They all came just like that.

Just then the woman cried out.

The log was just awash in the lake.

The men were just home that was all.

Just carts loaded with everything they owned.

You can watch this or not, Nick, just as you like.

And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.

“Well, after all,” I said, “he’s just an ignorant Mexican savage.”

The priest skipped back onto the scaffolding just before the drop fell.

“No, thanks,” said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

This isn’t just an epigram⁠—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.”

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

He drew out the sword from the folds of the muleta and sighted with the same movement and called to the bull, Toro! Toro! and the bull charged and Villalta charged and just for a moment they became one.

The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.