Wash it off.

It all depends.

It rained hard.

It is dangerous.

It irritated him.

It was very jolly.

Oh it isn’t right.

It was going well.

It will be observed.

You musn’t do it Jim.

It was a good dinner.

He was very fond of it.

Nick didn’t look at it.

It all took a long time.

It was Gatsby’s mansion.

I’d rather not touch it.

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.

It was awful while he was gone.

Oh it’s so big and it hurts so.

She liked it about his mustache.

“But it will go better,” he said.

“Did you shoot it Jim?” Liz asked.

It slid off, thinning in the water.

It don’t make any difference to me.

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.

If she let herself go it was better.

It rained all through the evacuation.

She was frightened but she wanted it.

It was an absolutely perfect obstacle.

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

“Put it right in,” Dick Boulton shouted.

It was an awful mess to put you through.

She had to have it but it frightened her.

I must say he took it all pretty quietly.

Billy Tabeshaw went back and fastened it.

She lifted his head a little and shook it.

It was too late to get back to Charlevoix.

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

It will be the starting point of everything.