Called again.

Take ahold again.

Joe laughed again.

I’ll try it again.

She stopped again.

Then he moved again.

He would know him again.

He sat down again, coughing.

He might never see her again.

He was on the defensive again.

He was on the offensive again.

The priest looked at her again.

You might get back into it again.

Manuel offered him the cape again.

We won’t ever speak about it again.

He went out into the kitchen again.

They climbed back in the wagon again.

Nick lay down again under the blankets.

The waiter came and went and came again.

“I hate to start them again,” Nick said.

Again a sort of apology arose to my lips.

He pulled the sheet up over his face again.

They would never suck him in that way again.

I’ll never travel on a rapide again at night.

You will play football again like a champion.

After breakfast we were out on the porch again.

He turned me around again, politely and abruptly.

The bull stood, heavy and dull again after the action.

“Go on,” he said, “before your number gets dirty again.”

I heard him listening, so I moved again in the blankets.

You will be able to play football again better than ever.

They talked again and then the innkeeper came over to our table.

Pa was down into the road and back up again before I seen a thing.

Manuel was facing the bull again, the muleta held low and to the left.

If you call me Doc once again, I’ll knock your eye teeth down your throat.

Then I would start there and remember this way again, until I reached the war.

He pushed the magazine full of the heavy yellow shells and pumped them out again.

Manuel, running again toward the bull, wiped his bloody face with his handkerchief.

After supper they went into the front room again and Liz cleaned off with Mrs. Smith.

As soon as he was gone the innkeeper came into the room again and spoke to the sexton.

The big thing was that Marjorie was gone and that probably he would never see her again.

Then the music started again and he jumped up and twisted away from me and started dancing.

As he came running toward the bull, fixed again now, he passed Hernandez standing with his cape.

After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again.

The old woman at the table in the back of the room spoke to them and they sat down again with her.

Again there was the shock and he felt himself being borne back in a rush, to strike hard on the sand.

We’d go along fast for three minutes and then walk a minute, and then go fast for three minutes again.

But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and you’ll like it?

As if his absence quickened something within her, Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing.

As he watched them they changed their positions by quick angles, only to hold steady in the fast water again.