No end and no beginning.

And he never told anybody.

His face was sweaty and dirty.

Only to get a job and be married.

Maera saw him and then I saw him.

He had to stop and wash his hands.

I am, and you are, and you are, and⁠—

“Retana,” he said and banged the door.

You and me we’ve made a separate peace.

She was cool and fresh in the hot night.

And as I walked on I was lonely no longer.

He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding.

We all looked⁠—the knuckle was black and blue.

He was a Magyar, a very nice boy and very shy.

He and Ag could hear them below on the balcony.

Nick turned his head and looked down at Rinaldi.

He turned me around again, politely and abruptly.

He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door.

They came around a bend and a dog came out barking.

It was early September and the country was pleasant.

The others went down and took the bottles with them.

The baby wants to be born and she wants it to be born.

Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.

Villalta became one with the bull and then it was over.

We waited till he got one leg over and then potted him.

After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out.

Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

The blacksmith shop was painted red and faced the school.

Two soldiers carried him downstairs and out into the rain.

There was farming country and timber each way up the road.

It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying.

Maera wanted to say something and found he could not talk.

There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it.

She liked it how much A. J. Smith and Mrs. Smith liked Jim.

He went inside when he saw me and came downstairs disgusted.

They were swearing at him and flopping the cape in his face.

Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts through the mud.

And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.

They rushed it, and officers came out alone and worked on it.

Something in the door clicked several times and it swung open.

They tried to get over it, and we potted them from forty yards.

He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures.

I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides.

The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side.

I grabbed his arm and he pulled loose and said, “Oh, leave me alone.”

Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it?

Boyle shot one off the seat of the wagon and one out of the wagonbox.

Before he went back to the front they went into the Duomo and prayed.

They laid Maera down on a cot and one of the men went for the doctor.