of | 13 |
the mouth of the | 13 |
he could not understand | 13 |
when he saw the | 13 |
the spot where i | 13 |
as he looked at | 13 |
the door of the | 13 |
it was impossible for | 13 |
the bow of the | 13 |
edge of the timber | 13 |
was as if he | 13 |
i do not know | 13 |
as if he were | 13 |
in which he had | 13 |
the valley of silent | 13 |
as he saw the | 13 |
in his arms and | 13 |
was no longer a | 13 |
as she looked at | 13 |
in that moment he | 13 |
edge of the barren | 13 |
into the face of | 13 |
was looking at him | 13 |
where there had been | 13 |
with his back to | 13 |
she looked at him | 13 |
made an effort to | 13 |
he was going to | 13 |
there was not a | 13 |
his head and shoulders | 13 |
valley of silent men | 13 |
but it was the | 12 |
half a dozen times | 12 |
knew that he was | 12 |
it seemed to peter | 12 |
the surface of the | 12 |
it seemed as if | 12 |
from the edge of | 12 |
went back to the | 12 |
that had come into | 12 |
at the bottom of | 12 |
was no longer the | 12 |
i could not but | 12 |
his hands and knees | 12 |
and he did not | 12 |
the man who was | 12 |
seemed to him that | 12 |
came to the edge | 12 |
to him that he | 12 |
the end of a | 12 |
and in that moment | 12 |
and for a long | 12 |
he looked at his | 12 |
than he had ever | 12 |
he was in the | 12 |
came out of the | 12 |
caught a glimpse of | 12 |
he was not afraid | 11 |
the man in the | 11 |
came to him that | 11 |
the sound of a | 11 |
he made no effort | 11 |
and when at last | 11 |
and he was not | 11 |
there was no sign | 11 |
the eyes of the | 11 |
had come from the | 11 |
was it possible that | 11 |
on the opposite side | 11 |
did not know that | 11 |
not until then did | 11 |
a day or two | 11 |
as though he had | 11 |
the gloom of the | 11 |
the sound of the | 11 |
it was like the | 11 |
on his hands and | 11 |
went to the door | 11 |
a long time he | 11 |
there was only one | 11 |
was not more than | 11 |
a few moments he | 11 |
en roulant ma boule | 11 |
in the glow of | 11 |
that this was the | 11 |
there was no sound | 11 |
he opened his eyes | 11 |
for a few minutes | 11 |
did not look at | 11 |
he shrugged his shoulders | 11 |
his back to the | 11 |
could not fail to | 11 |
there had been a | 11 |
he closed his eyes | 11 |
was one of the | 11 |
in the shadow of | 11 |
was no sign of | 11 |
in the days of | 11 |
of jean de gravois | 11 |
on the point of | 11 |
it could not be | 11 |
she came to him | 10 |
the form of a | 10 |
but it was not | 10 |
over and over again | 10 |
eyes were wide open | 10 |
and in that same | 10 |
at the head of | 10 |
at the top of | 10 |
in that same moment | 10 |
of the man who | 10 |
but he could not | 10 |
to the top of | 10 |
he thought of the | 10 |
it was the first | 10 |
as well as the | 10 |
seemed to be a | 10 |
as he stood there | 10 |
and his face was | 10 |
out of the forest | 10 |
of the golden snare | 10 |
the edge of civilization | 10 |
as he had seen | 10 |
and that he was | 10 |
in the eyes of | 10 |
he was beginning to | 10 |
it was possible that | 10 |
a hundred and fifty | 10 |
around the end of | 10 |
that he was a | 10 |
there had been no | 10 |
and it seemed to | 10 |
he could make out | 10 |
it came to him | 10 |
the first time the | 10 |
he did not see | 10 |
the opposite side of | 10 |
a great deal of | 10 |
in front of the | 10 |
and at last he | 10 |
the touch of her | 10 |
father holland and i | 10 |
as he went on | 10 |
it would not be | 10 |
drew in a deep | 10 |
one of his hands | 10 |
man in the world | 10 |
i pay you back | 10 |
the first of the | 10 |
he knew it was | 10 |
i will tell you | 10 |
was no longer afraid | 10 |
that he had been | 10 |
inch at a time | 10 |
there was but one | 10 |
filled him with a | 10 |
the summit of the | 10 |
sprang to his feet | 10 |
first time in his | 10 |
it would have been | 10 |
he could no longer | 10 |
and for an instant | 10 |
for a moment the | 10 |
every muscle in his | 10 |
look in his face | 10 |
she was trying to | 10 |
an inch at a | 10 |
when they came to | 10 |
and in spite of | 10 |
for a space he | 10 |
and in a moment | 10 |
the son of a | 10 |
a part of it | 10 |
he had ever seen | 10 |
that it would be | 10 |
for the sake of | 10 |
with which he had | 10 |
he turned to the | 10 |
the far end of | 9 |
out of the water | 9 |
after a little he | 9 |
drew a deep breath | 9 |
in the light of | 9 |
a long time after | 9 |
that he would not | 9 |
was in his eyes | 9 |
that was in him | 9 |
of the first people | 9 |
and a little later | 9 |
it was only a | 9 |
she was no longer | 9 |
i want you to | 9 |
the thing that had | 9 |
what was in his | 9 |
could not have been | 9 |
beyond the reach of | 9 |
once upon a time | 9 |
what do you think | 9 |
a few minutes before | 9 |
the shadows of the | 9 |
that she was not | 9 |
it was no longer | 9 |
there was a new | 9 |
to the bottom of | 9 |
in a few minutes | 9 |
at a small distance | 9 |
spite of the fact | 9 |
edge of the clearing | 9 |
that he did not | 9 |
edge of the barrens | 9 |
from side to side | 9 |
he was no longer | 9 |
out of the way | 9 |
there could be no | 9 |
when he had finished | 9 |
he was in a | 9 |
of black roger audemard | 9 |
it was a long | 9 |
the fact that the | 9 |
the center of the | 9 |
come out of the | 9 |
the height of land | 9 |
in a deep breath | 9 |
came to his lips | 9 |
in her eyes and | 9 |
did not wait for | 9 |
and for a space | 9 |
that she could not | 9 |
that came to him | 9 |
and when he saw | 9 |
when he reached the | 9 |
a man who was | 9 |
he could feel the | 9 |
had come into the | 9 |
his face as he | 9 |
he paused for a | 9 |
for a moment in | 9 |
and after that the | 9 |
the tops of the | 9 |
the back of his | 9 |
it seemed as though | 9 |
he was filled with | 9 |
in half an hour | 9 |
as he might have | 9 |
late in the afternoon | 9 |
at the same moment | 9 |
the sound of it | 9 |
when i came to | 9 |
the darkness of the | 9 |
opposite side of the | 9 |
the fact that he | 9 |
what he had seen | 9 |
the coming of the | 9 |
looked up at him | 9 |
that it was not | 9 |
as she stood there | 9 |
i beg your pardon | 9 |
he was an outlaw | 9 |
for a little while | 9 |
the far side of | 9 |
paused for a moment | 9 |
from which he had | 9 |
for a moment and | 8 |
of one of the | 8 |
the white strip of | 8 |
he stood for a | 8 |
of le grand diable | 8 |
he could not remember | 8 |
as if she had | 8 |
the significance of the | 8 |
but i could not | 8 |
at the thought of | 8 |
lords of the north | 8 |
that was in his | 8 |
the shelter of the | 8 |
time in his life | 8 |
on the far side | 8 |
in a short time | 8 |
what do you mean | 8 |
in the course of | 8 |
came to five fingers | 8 |
in the crook of | 8 |
as he stared at | 8 |
the hour of his | 8 |
far to the west | 8 |
he looked at her | 8 |
where he had left | 8 |
it was one of | 8 |
it was impossible to | 8 |
they could hear the | 8 |
there would be no | 8 |
what do you want | 8 |
his way through the | 8 |
of what he had | 8 |
out of the darkness | 8 |
