It was very jolly.

The day was very hot.

“Very badly,” I said.

Liz liked Jim very much.

He was really very fast.

The room smelled very bad.

They were very frightened.

Their officers were very fine.

He seemed very glad to see me.

There is an Indian lady very sick.

He was a Magyar, a very nice boy and very shy.

She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt.

The other five stood very quietly against the wall.

“No,” he said, very shyly, he did not like Mantegna.

He had cut his foot very badly with an ax three days before.

She liked it very much that he didn’t look like a blacksmith.

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

The houses were in a big grove of elm trees and the road was very sandy.

“Plastiras is a very good man, I believe,” he said, “but frightfully difficult.”

“Tom’s getting very profound,” said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness.

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

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

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

Mrs. Smith, who was a very large clean woman, said Liz Coates was the neatest girl she’d ever seen.

He was very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he said, “After all, it has happened before like that.”

The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.

All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, “Why⁠—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces.

My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.

There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym.

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.

It was very beautiful in the spring and summer, the bay blue and bright and usually whitecaps on the lake out beyond the point from the breeze blowing from Charlevoix and Lake Michigan.

I was rather literary in college⁠—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News⁠—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the “well-rounded man.”

In 1919 he was traveling on the railroads in Italy, carrying a square of oilcloth from the headquarters of the party written in indelible pencil and saying here was a comrade who had suffered very much under the Whites in Budapest and requesting comrades to aid him in any way.

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.