1 John Thornton compressed his lips.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 2 John Thornton and Buck looked at each other.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 3 "And they told you true," John Thornton answered.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 4 Mercedes dried her eyes and looked at John Thornton.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 5 "You poor devil," said John Thornton, and Buck licked his hand.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 6 They seemed to share the kindliness and largeness of John Thornton.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 7 Several times Thornton started, as though to speak, but changed his mind.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 8 Thornton rapped Hal's knuckles with the axe-handle, knocking the knife to the ground.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 9 Thornton stood between him and Buck, and evinced no intention of getting out of the way.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 10 John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling to control himself, too convulsed with rage to speak.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 11 John Thornton was whittling the last touches on an axe-handle he had made from a stick of birch.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 12 As Buck watched them, Thornton knelt beside him and with rough, kindly hands searched for broken bones.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 13 And then, suddenly, without warning, uttering a cry that was inarticulate and more like the cry of an animal, John Thornton sprang upon the man who wielded the club.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 14 Regularly, each morning after he had finished his breakfast, she performed her self-appointed task, till he came to look for her ministrations as much as he did for Thornton's.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 15 With the dogs falling, Mercedes weeping and riding, Hal swearing innocuously, and Charles's eyes wistfully watering, they staggered into John Thornton's camp at the mouth of White River.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter V. The Toil of Trace and Trail 16 When John Thornton froze his feet in the previous December his partners had made him comfortable and left him to get well, going on themselves up the river to get out a raft of saw-logs for Dawson.
The Call of the Wild By Jack LondonContextHighlight In Chapter VI. For the Love of a Man 17 "They told us up above that the bottom was dropping out of the trail and that the best thing for us to do was to lay over," Hal said in response to Thornton's warning to take no more chances on the rotten ice.
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