Up the street were other dead.

The shelling moved further up the line.

The bull could not make up his mind to charge.

The young Indian pulled the boat way up the beach.

The guards who had been holding him up dropped him.

At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up.

The first German I saw climbed up over the garden wall.

The Maritza was running yellow almost up to the bridge.

There was farming country and timber each way up the road.

Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople across the mud flats.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford.

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

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

The picador twisted the stirrups straight and pulled and hauled up into the saddle.

The doctor came running from the corral, where he had been sewing up picador horses.

I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way.

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.

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

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

It’s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.

One hot evening in Milan they carried him up onto the roof and he could look out over the top of the town.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.”

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

So I went down and caught up with them and grabbed him while he was crouched down waiting for the music to break loose and said, “Come on, Luis.”

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon.

Some men picked Maera up and started to run with him toward the barriers through the gate out the passage way around under the grandstand to the infirmary.

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.

In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.

When they stopped the music for the crouch he hunched down in the street with them all and when they started it again he jumped up and went dancing down the street with them.

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see.

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.

The lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens⁠—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.

When they all stepped back on the scaffolding back of the drop, which was very heavy, built of oak and steel and swung on ball bearings, Sam Cardinella was left sitting there strapped tight with the rope around his neck, the younger of the two priests kneeling beside the chair holding up a little crucifix.

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.