his eyes as he | 8 |
went out into the | 8 |
it was peter who | 8 |
on his way to | 8 |
he could see her | 8 |
had no intention of | 8 |
two or three minutes | 8 |
the man he had | 8 |
the thought came to | 8 |
when it comes to | 8 |
he looked about him | 8 |
for the purpose of | 8 |
he was looking at | 8 |
been a long time | 8 |
he held out his | 8 |
for the most part | 8 |
at the distance of | 8 |
in the same breath | 8 |
there was something of | 8 |
as long as he | 8 |
they came to a | 8 |
it had been a | 8 |
which he had never | 8 |
was a long time | 8 |
that he had not | 8 |
down from the north | 8 |
that jean de gravois | 8 |
he looked up at | 8 |
he was not a | 8 |
a glimpse of the | 8 |
he returned to the | 8 |
he was sure he | 8 |
the hands of the | 8 |
and as he looked | 8 |
a part of him | 8 |
he pointed to the | 8 |
he was a man | 8 |
he was on the | 8 |
in my power to | 8 |
he did not look | 8 |
he did not finish | 8 |
from the scene of | 8 |
he had seen in | 8 |
the forest and the | 8 |
to him from the | 8 |
and his eyes were | 8 |
he went to her | 8 |
and he could hear | 8 |
and then he said | 8 |
he dropped on his | 8 |
on the verge of | 8 |
on the face of | 8 |
in the history of | 8 |
in the form of | 8 |
at him as he | 8 |
it may be that | 8 |
to him like a | 8 |
she did not know | 8 |
did not look up | 8 |
a long time before | 8 |
was in his mind | 8 |
through the open door | 8 |
he was like a | 8 |
which he had come | 8 |
an hour or two | 8 |
dropped on his knees | 8 |
thought came to him | 8 |
and her eyes were | 8 |
his eyes on the | 8 |
light of the moon | 8 |
when he saw that | 8 |
the muscles of his | 8 |
in his face and | 8 |
and for a few | 8 |
the music of the | 8 |
he had not seen | 8 |
thing in the world | 8 |
he said in a | 8 |
did not see the | 8 |
the presence of the | 8 |
with the swiftness of | 8 |
a hand on his | 8 |
it seemed to be | 8 |
come into his life | 8 |
what he had done | 8 |
his way to the | 8 |
edge of the lake | 8 |
bottom of the river | 8 |
not until he had | 8 |
there was no doubt | 8 |
was on his feet | 8 |
and it was this | 8 |
the butt of his | 8 |
it was a new | 7 |
a minute or two | 7 |
a hundred yards away | 7 |
for an instant he | 7 |
he tried to laugh | 7 |
he had never heard | 7 |
face of the earth | 7 |
in another moment he | 7 |
that was like the | 7 |
as he went to | 7 |
a few hours ago | 7 |
the life of the | 7 |
she gave a little | 7 |
as he tried to | 7 |
and all the time | 7 |
held out his hand | 7 |
him as he had | 7 |
him that he was | 7 |
up in his arms | 7 |
on one side of | 7 |
close at his side | 7 |
which i had been | 7 |
did not seem to | 7 |
the end of that | 7 |
went to the window | 7 |
he was thinking of | 7 |
and one of the | 7 |
then he went to | 7 |
was that of a | 7 |
looking up at him | 7 |
he had built up | 7 |
was in the air | 7 |
the door opened and | 7 |
in the name of | 7 |
he tried to smile | 7 |
do you think of | 7 |
the safety of the | 7 |
in a moment he | 7 |
for a moment she | 7 |
out from under the | 7 |
he had seen a | 7 |
were looking at him | 7 |
to face with the | 7 |
of which he was | 7 |
did not hear the | 7 |
she had come to | 7 |
him that she was | 7 |
he did not move | 7 |
drop of blood in | 7 |
to allow me to | 7 |
the river and the | 7 |
on the other hand | 7 |
paid no attention to | 7 |
she was looking at | 7 |
as soon as he | 7 |
the crown of her | 7 |
as he bent over | 7 |
there seemed to be | 7 |
edge of the pond | 7 |
a part of her | 7 |
he had made a | 7 |
in a voice that | 7 |
to return to the | 7 |
and in another moment | 7 |
spruce and cedar and | 7 |
are you going to | 7 |
the reach of his | 7 |
at the beginning of | 7 |
note in his voice | 7 |
what is the matter | 7 |
in a few hours | 7 |
was amazed at the | 7 |
were filled with the | 7 |
gloom of the forest | 7 |
was the beginning of | 7 |
him from out of | 7 |
he turned his head | 7 |
heart gave a sudden | 7 |
door of the cabin | 7 |
he knew that his | 7 |
he was sure of | 7 |
the weight of his | 7 |
for a full minute | 7 |
had come to the | 7 |
he went back to | 7 |
to one of the | 7 |
peter and his father | 7 |
on the trail of | 7 |
early in the morning | 7 |
between his two hands | 7 |
the warmth of the | 7 |
she held out her | 7 |
he drew in a | 7 |
the rest of his | 7 |
at last to the | 7 |
out of the north | 7 |
his eyes from the | 7 |
it was not difficult | 7 |
every drop of blood | 7 |
she had told him | 7 |
side of the river | 7 |
he was about to | 7 |
the verge of the | 7 |
and went to the | 7 |
he had left her | 7 |
jolly roger did not | 7 |
the last of his | 7 |
the shore of the | 7 |
was impossible for him | 7 |
the afternoon of the | 7 |
into the darkness of | 7 |
with which i had | 7 |
was no more than | 7 |
his face to the | 7 |
the length of the | 7 |
necessary for him to | 7 |
in a quarter of | 7 |
put an end to | 7 |
was a part of | 7 |
sat down in the | 7 |
and it was the | 7 |
a voice that was | 7 |
became a part of | 7 |
could not see her | 7 |
in the presence of | 7 |
laid a hand on | 7 |
a short time before | 7 |
from the top of | 7 |
could not be far | 7 |
he heard her voice | 7 |
the cabin and the | 7 |
the people of the | 7 |
with him in the | 7 |
he had made his | 7 |
never had he seen | 7 |
it had not been | 7 |
impossible for him to | 7 |
in a moment she | 7 |
set out for the | 7 |
of an hour he | 7 |
the night of the | 7 |
he nodded toward the | 7 |
had made up his | 7 |
his heart gave a | 7 |
as if he was | 7 |
had ceased to be | 7 |
rose in his throat | 7 |
he would have seen | 7 |
muscle in his body | 7 |
crown of her head | 7 |
shore of the lake | 7 |
back to the door | 7 |
a little later he | 7 |
a moment later the | 7 |
by james oliver curwood | 7 |
the crook of his | 7 |
but there was a | 7 |
what was left of | 7 |
and he continued to | 7 |
for an hour after | 7 |
he was conscious of | 7 |
why it was that | 7 |
when at last he | 7 |
the sound of his | 7 |
as if it were | 7 |
that he was alone | 7 |
deep down in his | 7 |
and that she was | 6 |
he heard a voice | 6 |
was on his way | 6 |
got to do it | 6 |
the shadow of a | 6 |
a few minutes later | 6 |
for an instant the | 6 |
he was sure that | 6 |
until the end of | 6 |
there was nothing of | 6 |
and one of them | 6 |
far side of the | 6 |
all the rest of | 6 |
she looked up at | 6 |
it was easy to | 6 |
that he was an | 6 |
was conscious of the | 6 |
one of the windows | 6 |
the rim of the | 6 |
that he was going | 6 |
as a matter of | 6 |
the country of the | 6 |
in his eyes was | 6 |
no sign of life | 6 |
her eyes and the | 6 |
in the shelter of | 6 |
each side of the | 6 |
if he had not | 6 |
in his eyes and | 6 |
came to him like | 6 |
and all at once | 6 |
he brought with him | 6 |
come to him in | 6 |
he made his way | 6 |
he thought it was | 6 |
one of them was | 6 |
he wanted to go | 6 |
what had happened to | 6 |
with the weight of | 6 |
he was staring at | 6 |
like a little child | 6 |
that he could see | 6 |
had given him a | 6 |
but i do not | 6 |
