That was a way she had.

The young Indian pulled the boat way up the beach.

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

Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist.

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

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

From Smith’s back door Liz could see ore barges way out in the lake going toward Boyne City.

The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.

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.

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.

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.

Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven⁠—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of anticlimax.