Two years ago this fall.

That was a long time ago.

That was a long time ago on the Black River.

“How long ago did you leave Vevey?” asked my wife.

He went through here ’bout an hour and a half ago.

Nick had paid eight dollars for it a long time ago.

It had killed his brother, the promising one, about nine years ago.

But this was a long time ago, and then we did not any of us know how it was going to be afterward.