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

“I want to see who it belongs to,” Dick said.

She tucked it around him neatly and carefully.

It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.

It is the one country that everyone is sure of.

It was stiff and hard to lift out of the wagon.

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

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

It was early September and the country was pleasant.

“Nothing like it this time of year for what ails you.”

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 hard to lift such a big jug up to drink out of it.

It was cold but Liz was hot all over from being with Jim.

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

“You’d better not saw it up then, Dick,” he said, shortly.

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.

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

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.

It would have been all right with Mrs. Smith but Liz was afraid.

It flopped over his shoulder and made a musical sound as he walked.

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.

“There. That gets it,” said his father and put something into the basin.

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

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

She loved him as always, but she realized now it was only a boy and girl love.

“Yeah. Aint it a beauty?” Jim got it onto his back to carry to the smokehouse.

Finally the officer told the soldiers it was no good trying to make him stand up.

It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides.

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

It was such a sharp, aching, hurting feeling that she thought she couldn’t stand it.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way.

Doing a Caesarian with a jackknife and sewing it up with nine-foot, tapered gut leaders.

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