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.

She walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down to the water.

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.

They sat down in the shelter of the warehouse and Jim pulled Liz close to him.

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

I can’t really believe that anyone would do a thing of that sort intentionally.

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.

He pushed the magazine full of the heavy yellow shells and pumped them out again.

He mounted on the edge of the lower bunk with the lamp in one hand and looked in.

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

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

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.

They came in through the back gate out of the woods, Eddy carrying the long crosscut saw.

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

They hanged Sam Cardinella at six o’clock in the morning in the corridor of the county jail.

The others went on ahead of him down to the lake shore where the logs were buried in the sand.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw had rocked the log out of the wet sand and rolled it toward the water.

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed.

That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a⁠—

Or, rather, as I didn’t know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.

Dick was a half-breed and many of the farmers around the lake believed he was really a white man.

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

They shot the six cabinet ministers at half-past six in the morning against the wall of a hospital.

Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner.

One of Jim’s hands went inside her dress and stroked over her breast and the other hand was in her lap.

It’s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.

Villalta standing straight and the red hilt of the sword sticking out dully between the bull’s shoulders.

One hot evening in Milan they carried him up onto the roof and he could look out over the top of the town.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

They sunk the ends of their cant-hooks into one of the logs and swung against it to loosen it in the sand.

He took a plug of tobacco out of his pocket, bit off a chew and spoke in Ojibway to Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw.

“You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,” I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret.

The hemlock planks of the dock were hard and splintery and cold and Jim was heavy on her and he had hurt her.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

Dick kneeled down in the sand and looked at the mark of the scaler’s hammer in the wood at the end of the log.

Her Bible, her copy of Science and Health and her Quarterly were on a table beside her bed in the darkened room.

When they came toward him with the cap to go over his head Sam Cardinella lost control of his sphincter muscles.

But the lumbermen might never come for them because a few logs were not worth the price of a crew to gather them.

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America.