It ached already.

Already there was something mysterious and homelike.

The hoppers were already jumping stiffly in the grass.

George was already started up the road, his skis on his shoulder.

He thanked me very much, but his mind was already looking forward to walking over the pass.

He was going to bring it out in Boston, and had already sent his check to, and made a contract with, a publisher.

But they lived in such a complicated world of already defined alliances and shifting feuds that Krebs did not feel the energy or the courage to break into it.

He had already, since he had mounted, sitting in the half-dark in the big, quilted saddle, waiting for the paseo, pic-ed through the whole corrida in his mind.

Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red petrol-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard.

The picador’s lance slid along his back, and as the shock of the charge lifted the horse, the picador was already halfway out of the saddle, lifting his right leg clear as he missed with the lance and falling to the left side to keep the horse between him and the bull.