More dogs rushed out at them.

Just then the woman cried out.

Both legs stuck out awkwardly.

She snapped them out with her fingers.

This fellow has worked out the whole thing.

They came around a bend and a dog came out barking.

The Hungarians were backing their wagon out of an alley.

After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out.

“Civilization’s going to pieces,” broke out Tom violently.

They came out onto the gallows through a door in the wall.

Two soldiers carried him downstairs and out into the rain.

They rushed it, and officers came out alone and worked on it.

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

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

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

The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be⁠—will be utterly submerged.

The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him out.

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

From Smith’s back door Liz could see ore barges way out in the lake going toward Boyne City.

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

I went back to the hotel and Maera was on the balcony looking out to see if I’d be bringing him back.

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

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

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.

The lieutenant kept riding his horse out into the fields and saying to him, “I’m drunk, I tell you, mon vieux.”

The pink wall of the house opposite had fallen out from the roof, and an iron bedstead hung twisted toward the street.

There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air.

Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

Some men picked Maera up and started to run with him toward the barriers through the gate out the passage way around under the grandstand to the infirmary.

If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it⁠—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.

The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t hardly get the sword in.

Finally the bull was too tired from so much sticking and folded his knees and lay down and one of the cuadrilla leaned out over his neck and killed him with the puntillo.

He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone.

When she looked at them they didn’t seem to be moving at all but if she went in and dried some more dishes and then came out again they would be out of sight beyond the point.

It was very beautiful in the spring and summer, the bay blue and bright and usually whitecaps on the lake out beyond the point from the breeze blowing from Charlevoix and Lake Michigan.

Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.

There was the general store and postoffice with a high false front and maybe a wagon hitched out in front, Smith’s house, Stroud’s house, Fox’s house, Horton’s house and Van Hoosen’s house.

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

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.

Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out on to a rosy-coloured porch, open toward the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.

No⁠—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound.

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.