It rained hard.

It is dangerous.

It was very jolly.

It was going well.

It will be observed.

It was Gatsby’s mansion.

It was simply priceless.

It was cold on the water.

It was absolutely topping.

Scared sick looking at it.

But it seemed to fit Cohn.

He talked about it a little.

He felt it through the door.

It was a frightfully hot day.

She knew it was for the best.

She liked it about his mustache.

“But it will go better,” he said.

It was funny going along that road.

It belonged to Demaine, the oil man.

“Look!” she complained; “I hurt it.”

It was a beautiful country, he said.

It rained all through the evacuation.

It was an absolutely perfect obstacle.

“You did it, Tom,” she said accusingly.

It will be the starting point of everything.

I know you didn’t mean to, but you did do it.

It is the one country that everyone is sure of.

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

It was early September and the country was pleasant.

The baby wants to be born and she wants it to be born.

“Hell, Jimmy,” he said, “you oughtn’t to have done it.”

Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.

Villalta became one with the bull and then it was over.

After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out.

Ag never got an answer to the letter to Chicago about it.

It was a body capable of enormous leverage⁠—a cruel body.

It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying.

She liked it about how white his teeth were when he smiled.

She liked it how much A. J. Smith and Mrs. Smith liked Jim.

There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it.

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

I looked at Miss Baker, wondering what it was she “got done.”

They rushed it, and officers came out alone and worked on it.

Something in the door clicked several times and it swung open.

They tried to get over it, and we potted them from forty yards.

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

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

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

Then it got larger and larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

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