What is "bardwell"

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Winch and Hawley Bardwell assumed the stance he had been drilled in and then redrilled in, and redrilled in.

With the first pain of that, Bardwell had his second stroke right into the joint, and that was the beginning.

He had to share him, but he knew it was his blow that started it and when they left the guy squirming on the floor, that cold floor, pinned by the pain in his own joints, Bardwell knew football, karate, even three years boxing professionally, was like 3.

Winch promised him his own kill, personal, nobody else to share, Hawley Bardwell almost fell down and kissed his instructor's feet.

No matter how tempting so far, Hawley Bardwell, six-feet-four of hard knotted muscle and chilling blue eyes and a face that looked as if it were hacked out of a stone wall, kept his hands to their purposes assigned by Mr.

Winch," said Bardwell to the shorter man who met him in a shimmering green kimono.

Winch to Hawley Bardwell who stood with arm outstretched as if shaking hands with someone he didn't wish to get close to.

He outlined a plan under which, if Hawley Bardwell followed it faithfully, he would not only have his man but $15,000 as well.

But the steps went on also, and when they were a good hundred feet down the alley, Bardwell eased himself into the alcove behind the door and, with a relieving click, shut the door between himself and the outside.

He had his thick-fingered hands over his cards, his sludgy gray eyes glancing from Bardwell to the man on his left, whose cards were tilted forward, an absent-minded exposure obviously caused by Bard well's entrance.

The eyes blinked, the head lowered, and Bardwell flipped the unconscious man across the room and charged into a man backpedaling away, holding his cards in front of his face and wincing.

As funny as the fan of cards seemed, they obstructed a solid stroke and Bardwell would not risk his flesh against the celluloid edges.

The burly comptroller was across the table swinging at Bardwell from his knees, planted on the pile of chips, and this gave Bardwell his shoulder stroke.

He went toes centered into the sanchin-dachi and Bardwell got his second shoulder shot this time with even more help from the blocking elbow.

The senior vice president spun as if he were on a cord, and Bardwell moved back into the man, who now cringed in the corner.