Then he was dead.

Then paused a moment.

Then the bull was gone.

Just then the woman cried out.

Maera saw him and then I saw him.

“All right. Come on, then,” his father said.

Then three more came over further down the wall.

She was thinking about him hard and then Jim came out.

Then he heard his wife’s voice from the darkened room.

We waited till he got one leg over and then potted him.

Villalta became one with the bull and then it was over.

Then she added irrelevantly: “You ought to see the baby.”

“You’d better not saw it up then, Dick,” he said, shortly.

Then he turned away and walked up the hill to the cottage.

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

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

Then it got larger and larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

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

Maera felt everything getting larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

Then Mrs. Smith went upstairs and pretty soon Smith came out and went upstairs too.

Then the music started again and he jumped up and twisted away from me and started dancing.

Then everything commenced to run faster and faster as when they speed up a cinematograph film.

Then the hand that felt so big in her lap went away and was on her leg and started to move up it.

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

Jim came over back of her chair and stood there and she could feel him breathing and then he put his arms around her.

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.

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

“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.

He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it.

She held herself stiff because she was so frightened and did not know anything else to do and then Jim held her tight against the chair and kissed her.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.

Then he cursed the bull, flopped the muleta at him, and swung back from the charge, his feet firm, the muleta curving and at each swing the crowd roaring.

The crowd shouted all the time, and threw pieces of bread down into the bull ring, then cushions and leather wine bottles, keeping up whistling and yelling.

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.

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.

The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise⁠—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression⁠—then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.

At any rate, Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again⁠—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.

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.

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

They had drifted up onto the beach and if nothing were done about them sooner or later the crew of the Magic would come along the shore in a rowboat, spot the logs, drive an iron spike with a ring on it into the end of each one and then tow them out into the lake to make a new boom.

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.