from the direction of | 6 |
the next day he | 6 |
a man who had | 6 |
for the last time | 6 |
the greatest of all | 6 |
she was on her | 6 |
to her feet and | 6 |
he bowed his head | 6 |
come to him from | 6 |
for a few days | 6 |
an hour later they | 6 |
nothing to do with | 6 |
at the back of | 6 |
to the foot of | 6 |
i was in the | 6 |
he was on his | 6 |
in the back of | 6 |
would like to see | 6 |
and that it was | 6 |
in the hour of | 6 |
and with it the | 6 |
crook of his arm | 6 |
out of the earth | 6 |
and then she was | 6 |
and then he saw | 6 |
it was a little | 6 |
and he would not | 6 |
the rear of the | 6 |
no more than a | 6 |
and the sound of | 6 |
had tried to kill | 6 |
edge of the pool | 6 |
and half a dozen | 6 |
it was dark when | 6 |
out of the gloom | 6 |
years ago when he | 6 |
it would be a | 6 |
he could see that | 6 |
in the manner of | 6 |
had never seen a | 6 |
i am going back | 6 |
he told himself that | 6 |
and it was a | 6 |
am going to tell | 6 |
he could see nothing | 6 |
a hand to his | 6 |
i should like to | 6 |
which i could not | 6 |
and after a little | 6 |
his eyes rested on | 6 |
in the beginning of | 6 |
it was almost a | 6 |
in her face and | 6 |
she smiled at him | 6 |
was more than ever | 6 |
a long time since | 6 |
out of the window | 6 |
face of the man | 6 |
an hour after that | 6 |
of it was in | 6 |
he saw in her | 6 |
and in the same | 6 |
was beginning to understand | 6 |
her eyes were shining | 6 |
in that same instant | 6 |
the face of his | 6 |
at the far end | 6 |
he made an effort | 6 |
he came into the | 6 |
in the bottom of | 6 |
in an instant the | 6 |
and he wanted to | 6 |
when he returned to | 6 |
of jolly roger mckay | 6 |
man in the moon | 6 |
was on her feet | 6 |
beard on his face | 6 |
and then he heard | 6 |
within the reach of | 6 |
was unacquainted with the | 6 |
it was the one | 6 |
he picked up the | 6 |
and out of the | 6 |
held out her arms | 6 |
and he heard her | 6 |
all the way from | 6 |
his heart was beating | 6 |
was as white as | 6 |
what do you say | 6 |
half an hour after | 6 |
he had ever known | 6 |
for a moment or | 6 |
after a long time | 6 |
a few moments before | 6 |
a low cry of | 6 |
top of the mountain | 6 |
of which i was | 6 |
he had seen her | 6 |
take la longue traverse | 6 |
in another moment the | 6 |
staggered to his feet | 6 |
the voice of the | 6 |
back to fort douglas | 6 |
the look in her | 6 |
in all his life | 6 |
hamilton and father holland | 6 |
in the hollow of | 6 |
on either side of | 6 |
he had succeeded in | 6 |
crest of the slope | 6 |
and then went on | 6 |
seemed to come to | 6 |
of what had happened | 6 |
almost within reach of | 6 |
she bowed her head | 6 |
was on the point | 6 |
back to the cabin | 6 |
is it not so | 6 |
of middle finger inlet | 6 |
in the moment of | 6 |
and he saw the | 6 |
the tip of the | 6 |
now that he was | 6 |
of which he had | 6 |
i have told you | 6 |
of spruce and cedar | 6 |
that he had made | 6 |
a deep breath of | 6 |
in the far north | 6 |
on one of the | 6 |
out of his face | 6 |
something which he could | 6 |
like that of a | 6 |
and he began to | 6 |
looked up at the | 6 |
but there was nothing | 6 |
he seemed to be | 6 |
in front of his | 6 |
when i was a | 6 |
it was probable that | 6 |
there was a strange | 6 |
she made no effort | 6 |
little at a time | 6 |
and for a time | 6 |
into the eyes of | 6 |
he did not think | 6 |
might have been a | 6 |
the edge of his | 6 |
her cheeks were flushed | 6 |
half a mile from | 6 |
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swift as a flash | 6 |
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hundred and fifty yards | 6 |
back into the cabin | 6 |
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that i should be | 6 |
that the girl was | 6 |
looked through the window | 6 |
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in front of him | 6 |
which he had been | 6 |
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that he had come | 6 |
to the door of | 6 |
but he was not | 6 |
that he might have | 6 |
going to tell you | 6 |
of the alcohol lamp | 6 |
the voice of a | 6 |
revolver in his hand | 6 |
the death of waldegrave | 6 |
in which he was | 6 |
then he heard a | 6 |
for the use of | 6 |
a bit of statuary | 6 |
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the history of the | 6 |
the verge of a | 6 |
the honor of the | 6 |
down into the valley | 6 |
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him face to face | 6 |
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as if it had | 6 |
came to him the | 6 |
in spite of all | 6 |
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side of the bateau | 6 |
upon his knees beside | 6 |
look in her eyes | 6 |
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in the same moment | 6 |
blood in his veins | 6 |
came to him now | 6 |
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to look upon the | 6 |
with a low cry | 6 |
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that he should be | 6 |
in the gloom of | 6 |
he would never forget | 6 |
the call of the | 6 |
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the farther side of | 6 |
to make him understand | 6 |
thrill shot through him | 6 |
the center of a | 6 |
and made his way | 6 |
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the wife of st | 6 |
that there was no | 6 |
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that he had seen | 6 |
a little at a | 6 |
stood face to face | 6 |
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to the east and | 6 |
he saw her face | 5 |
a breath of air | 5 |
the force of the | 5 |
in the bow of | 5 |
in the little church | 5 |
i perceived that the | 5 |
there was a change | 5 |
his way toward it | 5 |
in the morning and | 5 |
but in spite of | 5 |
was the voice of | 5 |
a few moments later | 5 |
end of the earth | 5 |
a mile from the | 5 |
knew that he would | 5 |
that had ever come | 5 |
just in time to | 5 |
burst from his lips | 5 |
he could hear her | 5 |
the menace of the | 5 |
lump in his throat | 5 |
the figure of a | 5 |
a moment she was | 5 |
for the rest of | 5 |
drew her to him | 5 |
rest of the world | 5 |
the power of the | 5 |
of a mile when | 5 |
that he had heard | 5 |
when she came to | 5 |
it was a big | 5 |
had no time to | 5 |
le grand diable was | 5 |
and she knew that | 5 |
for a minute or | 5 |
knew what it meant | 5 |
the head of a | 5 |
if speaking to himself | 5 |
her eyes and her | 5 |
glow of the moon | 5 |
filled with a strange | 5 |
and closed the door | 5 |
over and over in | 5 |
it looked as though | 5 |
the face of it | 5 |
i know not what | 5 |
arms about his neck | 5 |
the very edge of | 5 |
the wailing of the | 5 |
it was in his | 5 |
for a short time | 5 |
i wish you would | 5 |
it was not until | 5 |
in his heart he | 5 |
and at the same | 5 |
knew that he could | 5 |
a matter of fact | 5 |
the belief that i | 5 |
his arms about her | 5 |
there was reason to | 5 |
