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.

They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing.

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?

Eddy hung the saw up by one of its handles in the crotch of a tree.

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 blood had flowed down into a pool where his body sagged the bunk.

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

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.

“Here’s all the ones we missed A. J.,” said Jim and downed his liquor.

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

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.

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

He was glad to be back to a comfortable bed and warm food and the shop.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks sweating in the sun.

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.

“There. That gets it,” said his father and put something into the basin.

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

The doctor chewed the beard on his lower lip and looked at Dick Boulton.

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

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

The men came in to supper feeling hilarious but acting very respectable.

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

The water was lapping in the piles and the point was dark across the bay.

Then she walked across the dock and up the steep sandy road to go to bed.

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

The doctor stood up and put the shotgun in the corner behind the dresser.

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

All the time Jim was gone on the deer hunting trip Liz thought about him.

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

Her breasts felt plump and firm and the nipples were erect under his hands.

Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

If no one came for them they would be left to waterlog and rot on the beach.

The wagon stopped outside under the big elm and Mrs. Smith and Liz went out.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks and looked at the doctor.

“No, thanks,” said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry.

We sat down at a table under a big tree and the king ordered whisky and soda.