The screen door slammed behind him.

Nick held the basin for his father.

Nick trailed his hand in the water.

The log was just awash in the lake.

It slid off, thinning in the water.

The men were just home that was all.

It belonged to Demaine, the oil man.

“What do you want?” asked the voice.

There were chimney swifts in the sky.

He loved the mountains in the autumn.

The little man sat looking at Manuel.

The sun was coming up over the hills.

It rained all through the evacuation.

He cantered jerkily along the barrera.

The two boats started off in the dark.

Nick put the basin out in the kitchen.

“Retana,” he said and banged the door.

The young Indian smiled reminiscently.

The shelling moved further up the line.

Things were getting forward in the town.

She was cool and fresh in the hot night.

I’m going to sew up the incision I made.

There was a mist coming up from the bay.

Ought to have a look at the proud father.

Clean off the sand on account of the saw.

Who the hell is going to make any trouble?

He loved the taste and the feel of whisky.

Uncle George gave both the Indians cigars.

“Who’s there?” said someone in the office.

He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding.

Greek cavalry herded along the procession.

This fellow has worked out the whole thing.

There were pools of water in the courtyard.

Give me the book, I’ll put it in my pocket.

One of the ministers was sick with typhoid.

The open razor lay edge up in the blankets.

Three of the men to be hanged were negroes.

A bass jumped, making a circle in the water.

Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?

The Indians rowed with quick choppy strokes.

Liz leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

It will be the starting point of everything.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me.

I spoke to him about the Mantegnas in Milano.

Jim and Charley were still in the front room.

The Indian lay with his face toward the wall.

Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark.

“Don’t talk that way, Dick,” the doctor said.

The doctor wiped his gun carefully with a rag.

The bull could not make up his mind to charge.