“Any time,” I said.

They don’t talk any.

There isn’t any idea.

No, I don’t want any.

We didn’t do any work.

You ain’t got any idea.

There wasn’t any answer.

Have you got any liquor?

That wouldn’t do any good.

No, he hasn’t got any con.

That don’t do them any good.

It don’t do my girls any good.

I wouldn’t mind bird-shot any.

He didn’t like it any, though.

I don’t like any of it at all.

Nothing had eaten any breakfast.

Well, I couldn’t feel any worse.

Nobody was paying any attention.

I didn’t have any right to ask you.

“I don’t feel any way,” the girl said.

The peasant did not pay any attention.

That night Jack didn’t sleep any either.

“They don’t take any chances, those two.”

Who the hell is going to make any trouble?

It’s a thing I haven’t taken any interest in.

Stretcher bearers would be along any time now.

No one in the place paid any attention to him.

He never had any trouble making weight, did he?

No, I didn’t take any interest in it, Lootenant.

“No. I haven’t any anaesthetic,” his father said.

I’m not paying for any cuadrilla out of sixty duros.

“I can give you any kind of sandwiches,” George said.

Maybe there was not any place for the sword to go in.

“There aren’t any bullfighters any more,” Retana said.

“He’d be better not to do any work at all,” Hogan said.

Jack didn’t make any move, so I gave the boy a quarter.

You aren’t making me any money in Philadelphia, are you?

When they seen him go up there they didn’t want any of it.

“You don’t think Jack’s in any shape, do you?” Hogan asked.

Jack is always calm in close and he doesn’t waste any juice.

The major did not marry her in the spring, or any other time.

“You know,” he says, “you ain’t got any idea how I miss the wife.”

Jack wasn’t sore; that is, he wasn’t any sorer than he always was.

“With me now,” Jack said, “it don’t make any difference where I am.”

We talked like that for a while, and then abruptly we weren’t talking any longer.

Almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.

Amiens, up country and that sort of thing, but he didn’t seem to get any engagement.

“Well,” he said, “it don’t do you any good and I suppose you get so you don’t miss it.”

Zurito, sitting his horse, walking him toward the scene, not missing any detail, scowled.

He’d move around fast enough in the ring if he had to, but he wasn’t any too fast on the road.