He went inside when he saw me and came downstairs disgusted.

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

She liked it very much that he didn’t look like a blacksmith.

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

As he walked back along the halls he thought of Ag in his bed.

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

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

In spite of Hungary, he believed altogether in the world revolution.

He was very eager to walk over the pass while the weather held good.

They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion.

Before he went back to the front they went into the Duomo and prayed.

I grabbed his arm and he pulled loose and said, “Oh, leave me alone.”

He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.

“Yes,” Maera said, “and who will kill his bulls after he gets cogida?”

Ag wrote him many letters that he never got until after the armistice.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

She hoped he would have a great career, and believed in him absolutely.

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

He liked her face because it was so jolly but he never thought about her.

“I’ve got a nice place here,” he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.

Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

He stopped stiff and one of the monos held his bridle and walked him forward.

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

In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles.

They tried to hold him up against the wall but he sat down in a puddle of water.

He lived upstairs above the blacksmith shop and took his meals at A. J. Smith’s.

“Plastiras is a very good man, I believe,” he said, “but frightfully difficult.”

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.

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

After the armistice they agreed he should go home to get a job so they might be married.

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

Into the water left in the kettle he put several things he unwrapped from a handkerchief.

He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another.

He thanked me very much, but his mind was already looking forward to walking over the pass.

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

He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened.

When they fired the first volley he was sitting down in the water with his head on his knees.

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed.

The revolutionary committee, he told me, would not allow him to go outside the palace grounds.

He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on.

He talked about the shop to A. J. Smith and about the Republican Party and about James G. Blaine.

After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner.

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Ag would not have to get up from the bed.

Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and he sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through.

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

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.