The boards were hard.

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 scattered on the bed.

They were gone through the woods.

They were carrying Sam Cardinella.

The men were just home that was all.

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.

She was quiet now and her eyes were closed.

They were still in their wrappers unopened.

Jim and Charley were still in the front room.

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.

His eyes were shining and his hair was a little rumpled.

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.

There were four big beech logs lying almost buried in the sand.

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

They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing.

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.

Her breasts felt plump and firm and the nipples were erect under his hands.

Liz and Mrs. Smith were cooking for four days for them before they started.

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.

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

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.

The logs had been lost from the big log booms that were towed down the lake to the mill by the steamer Magic.

The hemlock planks of the dock were hard and splintery and cold and Jim was heavy on her and he had hurt her.

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