Oh, go away, Bill!

Go away for a while.

The cook turned away.

His hand came away wet.

Only a short charge away.

I took her away, of course.

But they haven’t taken it away.

They had cut away all his shirt.

They were cutting away his shirt.

“I been away a long time,” I said.

The coffee-boy looked away, embarrassed.

Jack was putting away a pretty good lunch.

All the piles of lumber were carried away.

Far away, beyond the river, were mountains.

Nick turned his head away, smiling sweatily.

And once they take it away, you never get it back.

None of these guys are going to send you away, though.

And you give away a lot of things free too, don’t you?

Then he turned away and walked up the hill to the cottage.

He was looking away so as not to see what his father was doing.

Jack says and skips away down the floor, slapping the rope hard.

Hopkins gave away his .22 caliber Colt automatic pistol to Nick.

The girl came in with some ham and eggs and took away the grapefruit.

Far away in Paris, Mascart had knocked Danny Frush cuckoo in the second round.

Below were the hills with oak and chestnut trees, and far away below was the sea.

It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides.

Before Krebs went away to the war he had never been allowed to drive the family motor car.

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

Manuel looked down at the picador’s enormous hands folding the paper to put away in his pocket.

Retana was still considering him, leaning back in his chair, considering him from a long way away.

Manuel swung the cape under his muzzle with one hand, to show the bull was fixed, and walked away.

He tossed the grasshopper up into the air and watched him sail away to a charcoal stump across the road.

It went away slowly, the feeling of disappointment that came sharply after the thrill that made his shoulders ache.

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl.

He had waved the waiter away and sat reading the paper and occasionally looking down at Manuel, asleep, his head on the table.

She must have seen something of this in my expression, for she turned abruptly away and ran up the porch steps into the house.

One time when my father was away on a hunting trip she made a good thorough cleaning out in the basement and burned everything that should not have been there.

After the funeral everyone sat in the cafés out of the rain, and many colored pictures of Maera were sold to men who rolled them up and put them away in their pockets.

She was got up to the best of her ability as a siren, more popularly a “vamp”⁠—a picker up and thrower away of men, an unscrupulous and fundamentally unmoved toyer with affections.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

The horse, lifted and gored, crashed over with the bull driving into him, the picador gave a shove with his boots against the horse and lay clear, waiting to be lifted and hauled away and put on his feet.

I had a dog⁠—at least I had him for a few days until he ran away⁠—and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.

My old man sat there and sort of smiled at me, but his face was white and he looked sick as hell and I was scared and felt sick inside because I knew something had happened and I didn’t see how anybody could call my old man a son of a b⁠⸺, and get away with it.

His family were enormously wealthy⁠—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach⁠—but now he’d left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance, he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest.

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.