her face and eyes | 5 |
in proportion to the | 5 |
and i had to | 5 |
from the eyes of | 5 |
to the head of | 5 |
he had taken from | 5 |
of the big snows | 5 |
was ready to fight | 5 |
the four walls of | 5 |
and with it came | 5 |
every nerve in his | 5 |
had gone to the | 5 |
arms closed about her | 5 |
josette and marie antoinette | 5 |
the first time since | 5 |
close in his arms | 5 |
called the country beyond | 5 |
then he saw the | 5 |
and the edge of | 5 |
she was telling him | 5 |
came into his face | 5 |
to keep him from | 5 |
out of the sky | 5 |
the edge of it | 5 |
with you and peter | 5 |
out of his eyes | 5 |
the north and west | 5 |
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he fell upon his | 5 |
that it was the | 5 |
he was a little | 5 |
for a single moment | 5 |
was in his heart | 5 |
bateese and joe clamart | 5 |
country of the athabasca | 5 |
touch of her lips | 5 |
and when i came | 5 |
at the mouth of | 5 |
of the forest and | 5 |
was something in his | 5 |
he believed that he | 5 |
so that he was | 5 |
came back to me | 5 |
to come to him | 5 |
the brow of the | 5 |
a foot at a | 5 |
and at the end | 5 |
his eyes was a | 5 |
him until he was | 5 |
then he went on | 5 |
he would have died | 5 |
i have ever heard | 5 |
after a moment he | 5 |
had ever come into | 5 |
in consequence of which | 5 |
in the same instant | 5 |
turned to the door | 5 |
her hair in the | 5 |
come into contact with | 5 |
it was a good | 5 |
in the woods and | 5 |
the young man who | 5 |
face turned up to | 5 |
from end to end | 5 |
in the darkness of | 5 |
was at an end | 5 |
and her face was | 5 |
came back to him | 5 |
far end of the | 5 |
he had no desire | 5 |
she could see the | 5 |
he did not feel | 5 |
in which i had | 5 |
he staggered to his | 5 |
him when he came | 5 |
he smiled at her | 5 |
his face and hands | 5 |
the north and east | 5 |
was not at all | 5 |
the greater part of | 5 |
was not thinking of | 5 |
it was then peter | 5 |
jean de gravois had | 5 |
with a strange and | 5 |
down to the edge | 5 |
and the thrill of | 5 |
on the third day | 5 |
and a pair of | 5 |
a few days before | 5 |
the corner of the | 5 |
in the way he | 5 |
as he listened to | 5 |
the scene of the | 5 |
even though he was | 5 |
setting of the sun | 5 |
doubt in his mind | 5 |
light in his eyes | 5 |
the palm of his | 5 |
and his lips were | 5 |
from the spot where | 5 |
but i was not | 5 |
when he came into | 5 |
to peter it was | 5 |
nerve in his body | 5 |
out of his mouth | 5 |
he could see no | 5 |
it was hard for | 5 |
beating of her heart | 5 |
he was determined to | 5 |
for it was the | 5 |
there for a moment | 5 |
it was necessary to | 5 |
and this was the | 5 |
half a dozen of | 5 |
and as he listened | 5 |
at him with a | 5 |
to him in a | 5 |
into the cabin and | 5 |
if he did not | 5 |
the morning of the | 5 |
in the centre of | 5 |
he reached out his | 5 |
him back to the | 5 |
her arms about him | 5 |
long time after that | 5 |
he had ceased to | 5 |
over him as he | 5 |
the open door of | 5 |
as if speaking to | 5 |
and she did not | 5 |
half an hour before | 5 |
did not think of | 5 |
spot where i stood | 5 |
was not afraid of | 5 |
i want to know | 5 |
had gone into the | 5 |
the change in her | 5 |
and in an instant | 5 |
within a few yards | 5 |
a voice so low | 5 |
that was the first | 5 |
came to him faintly | 5 |
went out of his | 5 |
with the glory of | 5 |
i came to the | 5 |
was sure of himself | 5 |
the top of a | 5 |
as soon as the | 5 |
he carried in his | 5 |
it was not more | 5 |
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as if they had | 5 |
gave a little cry | 5 |
was no longer in | 5 |
the truth came to | 5 |
had more than once | 5 |
the beginning of that | 5 |
he knew that at | 5 |
under the weight of | 5 |
the sound of her | 5 |
in a moment of | 5 |
in the darkness he | 5 |
the daughter of a | 5 |
peter shook his head | 5 |
which he had not | 5 |
the end of it | 5 |
far to the south | 5 |
the poise of her | 5 |
her eyes were wide | 5 |
on a level with | 5 |
he knew that she | 5 |
foot at a time | 5 |
down to the river | 5 |
the woman who was | 5 |
the tip of a | 5 |
that it had been | 5 |
he knew he was | 5 |
there was no need | 5 |
the spruce and cedar | 5 |
top of the ridge | 5 |
as if she were | 5 |
looked up into his | 5 |
knew that at last | 5 |
of life in the | 5 |
like a living thing | 5 |
then he looked at | 5 |
of the two men | 5 |
and in the end | 5 |
and he heard the | 5 |
not once did he | 5 |
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came a step nearer | 5 |
i am glad you | 5 |
his feet and looked | 5 |
back his head and | 5 |
or the next day | 5 |
during the next half | 5 |
wanted to cry out | 5 |
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back to lac bain | 5 |
the moon came up | 5 |
the mouth of a | 5 |
i would not have | 5 |
has any one seen | 5 |
she could not understand | 5 |
what he would do | 5 |
him out of the | 5 |
it was the voice | 5 |
it was not long | 5 |
the coolness of the | 5 |
could be but one | 5 |
in a little while | 5 |
that i could not | 5 |
at him in the | 5 |
middle of the floor | 5 |
at last he came | 5 |
and a second time | 5 |
and yet it was | 5 |
palm of his hand | 5 |
on the farther side | 5 |
at him from the | 5 |
what are you going | 5 |
for a space his | 5 |
i could hear the | 5 |
and came out of | 5 |
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to the table and | 5 |
that was in her | 5 |
her red lips were | 5 |
the roof of the | 5 |
i caught sight of | 5 |
into a kind of | 5 |
the mystery of the | 5 |
of the man he | 5 |
him for a moment | 5 |
that was in the | 5 |
rose to her feet | 5 |
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a second time he | 5 |
the cause of his | 5 |
in the same way | 5 |
which had lately been | 5 |
he was trying to | 5 |
that he had never | 5 |
after that he was | 5 |
in a few days | 5 |
the hand of the | 5 |
foot of the ridge | 5 |
out of her eyes | 5 |
which his father had | 5 |
the manner in which | 5 |
the bottom of his | 5 |
to the door and | 5 |
he was not only | 5 |
at the door he | 5 |
this could not be | 5 |
and his voice was | 5 |
could not see the | 5 |
as he would have | 5 |
under his breath he | 5 |
him in spite of | 5 |
lay between him and | 5 |
the life out of | 5 |
bow of the canoe | 5 |
been a part of | 5 |
and went to her | 5 |
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the foot of a | 5 |
the window of the | 5 |
he made out the | 5 |
it was she who | 5 |
the waters of the | 5 |
of the thing that | 5 |
white strip of sand | 5 |
one side of the | 5 |
in the north country | 5 |
honor of the big | 5 |
the stillness of the | 5 |
but i did not | 5 |
he was afraid of | 5 |
out of his throat | 5 |
in the afternoon of | 5 |
the depths of the | 5 |
it might have been | 5 |
he turned from the | 5 |
in a tone of | 5 |
he had made up | 5 |
the last glow of | 5 |
caught the scent of | 5 |
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turned up to the | 5 |
