That was a way she had.

We had a good trip together.

He had been hit in the spine.

Someone had the bull by the tail.

He had to stop and wash his hands.

He had changed since his New Haven years.

Horthy’s men had done some bad things to him.

The prisoners had been brought in for the hanging.

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

All the old women in the camp had been helping her.

The guards who had been holding him up dropped him.

The last I heard of him the Swiss had him in jail near Sion.

He had cut his foot very badly with an ax three days before.

He had been like that since about four o’clock in the morning.

He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures.

And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides.

He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.

If Kerensky had shot a few men things might have been altogether different.

He had no money, and they fed him behind the counter in railway eating houses.

It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.

The doctor came running from the corral, where he had been sewing up picador horses.

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

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden.

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

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.

Liz had good legs and always wore clean gingham aprons and Jim noticed that her hair was always neat behind.

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

Nick sat against the wall of the church where they had dragged him to be clear of machine gun fire in the street.

When they had to say goodbye, in the station at Milan, they kissed goodbye, but were not finished with the quarrel.

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

The pink wall of the house opposite had fallen out from the roof, and an iron bedstead hung twisted toward the street.

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.

There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked⁠—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

“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.

Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

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.

At this point Miss Baker said: “Absolutely!” with such suddenness that I started⁠—it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room.

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t hardly get the sword in.

We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton.

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.

Living in the muddy, rainy town in the winter, the major of the battalion made love to Ag, and she had never known Italians before, and finally wrote to the States that theirs had been only a boy and girl affair.

At any rate, Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again⁠—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.

My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires⁠—all for eighty dollars a month.