I’d like to.

Listen to me.

Over to the Indian camp.

They were glad to let her.

Come on back to the hotel.

But it seemed to fit Cohn.

Well, you ought to see her.

“I want to work,” Manuel said.

He seemed very glad to see me.

We were going to the Champagne.

Her head was turned to one side.

Only to get a job and be married.

He had to stop and wash his hands.

He didn’t seem to notice her much.

It belonged to Demaine, the oil man.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa.

Again a sort of apology arose to my lips.

Who the hell is going to make any trouble?

Three of the men to be hanged were negroes.

Like all Greeks he wanted to go to America.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me.

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

Jim Gilmore came to Hortons Bay from Canada.

I spoke to him about the Mantegnas in Milano.

Horthy’s men had done some bad things to him.

I know you didn’t mean to, but you did do it.

The bull could not make up his mind to charge.

The two Indians sent them back to the shanties.

All her muscles are trying to get the baby born.

There’s liable to be a hell of a lot of trouble.

I’d be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

Ag went back to Torre di Mosta to open a hospital.

“This lady is going to have a baby, Nick,” he said.

She turned to me helplessly: “What do people plan?”

I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things.

When he started to kill it was all in the same rush.

“But you’ll have to be up with the lark,” she added.

The baby wants to be born and she wants it to be born.

“Hell, Jimmy,” he said, “you oughtn’t to have done it.”

Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.

The Maritza was running yellow almost up to the bridge.

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

Ag never got an answer to the letter to Chicago about it.

“How do you get to West Egg village?” he asked helplessly.

“Civilization’s going to pieces,” broke out Tom violently.

Maera wanted to say something and found he could not talk.

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

They tried to get over it, and we potted them from forty yards.

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