That was when I was a kitchen Corporal.

That is what is happening when she screams.

The two men smiled when Jim came in with the jug.

When he started to kill it was all in the same rush.

He heard his wife catch her breath when the door slammed.

When they’re not they make a lot of trouble for everybody.

Drevitts got frightened when he found they were both dead.

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

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.

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

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

Later when he started to operate Uncle George and three Indian men held the woman still.

When they fired the first volley he was sitting down in the water with his head on his knees.

Then everything commenced to run faster and faster as when they speed up a cinematograph film.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

She couldn’t wait till she saw Jim and it seemed as though everything would be all right when he came.

When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema.

When they came toward him with the cap to go over his head Sam Cardinella lost control of his sphincter muscles.

“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.

Nick, standing in the door of the kitchen, had a good view of the upper bunk when his father, the lamp in one hand, tipped the Indian’s head back.

When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned towards me.

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.

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.

When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men.

The lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens⁠—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.

The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea.

Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body⁠—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat.

If it happened right down close in front of you, you could see Villalta snarl at the bull and curse him, and when the bull charged he swung back firmly like an oak when the wind hits it, his legs tight together, the muleta trailing and the sword following the curve behind.

When they all stepped back on the scaffolding back of the drop, which was very heavy, built of oak and steel and swung on ball bearings, Sam Cardinella was left sitting there strapped tight with the rope around his neck, the younger of the two priests kneeling beside the chair holding up a little crucifix.

Most of the confidences were unsought⁠—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child, but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly.