The street full of them.

He used this instead of a ticket.

Again a sort of apology arose to my lips.

There were pools of water in the courtyard.

Three of the men to be hanged were negroes.

One of the ministers was sick with typhoid.

It will be the starting point of everything.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me.

“Never heard of them,” he remarked decisively.

It is the one country that everyone is sure of.

There’s liable to be a hell of a lot of trouble.

Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat.

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

All the shutters of the hospital were nailed shut.

“How about a chair, Will?” asked one of the guards.

I never met anyone of his class who remembered him.

There were six or seven of them including two priests.

The Hungarians were backing their wagon out of an alley.

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

A big old wrought-iron grating from the front of a house.

There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard.

A little man sat behind a desk at the far side of the room.

The last I heard of him the Swiss had him in jail near Sion.

As he walked back along the halls he thought of Ag in his bed.

Two Austrian dead lay in the rubble in the shade of the house.

One of the white men sat on his cot with his head in his hands.

Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton.

He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.

And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides.

Have you read The Rise of the Coloured Empires by this man Goddard?

The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side.

In spite of Hungary, he believed altogether in the world revolution.

Boyle shot one off the seat of the wagon and one out of the wagonbox.

Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople across the mud flats.

They laid Maera down on a cot and one of the men went for the doctor.

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?

The houses were in a big grove of elm trees and the road was very sandy.

She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker.

I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades.

Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.

He stopped stiff and one of the monos held his bridle and walked him forward.

Of course, the great thing in this sort of an affair is not to be shot oneself.

They tried to hold him up against the wall but he sat down in a puddle of water.

Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist.

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

Almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.

“Tom’s getting very profound,” said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness.

It was lonely and rainy there, and there was a battalion of arditi quartered in the town.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.