days at a time | 5 |
the duke of rugni | 5 |
change that had come | 5 |
held her in his | 5 |
at the tip of | 5 |
and after that he | 5 |
the back of the | 5 |
she was going to | 5 |
that filled him with | 5 |
was acquainted with the | 5 |
on all sides of | 5 |
and stood for a | 5 |
they had not gone | 5 |
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he was amazed at | 5 |
was in her eyes | 5 |
he wanted to cry | 5 |
long as he lived | 5 |
what he was saying | 5 |
the break in the | 5 |
all that had happened | 5 |
half an hour he | 5 |
a number of things | 5 |
was a pile of | 5 |
the walls of the | 5 |
for the hundredth time | 5 |
was no time to | 5 |
jean de gravois and | 5 |
i was about to | 5 |
up his mind to | 5 |
was in his face | 5 |
hundred yards up the | 5 |
the cabin on the | 5 |
a gust of wind | 5 |
he had left the | 5 |
that part of the | 5 |
of blood in his | 5 |
came from his lips | 5 |
stretched upon the ground | 5 |
as white as the | 5 |
of the middle finger | 5 |
a thousand miles of | 5 |
with him to the | 5 |
among the rocks and | 5 |
he wanted to shout | 5 |
the pounding of his | 5 |
you want me to | 5 |
there could be but | 5 |
of the river and | 5 |
in a few moments | 5 |
in his body was | 5 |
going to be a | 5 |
so near that he | 5 |
the body of the | 5 |
with one of his | 5 |
was only one way | 5 |
eyes were filled with | 5 |
with his head and | 5 |
and he could not | 5 |
at post lac bain | 5 |
after a time he | 5 |
of a few hours | 5 |
there would have been | 5 |
three or four hundred | 5 |
had seen in the | 5 |
tried to kill him | 5 |
she took his hand | 5 |
in the cabin and | 5 |
on the arm of | 5 |
the very heart of | 5 |
in the hope of | 5 |
when he came back | 5 |
from where he had | 5 |
lips and her eyes | 5 |
to the open door | 5 |
and it was not | 5 |
if there had been | 5 |
said in a voice | 5 |
bruce and metoosin were | 5 |
he picked up his | 5 |
in his arms again | 5 |
superintendent of n division | 5 |
what appeared to be | 5 |
has been a long | 5 |
as he continued to | 5 |
in which they had | 5 |
the first time that | 5 |
and more than once | 5 |
his eyes took in | 5 |
came at last to | 5 |
as if i had | 5 |
on the crown of | 5 |
the way in which | 5 |
were a part of | 5 |
and cedar and balsam | 5 |
be a long time | 5 |
the woman and the | 5 |
one of her hands | 5 |
in his eyes as | 5 |
he had found in | 5 |
did you ever see | 5 |
could no longer see | 5 |
was very close to | 5 |
the most beautiful thing | 5 |
it was too late | 5 |
when she saw the | 5 |
for this end i | 5 |
do you think i | 5 |
out on the barren | 5 |
quarters of an hour | 5 |
in the service of | 5 |
that i was a | 5 |
had gone back to | 5 |
to take advantage of | 5 |
that he could hear | 5 |
of a mile away | 5 |
in the moon glow | 5 |
a few yards away | 5 |
what he saw was | 5 |
to the mouth of | 5 |
he was compelled to | 5 |
within reach of him | 5 |
the eyes of a | 5 |
to the rear of | 5 |
saw that it was | 5 |
that i did not | 5 |
in her eyes was | 5 |
no doubt of that | 5 |
and i do not | 5 |
when he went to | 5 |
his knees beside the | 5 |
stillness of the night | 5 |
in the land of | 5 |
as if i were | 5 |
two or three hundred | 5 |
the lips of the | 5 |
in his face as | 5 |
the thrill of it | 5 |
a moment later he | 5 |
would have been the | 5 |
from the height of | 5 |
he said to himself | 5 |
with a suddenness that | 5 |
half an hour to | 5 |
father had taught him | 5 |
rose out of the | 5 |
he stared at her | 5 |
pierre and his people | 5 |
before there had been | 5 |
he spoke no word | 5 |
that black roger was | 5 |
fell upon his knees | 5 |
he made no sound | 5 |
the glory of the | 5 |
between her and the | 5 |
in the corner of | 5 |
had found in the | 5 |
one of them had | 5 |
cabin on the raft | 5 |
there was no answer | 5 |
for an hour he | 5 |
for the life of | 5 |
which she could not | 5 |
seen black roger audemard | 5 |
the time came when | 5 |
hour after that he | 5 |
she had given him | 5 |
he reached out and | 5 |
of the night and | 5 |
the warm thrill of | 5 |
the first time a | 5 |
i do not understand | 5 |
if you want to | 5 |
run away from him | 5 |
he shook his head | 5 |
to the side of | 5 |
if i were to | 5 |
the soul of a | 5 |
in his throat as | 5 |
he went to his | 5 |
was one of those | 5 |
that was like a | 5 |
back from the river | 5 |
jolly roger and nada | 5 |
with the rest of | 5 |
he saw it was | 4 |
was trying to tell | 4 |
the sun went down | 4 |
back was toward him | 4 |
three days and nights | 4 |
to the place where | 4 |
the blue in her | 4 |
opened the door and | 4 |
was a little girl | 4 |
at a time he | 4 |
round the end of | 4 |
yet he did not | 4 |
on the second day | 4 |
was not like the | 4 |
rose slowly to his | 4 |
it was the old | 4 |
the glare of the | 4 |
in the thick of | 4 |
this side of the | 4 |
voice came to him | 4 |
it was here that | 4 |
she did not look | 4 |
and then came the | 4 |
one to the other | 4 |
as he made his | 4 |
his eyes glowed with | 4 |
difficult for him to | 4 |
in the case of | 4 |
for a space she | 4 |
very near to the | 4 |
was gone from her | 4 |
we were on the | 4 |
on which he had | 4 |
but they could not | 4 |
he came through the | 4 |
between us and the | 4 |
what would you do | 4 |
in the snow and | 4 |
he was fighting for | 4 |
a moment in the | 4 |
woman and the child | 4 |
as he had never | 4 |
as they drew nearer | 4 |
of which she was | 4 |
she said in a | 4 |
in spite of that | 4 |
for the twentieth time | 4 |
on the crest of | 4 |
whimper in his throat | 4 |
between them and the | 4 |
and now it was | 4 |
which came to him | 4 |
she told him how | 4 |
and the other man | 4 |
the pale light of | 4 |
him with a strange | 4 |
him out on the | 4 |
with a bit of | 4 |
the beating of his | 4 |
along with her brother | 4 |
in his hand he | 4 |
in which thor had | 4 |
of the setting sun | 4 |
to the depth of | 4 |
he did not take | 4 |
he had first seen | 4 |
he led the way | 4 |
three times in the | 4 |
the man at the | 4 |
that he would never | 4 |
a space he stood | 4 |
close at his heels | 4 |
else in the world | 4 |
the weight of the | 4 |
with the utmost expedition | 4 |
after that jolly roger | 4 |
the service of the | 4 |
it was not in | 4 |
more than ever like | 4 |
he struck a match | 4 |
no attention to the | 4 |
to ascertain the truth | 4 |
his dogs and sledge | 4 |
just as she had | 4 |
the branches of the | 4 |
a great deal about | 4 |
over all other things | 4 |
he could see where | 4 |
at me with a | 4 |
with her two hands | 4 |
for many minutes he | 4 |
in response to it | 4 |
glow of the night | 4 |
he had been a | 4 |
gone a quarter of | 4 |
he had seen it | 4 |
and her lips were | 4 |
and marie antoinette and | 4 |
his lips when he | 4 |
been taken from the | 4 |
arms above his head | 4 |
dome of the earth | 4 |
the voices of the | 4 |
out her arms to | 4 |
but he had no | 4 |
in the cabin on | 4 |
in both his own | 4 |
i had no power | 4 |
there was only a | 4 |
a bit of the | 4 |
