He looked at her back.

Nick looked at her fish.

He looked on at her back.

I enjoyed looking at her.

They were glad to let her.

Haven’t you ever seen her?

Well, you ought to see her.

Her husband did not answer.

Liz looked down at her book.

Her head was turned to one side.

Liking that made her feel funny.

He didn’t seem to notice her much.

But her screams are not important.

In the upper bunk was her husband.

Her host looked at her incredulously.

She snapped them out with her fingers.

She sat there with her back toward him.

She had to have it but it frightened her.

Mrs. Smith kissed Alonzo and he hugged her.

She was quiet now and her eyes were closed.

All her muscles are trying to get the baby born.

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

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

He heard his wife catch her breath when the door slammed.

Jim had her dress up and was trying to do something to her.

“Sorry,” he said, outside her window with the blinds drawn.

“Your mother wants you to come and see her,” the doctor said.

The major did not marry her in the spring, or any other time.

Liz took off her coat and leaned over and covered him with it.

“You musn’t,” Neither Jim nor Jim’s big hand paid any attention to her.

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

He came over and sat down beside her on the blanket.

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

“Should I let it drop?” Marjorie called back, holding the line in her hand.

Her breasts felt plump and firm and the nipples were erect under his hands.

Liz took her coat off the peg on the kitchen wall and they went out the door.

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

“Oh, Daddy, can’t you give her something to make her stop screaming?” asked Nick.

“Well, these books are all scientific,” insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently.

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

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

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

There was a woman having a kid with a young girl holding a blanket over her and crying.

Then the hand that felt so big in her lap went away and was on her leg and started to move up it.

On the train from Padua to Milan they quarreled about her not being willing to come home at once.

Liz was terribly frightened, no one had ever touched her, but she thought, “He’s come to me finally.”

One of Jim’s hands went inside her dress and stroked over her breast and the other hand was in her lap.

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

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

The hemlock planks of the dock were hard and splintery and cold and Jim was heavy on her and he had hurt her.