Then he began to cry.

He began to think about just what he would do.

In a short time the friends began to drift back to Paris.

He thought about France and then he began to think about Germany.

It wasn’t very funny and it wasn’t very good, and it began to get to Jack.

Around the edges the buckwheat cake began to firm, then brown, then crisp.

His shoes, stretched out on the hearth, began to steam in front of the fire.

They began to bubble, making little bubbles that rose with difficulty to the surface.

I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice.

On the left, where the meadow ended and the woods began, a great elm tree was uprooted.

He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose⁠—

The shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves.

“You ought to live in California⁠—” began Miss Baker, but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair.

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.

The horse’s entrails hung down in a blue bunch and swung backward and forward as he began to canter, the monos whacking him on the back of his legs with the rods.

Everybody was looking funny and saying “Kzar” in sort of a sick way and them pounding nearer down the stretch, and then something came out of the pack right into my glasses like a horse-headed yellow streak and everybody began to yell “Kzar” as though they were crazy.