looked at each other | 4 |
he was fighting to | 4 |
he did not wait | 4 |
in so short a | 4 |
the course of his | 4 |
the beauty of her | 4 |
had the satisfaction of | 4 |
any one seen black | 4 |
the rest of mankind | 4 |
scarcely more than a | 4 |
he tried to speak | 4 |
not enable me to | 4 |
and in his eyes | 4 |
strained his ears to | 4 |
was in her face | 4 |
up on the barren | 4 |
i was willing to | 4 |
the two who were | 4 |
but in a moment | 4 |
his eyes were on | 4 |
place to live in | 4 |
the door of her | 4 |
told her that he | 4 |
she had brought from | 4 |
the wall of the | 4 |
hundred yards from the | 4 |
i pointed to the | 4 |
there was nothing in | 4 |
when he saw what | 4 |
the girl in the | 4 |
he stared into the | 4 |
him to come back | 4 |
in one of his | 4 |
he had promised to | 4 |
that her eyes were | 4 |
in and out among | 4 |
had built up for | 4 |
to the chateau boulain | 4 |
take his eyes from | 4 |
to the ground and | 4 |
reaching out to him | 4 |
light in the cabin | 4 |
hanging on the wall | 4 |
now and then a | 4 |
the scene of battle | 4 |
time he could not | 4 |
on his knees and | 4 |
for black roger audemard | 4 |
looked at him with | 4 |
and he would have | 4 |
foot of the coulee | 4 |
in the right direction | 4 |
between the cabin and | 4 |
he clenched his hands | 4 |
his mind worked swiftly | 4 |
the level of the | 4 |
her back to the | 4 |
he threw back his | 4 |
saw in her face | 4 |
in the wake of | 4 |
that lay between the | 4 |
did not see her | 4 |
the fate of my | 4 |
and sat down in | 4 |
as though they were | 4 |
in the spruce tops | 4 |
and for three days | 4 |
that it was an | 4 |
in his voice that | 4 |
had returned to the | 4 |
not for an instant | 4 |
close to the edge | 4 |
as the two men | 4 |
glow of the stars | 4 |
of the people of | 4 |
of the third day | 4 |
he reached out a | 4 |
buried his face in | 4 |
the sun was well | 4 |
returned to the settlement | 4 |
you must tell me | 4 |
with her back to | 4 |
with peter at his | 4 |
he made up his | 4 |
might as well have | 4 |
it was more than | 4 |
that she would not | 4 |
a space there was | 4 |
who rang the bell | 4 |
a long time the | 4 |
back in the forest | 4 |
and if he did | 4 |
of the far north | 4 |
which he had fought | 4 |
to cry out to | 4 |
threw back his head | 4 |
coming out of the | 4 |
he bowed his face | 4 |
eyes were looking at | 4 |
with a flash of | 4 |
rising from the chimney | 4 |
as much as he | 4 |
a few moments in | 4 |
he knew there was | 4 |
but it will be | 4 |
i did not tell | 4 |
then he heard the | 4 |
the top of his | 4 |
that was almost like | 4 |
no doubt but that | 4 |
that he was dead | 4 |
a sound came to | 4 |
pack and the rock | 4 |
was close to the | 4 |
with his back toward | 4 |
that for a space | 4 |
the sides of the | 4 |
put his arms about | 4 |
in his eagerness to | 4 |
people of five fingers | 4 |
where he had fallen | 4 |
to him that the | 4 |
on the ground and | 4 |
a corner of the | 4 |
a few yards down | 4 |
he picked up a | 4 |
close to the ground | 4 |
to the river bank | 4 |
hand in hand with | 4 |
she spoke to him | 4 |
in front of her | 4 |
with the speed of | 4 |
galen albret did not | 4 |
he did not speak | 4 |
not look at him | 4 |
thrust out his head | 4 |
knew it was not | 4 |
as he watched the | 4 |
sat down on the | 4 |
for a space there | 4 |
if he could only | 4 |
other man in the | 4 |
edge of the white | 4 |
and in a few | 4 |
the sun and the | 4 |
it was the last | 4 |
at the spot where | 4 |
he had left it | 4 |
was going to die | 4 |
a hundred and twenty | 4 |
he had told himself | 4 |
had no desire to | 4 |
he said to peter | 4 |
in his face which | 4 |
by the end of | 4 |
did not occur to | 4 |
he would come back | 4 |
none of the old | 4 |
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dropped upon his knees | 4 |
arms were about her | 4 |
as big as a | 4 |
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eyes of the girl | 4 |
edge of the spruce | 4 |
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the report of a | 4 |
the south and west | 4 |
door opened and closed | 4 |
until they came to | 4 |
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in the first place | 4 |
to the buffalo hunt | 4 |
own flesh and blood | 4 |
her faith in him | 4 |
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side of the mountain | 4 |
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the light of day | 4 |
the faint glow of | 4 |
what you have done | 4 |
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flesh and blood of | 4 |
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a gentleman of courage | 4 |
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trees and flowers and | 4 |
went to the cabin | 4 |
that there had been | 4 |
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he was no more | 4 |
at the prow of | 4 |
face between his two | 4 |
had he seen such | 4 |
came back to her | 4 |
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had gone out of | 4 |
against the log wall | 4 |
so that she could | 4 |
kill the man who | 4 |
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waiting for him to | 4 |
with him in his | 4 |
his ears to hear | 4 |
making an effort to | 4 |
you going to do | 4 |
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what happened after that | 4 |
the way to the | 4 |
on the night when | 4 |
and the glory of | 4 |
and that was all | 4 |
for a single instant | 4 |
the bits of paper | 4 |
report of a rifle | 4 |
and then he went | 4 |
but i had no | 4 |
put his hand on | 4 |
had not seen her | 4 |
the quickness of a | 4 |
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that had been in | 4 |
to go back to | 4 |
in the white sand | 4 |
smile on her lips | 4 |
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in the old way | 4 |
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her on her feet | 4 |
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the red and assiniboine | 4 |
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with her into the | 4 |
above all other things | 4 |
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taking advantage of the | 4 |
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the box of his | 4 |
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of the man in | 4 |
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was the only one | 4 |
the death of his | 4 |
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where it had been | 4 |
were wide open and | 4 |
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a hundred yards from | 4 |
to reflect upon the | 4 |
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his place in the | 4 |
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and he found it | 4 |
the swiftness of a | 4 |
of the provincial police | 4 |
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which i have already | 4 |
if he had been | 4 |
came back to the | 4 |
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muscles of his face | 4 |
