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.

Jim took a long pull on his way back to the house.

“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.

That night Charley Wyman stayed to supper at Smith’s.

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.

You didn’t say anything to Boulton to anger him, did you?

It was hard to lift such a big jug up to drink out of it.

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

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

“Now,” his father said, “there’s some stitches to put in.”

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

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

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

Jim had her dress up and was trying to do something to her.

Dick Boulton walked around past the cottage down to the lake.

“Your mother wants you to come and see her,” the doctor said.

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

He was looking away so as not to see what his father was doing.

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

When he was satisfied with his hands he went in and went to work.

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

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

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

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

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.

“You musn’t,” Neither Jim nor Jim’s big hand paid any attention to her.

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

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

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

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

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

She walked back to where Jim was lying and shook him once more to make sure.

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

“Yeah. Aint it a beauty?” Jim got it onto his back to carry to the smokehouse.

They sat down in the shelter of the warehouse and Jim pulled Liz close to him.