It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

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

After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Ag would not have to get up from the bed.

Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and he sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through.

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

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.

At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue.

Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.

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.

Up the road a ways was the Methodist church and down the road the other direction was the township school.

“We ought to plan something,” yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

Then they went into the woods and followed a trail that led to the logging road that ran back into the hills.

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.

When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema.

While they were strapping his legs together two guards held him up and the two priests were whispering to him.

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

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

Villalta, his hand up at the crowd and the bull roaring blood, looking straight at Villalta and his legs caving.

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

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

Nick sat against the wall of the church where they had dragged him to be clear of machine gun fire in the street.

When they had to say goodbye, in the station at Milan, they kissed goodbye, but were not finished with the quarrel.

They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates.

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet.

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

The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.

At Bologna he said goodbye to us to go on the train to Milano and then to Aosta to walk over the pass into Switzerland.

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.

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.

The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

He went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to himself so he would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time.

I heard the drums coming down the street and then the fifes and the pipes and then they came around the corner, all dancing.

Over his head was a bull’s head, stuffed by a Madrid taxidermist; on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

He sat down in the sand and puked and they held a cape over him while the crowd hollered and threw things down into the bull ring.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-coloured space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end.

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.”

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.

Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.