Go away for a while.

We talked for a long time.

He lay there for a long time.

She knew it was for the best.

Liz Coates worked for Smith’s.

I’ll push the boat off for you.

Nick held the basin for his father.

Ag stayed on night duty for three months.

His curiosity has been gone for a long time.

“I think I’ll go for a walk,” the doctor said.

We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.

“What are you doing that for?” asked the doctor.

A. J. Smith sent for glasses and Liz brought them.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

The prisoners had been brought in for the hanging.

“I don’t know,” Nick said, getting wood for a fire.

“That’s one for the medical journal, George,” he said.

“Nothing like it this time of year for what ails you.”

The men washed up and waited in the front room for supper.

When they’re not they make a lot of trouble for everybody.

The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road.

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

It’ll be all right for bait but it’s better with the ventral fin in.

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

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

He didn’t listen to me, he was listening so hard for the music to start.

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades.

Marjorie sat on the blanket with her back to the fire and waited for Nick.

Liz and Mrs. Smith were cooking for four days for them before they started.

If no one came for them they would be left to waterlog and rot on the beach.

They were trolling on their way to the point to set night lines for rainbow trout.

“I’m stiff,” she complained, “I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.”

He rowed the boat around to troll past both the feeding fish, then headed it for the point.

That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a⁠—

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

Jim held her tight hard against the chair and she wanted it now and Jim whispered, “Come on for a walk.”

When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

But the lumbermen might never come for them because a few logs were not worth the price of a crew to gather them.

They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates.

There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.

This increased Cohn’s distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people.