Manuel went in, carrying his suitcase.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa.

Ag went back to Torre di Mosta to open a hospital.

The others went down and took the bottles with them.

He went inside when he saw me and came downstairs disgusted.

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

They laid Maera down on a cot and one of the men went for the doctor.

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

I went back to the hotel and Maera was on the balcony looking out to see if I’d be bringing him back.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

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

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.

He went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to himself so he would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time.

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.

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.”

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.”

He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone.

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.

When she looked at them they didn’t seem to be moving at all but if she went in and dried some more dishes and then came out again they would be out of sight beyond the point.