The doctor went out on the porch.

Manuel went in, carrying his suitcase.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa.

Billy Tabeshaw went back and fastened it.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

“Aint there something left in that crock Jimmy?” A. J. Smith asked and Jim went out to the wagon in the barn and fetched in the jug of whiskey the men had taken hunting with them.