The people were all kind.

They were both disgusted.

They were glad to let her.

They were very frightened.

We were in a garden in Mons.

All the cells were occupied.

Up the street were other dead.

Their officers were very fine.

We were going to the Champagne.

They were carrying Sam Cardinella.

There were chimney swifts in the sky.

Things were getting forward in the town.

Three of the men to be hanged were negroes.

There were pools of water in the courtyard.

All the shutters of the hospital were nailed shut.

There were six or seven of them including two priests.

The Hungarians were backing their wagon out of an alley.

There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard.

It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying.

Drevitts got frightened when he found they were both dead.

There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it.

Five men sentenced to be hanged were in the five top cells.

She liked it about how white his teeth were when he smiled.

Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts through the mud.

They were swearing at him and flopping the cape in his face.

The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road.

He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.

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

Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.

Carts were jammed solid on the bridge with camels bobbing along through them.

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

Women and kids were in the carts, crouched with mattresses, mirrors, sewing machines, bundles.

We were fifty kilometers from the front, but the adjutant worried about the fire in my kitchen.

“We ought to plan something,” yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.

While they were strapping his legs together two guards held him up and the two priests were whispering to him.

“That’s all right maybe this time,” said Drevitts, “but how did you know they were wops when you bumped them off?”

When they had to say goodbye, in the station at Milan, they kissed goodbye, but were not finished with the quarrel.

They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained.

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

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

Over his head was a bull’s head, stuffed by a Madrid taxidermist; on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters.

There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked⁠—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon.

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

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.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

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.

She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.