He went on.

He winked at it and went on.

Nick went inside the cottage.

The doctor went out on the porch.

He went out into the kitchen again.

Manuel went in, carrying his suitcase.

The firelight went as far as the water.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa.

His big hand went all the way around it.

Billy Tabeshaw went back and fastened it.

Marjorie went to the boat and brought a blanket.

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.

“Once a man’s married he’s absolutely bitched,” Bill went on.

She pulled hard on the oars and the boat went way up the beach.

When he was satisfied with his hands he went in and went to work.

The smooth roadbed like a causeway went on ahead through the swamp.

Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire.

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.

He went upstairs into the loft and Nick heard him walking about overhead.

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

The wagon stopped outside under the big elm and Mrs. Smith and Liz went out.

Liz took her coat off the peg on the kitchen wall and they went out the door.

The rain stopped as Nick turned into the road that went up through the orchard.

He went out to the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a pitcher of water.

Then Mrs. Smith went upstairs and pretty soon Smith came out and went upstairs too.

After supper they went into the front room again and Liz cleaned off with Mrs. Smith.

The others went on ahead of him down to the lake shore where the logs were buried in the sand.

He went over to the edge of the track, down the little slope to the water and washed his hands.

Then the hand that felt so big in her lap went away and was on her leg and started to move up it.

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

Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees.

One of Jim’s hands went inside her dress and stroked over her breast and the other hand was in her lap.

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.

He lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly every day to see how things were going, and things went very badly.

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.”

Bill reached over to the table under the window for the book that lay there, face down, where he had put it when he went to the door.

It would have to stay edge up all the time because if it went over flat you could roll right over it and it wouldn’t make any trouble.

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.”

In the evenings he read the Toledo Blade and the Grand Rapids paper by the lamp in the front room or went out spearing fish in the bay with a jacklight with A. J. Smith.

She didn’t want to go to bed yet because she knew Jim would be coming out and she wanted to see him as he went out so she could take the way he looked up to bed with her.

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.

In the fall he and Smith and Charley Wyman took a wagon and tent, grub, axes, their rifles and two dogs and went on a trip to the pine plains beyond Vanderbilt deer hunting.

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.