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

Blood pumped regularly from between the horse’s front legs.

Five men sentenced to be hanged were in the five top cells.

The husband in the upper bunk rolled over against the wall.

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

Young Buckley came in with his patrol from across the river.

Maera lay still, his head on his arms, his face in the sand.

Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts through the mud.

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

They were swearing at him and flopping the cape in his face.

The major did not marry her in the spring, or any other time.

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

The whole battery was drunk going along the road in the dark.

Something in the door clicked several times and it swung open.

He had been like that since about four o’clock in the morning.

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

We’d jammed an absolutely perfect barricade across the bridge.

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

Manuel Garcia climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retana’s office.

There was a great shouting going on in the grandstand overhead.

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

In the shanty nearest the road there was a light in the window.

I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road.

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

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

A steep sandy road ran down the hill to the bay through the timber.

Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other with the soap.

I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless.

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

Manuel, standing in the hallway, felt there was someone in the room.

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

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

He was very eager to walk over the pass while the weather held good.

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

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

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

He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.

Before he went back to the front they went into the Duomo and prayed.

Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it?

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

Ag wrote him many letters that he never got until after the armistice.

The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

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

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

He didn’t listen to me, he was listening so hard for the music to start.

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

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

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.