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the ancient and honorable | 4 |
could hear the soft | 4 |
and as soon as | 4 |
he came a step | 4 |
had looked at him | 4 |
depths of the forest | 4 |
built up for himself | 4 |
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edge of the river | 4 |
the flesh and blood | 4 |
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and when he reached | 4 |
in his search for | 4 |
of the holy ghost | 4 |
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he looked at me | 4 |
he had never felt | 4 |
the touch of his | 4 |
a thousand miles away | 4 |
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now what do you | 4 |
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a little cry of | 4 |
run away from me | 4 |
pale light of the | 4 |
the lake and the | 4 |
heart of the fire | 4 |
with the flat of | 4 |
father had told him | 4 |
face to the wall | 4 |
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hundred yards above the | 4 |
years and years ago | 4 |
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part of the afternoon | 4 |
if he failed to | 4 |
of it in his | 4 |
with the glow of | 4 |
the strange snowshoe trail | 4 |
in the lives of | 4 |
he had come back | 4 |
if he had come | 4 |
i knew not what | 4 |
of the great company | 4 |
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darkness of the night | 4 |
about him when he | 4 |
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nada and the missioner | 4 |
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the truth of what | 4 |
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because of what he | 4 |
it was aleck curry | 4 |
into the water and | 4 |
there was no danger | 4 |
back of his head | 4 |
in the deep forest | 4 |
not much more than | 4 |
now that he had | 4 |
and i found myself | 4 |
his breath as he | 4 |
one seen black roger | 4 |
ringing of the bell | 4 |
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that he saw the | 4 |
the horror of the | 4 |
in the act of | 4 |
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to do with the | 4 |
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her long hair streaming | 4 |
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the light of a | 4 |
face of the moon | 4 |
glow of her eyes | 4 |
music in the skies | 4 |
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that i had not | 4 |
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his one good eye | 4 |
her close to him | 4 |
the blood in his | 4 |
the top of her | 4 |
in the life of | 4 |
if he could have | 4 |
and the broken man | 4 |
johnson and his wolves | 4 |
the song of birds | 4 |
seemed to peter that | 4 |
looking down into the | 4 |
he had not spoken | 4 |
came to her lips | 4 |
the hollow of his | 4 |
little child shall lead | 4 |
what might have been | 4 |
out of the cabin | 4 |
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a few yards of | 4 |
came up from the | 4 |
when it came to | 4 |
the pale glow of | 4 |
one of the most | 4 |
the people of five | 4 |
from the table and | 4 |
when he came out | 4 |
the direction of his | 4 |
an hour after he | 4 |
and looked at his | 4 |
the freedom of the | 4 |
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it was requisite to | 4 |
the strings of his | 4 |
a dozen paces ahead | 4 |
look in his eyes | 4 |
what i have written | 4 |
to be a part | 4 |
shining in her eyes | 4 |
on the table and | 4 |
and it may be | 4 |
as he did this | 4 |
i am sure i | 4 |
i can tell you | 4 |
john cummins and jan | 4 |
occurred to me that | 4 |
could not think of | 4 |
and as he went | 4 |
she was like a | 4 |
in the room below | 4 |
of which i had | 4 |
them from out of | 4 |
as she turned her | 4 |
it was very still | 4 |
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toward the edge of | 4 |
the flat of his | 4 |
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a movement as if | 4 |
to the man who | 4 |
would come to him | 4 |
the trail of a | 4 |
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the roar of the | 4 |
now and then he | 4 |
blue in her eyes | 4 |
have nothing to do | 4 |
for the man who | 4 |
in the afternoon he | 4 |
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to the presence of | 4 |
height of land to | 4 |
he did not sleep | 4 |
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megaphone of his hands | 4 |
for the return of | 4 |
james oliver curwood author | 4 |
which he carried in | 4 |
i do not want | 4 |
him for a few | 4 |
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thought that he was | 4 |
him to his feet | 4 |
when there was no | 4 |
i was obliged to | 4 |
the setting of the | 4 |
a dozen feet away | 4 |
in which i was | 4 |
that at last they | 4 |
was almost a sob | 4 |
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she was ready to | 4 |
to take la longue | 4 |
he came out of | 4 |
the look of a | 4 |
sat on his haunches | 4 |
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a change in the | 4 |
and made no effort | 4 |
that could not be | 4 |
and the warmth of | 4 |
the reverend archibald crane | 4 |
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had told him the | 4 |
his shoulder to the | 4 |
the nature of the | 4 |
face in his hands | 4 |
more than he had | 4 |
a little to one | 4 |
out of the tent | 4 |
him back from the | 4 |
the death of the | 4 |
if she had been | 4 |
he saw again the | 4 |
and at last the | 4 |
an effort to rise | 4 |
then he began to | 4 |
for peter and his | 4 |
nearly as he could | 4 |
he opened the door | 4 |
they made their way | 4 |
the door of his | 4 |
at the door and | 4 |
a strange sort of | 4 |
it was i who | 4 |
my uncle jack mackenzie | 4 |
tried to kill you | 4 |
came down from the | 4 |
came back with the | 4 |
to get his breath | 4 |
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and he felt the | 4 |
look in her face | 4 |
was less than a | 4 |
the man she loved | 4 |
the distance of a | 4 |
that he wanted to | 4 |
on that other day | 4 |
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in his power to | 4 |
him in the dusk | 4 |
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to look at her | 4 |
in the passing of | 4 |
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more and more frequently | 4 |
held out a hand | 4 |
the door to the | 4 |
he heard no sound | 4 |
he took one of | 4 |
the confusion of my | 4 |
the sun was setting | 4 |
smoke was rising from | 4 |
it will be easy | 4 |
for two or three | 4 |
he had dragged himself | 4 |
smile came to his | 4 |
a hollow in the | 4 |
miriam and the child | 4 |
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to put an end | 4 |
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into the making of | 4 |
the superintendent of n | 4 |
and his heart beat | 4 |
the warmth of her | 4 |
it occurred to him | 4 |
in a moment they | 4 |
to which i was | 4 |
reached out a hand | 4 |
