The bull could not make up his mind to charge.

He and Ag could hear them below on the balcony.

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

Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

Ag would not come home until he had a good job and could come to New York to meet her.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

From Smith’s back door Liz could see ore barges way out in the lake going toward Boyne City.

Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

One hot evening in Milan they carried him up onto the roof and he could look out over the top of the town.

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym.

Before I could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.

Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body⁠—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat.

If it happened right down close in front of you, you could see Villalta snarl at the bull and curse him, and when the bull charged he swung back firmly like an oak when the wind hits it, his legs tight together, the muleta trailing and the sword following the curve behind.