The log moved in the sand.

I’m absolutely in training.

We were in a garden in Mons.

He had been hit in the spine.

We’ll know in a little while.

Little waves came in with it.

Dick said something in Ojibway.

You will if you stay in the East.

In the upper bunk was her husband.

The log was just awash in the lake.

The king was working in the garden.

Nick trailed his hand in the water.

It slid off, thinning in the water.

There were chimney swifts in the sky.

He loved the mountains in the autumn.

Nick put the basin out in the kitchen.

Manuel went in, carrying his suitcase.

Nick sat there, his head in his hands.

“Put it right in,” Dick Boulton shouted.

Things were getting forward in the town.

She was cool and fresh in the hot night.

The perch swam in the water in the pail.

“Who’s there?” said someone in the office.

There were pools of water in the courtyard.

Give me the book, I’ll put it in my pocket.

The open razor lay edge up in the blankets.

They were still in their wrappers unopened.

He reads deep books with long words in them.

A bass jumped, making a circle in the water.

“Better get one,” said a man in a derby hat.

Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark.

Jim and Charley were still in the front room.

I spoke to him about the Mantegnas in Milano.

It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.

It was cool in the woods even on such a hot day.

An old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp.

The two men smiled when Jim came in with the jug.

In the old days Hortons Bay was a lumbering town.

The bull looking at him straight in front, hating.

In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.

The prisoners had been brought in for the hanging.

She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt.

Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat.

What she is going through is called being in labor.

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

“But how is the movement going in Italy?” he asked.

When he started to kill it was all in the same rush.

“You live in West Egg,” she remarked contemptuously.

Rinaldi lay still in the sun, breathing with difficulty.

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