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a thousand miles from | 4 |
her cheeks as she | 4 |
his lips as he | 4 |
with the strength of | 4 |
i tell you that | 4 |
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out his head and | 4 |
he found himself in | 4 |
he could not hear | 4 |
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was possible that he | 4 |
and he tried to | 4 |
the desire to kill | 4 |
at the cabin door | 4 |
a number of times | 4 |
she told him of | 4 |
in which it was | 4 |
of the river bank | 4 |
box of his violin | 4 |
and what he saw | 4 |
in an instant he | 4 |
bram johnson and his | 4 |
there was no wind | 4 |
as one of the | 4 |
was followed by a | 4 |
the end of my | 4 |
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he was a splendid | 4 |
she had seen him | 4 |
yellow bird and her | 4 |
or three hundred yards | 4 |
she raised her head | 4 |
out into the open | 4 |
color in her cheeks | 4 |
time in which to | 4 |
her face between his | 4 |
voice so low and | 4 |
near that he could | 4 |
that he would have | 4 |
little to one side | 4 |
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on the right hand | 4 |
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the course of my | 4 |
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of land to the | 4 |
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for him in the | 4 |
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arms out to the | 4 |
he held his breath | 4 |
did you ever hear | 4 |
to him from out | 4 |
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had never seen anything | 4 |
which i had lately | 4 |
he believed he had | 4 |
was not much more | 4 |
with my own eyes | 4 |
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all other things in | 4 |
the ringing of the | 4 |
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the door behind him | 4 |
the life of a | 4 |
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from where they stood | 4 |
going to make a | 4 |
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child shall lead them | 4 |
cummins and jan thoreau | 4 |
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was sure he could | 4 |
one end of the | 4 |
a few moments they | 4 |
was left of the | 4 |
by way of the | 4 |
shawl over her head | 4 |
brow of the hill | 4 |
on which i was | 4 |
to rest for a | 4 |
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his eyes rested upon | 4 |
was in the cabin | 4 |
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what had become of | 4 |
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in this hour when | 4 |
a dozen times in | 4 |
i went to the | 4 |
he heard the door | 4 |
she pointed to the | 4 |
to him through the | 4 |
he had reached the | 4 |
he was more than | 4 |
she was a little | 4 |
two or three days | 4 |
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a knowledge of his | 4 |
had taken the place | 4 |
as long as i | 4 |
something in his face | 4 |
out into the day | 4 |
come to tell you | 4 |
and he knew what | 4 |
it will be a | 4 |
the man on the | 4 |
for a moment on | 4 |
was only a little | 4 |
where he had made | 4 |
as if he could | 4 |
at last he had | 4 |
ran back to the | 4 |
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his face and eyes | 4 |
like that of the | 4 |
a few hours before | 4 |
and her eyes and | 4 |
went out of the | 4 |
was the sort of | 4 |
had passed since then | 4 |
what it was that | 4 |
it was a moment | 4 |
of the buffalo hunt | 4 |
he closed the door | 4 |
and out among the | 4 |
she had been in | 4 |
for a quarter of | 4 |
trying to tell him | 4 |
shadow of the cabin | 4 |
was ahead of him | 4 |
the shock of it | 4 |
back in the cabin | 4 |
he had heard it | 4 |
at the present moment | 4 |
the testimony of my | 4 |
yards down the slope | 4 |
peter had come to | 4 |
that led to the | 4 |
that fool of a | 4 |
i am jan thoreau | 4 |
which i had not | 4 |
in his eyes which | 4 |
the revolver in his | 4 |
which he did not | 4 |
the muzzle of his | 4 |
all at once he | 4 |
and a little at | 4 |
he told her that | 4 |
most beautiful thing in | 4 |
effort he had made | 4 |
him up to the | 4 |
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made his way toward | 4 |
a little while before | 4 |
around the edge of | 4 |
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that for a moment | 4 |
on both sides of | 4 |
to the little cabin | 4 |
as in the days | 4 |
a long time there | 4 |
a few days ago | 4 |
there must have been | 4 |
his love for the | 4 |
why did you come | 4 |
the trail of the | 4 |
going to do with | 4 |
i do not like | 4 |
a new kind of | 4 |
going to give you | 4 |
to the window and | 4 |
slowly to his feet | 4 |
edge of the cliff | 4 |
no longer afraid of | 4 |
one after another the | 4 |
as nearly as he | 4 |
four walls of the | 4 |
and i want to | 4 |
out her hand to | 4 |
thought of what he | 4 |
all about him was | 4 |
he built himself a | 4 |
before the sun was | 4 |
there was no response | 4 |
of his hands and | 4 |
as motionless as a | 4 |
a hundred times he | 4 |
he began to see | 4 |
blood in his body | 4 |
and her hair was | 4 |
turned up to him | 4 |
the love of god | 4 |
i tell you it | 4 |
is going to be | 4 |
had come to her | 4 |
there were at least | 4 |
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he was not looking | 4 |
there was no movement | 4 |
his eyes and ears | 4 |
her lips were parted | 4 |
to the point of | 4 |
jolly roger saw a | 4 |
like a dead man | 4 |
was rising from the | 4 |
saw that she was | 4 |
beautiful thing in the | 4 |
i am philip raine | 4 |
that seemed to come | 4 |
coils of her hair | 4 |
and in the morning | 4 |
first impulse was to | 4 |
soon as i had | 4 |
up into his face | 4 |
that i had made | 4 |
about him as he | 4 |
he held out the | 4 |
it seems to me | 4 |
not more than a | 4 |
hard for him to | 4 |
a mile farther on | 4 |
in the little cabin | 4 |
out of the west | 4 |
it seemed to her | 4 |
he no longer had | 4 |
the door closed behind | 4 |
him as he went | 4 |
be a part of | 4 |
above the top of | 4 |
the corners of his | 4 |
myself on the ground | 4 |
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from the sledge and | 4 |
a little child shall | 4 |
she wanted him to | 4 |
was only a few | 4 |
had no inclination to | 4 |
in this state of | 4 |
had it not been | 4 |
with a mighty effort | 4 |
and peter heard the | 4 |
in spite of her | 4 |
of beard on his | 4 |
in her cheeks as | 4 |
reach of his hands | 4 |
he stumbled and fell | 4 |
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he went to bed | 4 |
the cry of a | 4 |
the prow of the | 4 |
to rise up in | 4 |
was at the door | 4 |
the air he breathed | 4 |
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he came at last | 4 |
that it was like | 4 |
taken the place of | 4 |
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now at an end | 4 |
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