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.

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

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

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.

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

In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles.

Of course, the great thing in this sort of an affair is not to be shot oneself.

They tried to hold him up against the wall but he sat down in a puddle of water.

“Oh, Daddy, can’t you give her something to make her stop screaming?” asked Nick.

It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.

Finally the officer told the soldiers it was no good trying to make him stand up.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice.

Ag would not come home until he had a good job and could come to New York to meet her.

After the armistice they agreed he should go home to get a job so they might be married.

He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another.

He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose⁠—

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.

“We’ve got to beat them down,” whispered Daisy, winking ferociously toward the fervent sun.

He thanked me very much, but his mind was already looking forward to walking over the pass.

“Don’t look at me,” Daisy retorted, “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed.

The revolutionary committee, he told me, would not allow him to go outside the palace grounds.

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

He talked about the shop to A. J. Smith and about the Republican Party and about James G. Blaine.

Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.

On the train from Padua to Milan they quarreled about her not being willing to come home at once.

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

—And we’ve produced all the things that go to make civilization⁠—oh, science and art, and all that.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

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.

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.

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

“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.

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.

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

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

“You ought to live in California⁠—” began Miss Baker, but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair.

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.