Who with?

He was delighted with Italy.

I’m p-paralysed with happiness.

She snapped them out with her fingers.

One of the ministers was sick with typhoid.

The Indians rowed with quick choppy strokes.

He reads deep books with long words in them.

Just carts loaded with everything they owned.

Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

Sometimes the bull only bumped him with his head.

The others went down and took the bottles with them.

“But you’ll have to be up with the lark,” she added.

Villalta became one with the bull and then it was over.

Rinaldi lay still in the sun, breathing with difficulty.

Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

Young Buckley came in with his patrol from across the river.

He had cut his foot very badly with an ax three days before.

And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.

One of the white men sat on his cot with his head in his hands.

Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other with the soap.

The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side.

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

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

Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

“Tom’s getting very profound,” said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness.

There was a woman having a kid with a young girl holding a blanket over her and crying.

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

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

He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on.

After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again.

Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

He was very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he said, “After all, it has happened before like that.”

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

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

Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.

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.”

At this point Miss Baker said: “Absolutely!” with such suddenness that I started⁠—it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room.

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.

She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him⁠—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office.

Some men picked Maera up and started to run with him toward the barriers through the gate out the passage way around under the grandstand to the infirmary.

The horse’s entrails hung down in a blue bunch and swung backward and forward as he began to canter, the monos whacking him on the back of his legs with the rods.

Finally the bull was too tired from so much sticking and folded his knees and lay down and one of the cuadrilla leaned out over his neck and killed him with the puntillo.

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.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

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.