Stretcher bearers would be along any time now.

It would have been all right with Mrs. Smith but Liz was afraid.

She hoped he would have a great career, and believed in him absolutely.

If no one came for them they would be left to waterlog and rot on the beach.

I can’t really believe that anyone would do a thing of that sort intentionally.

Ag would not come home until he had a good job and could come to New York to meet her.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

Dear, I don’t think, I really don’t think that anyone would really do a thing like that.

The revolutionary committee, he told me, would not allow him to go outside the palace grounds.

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

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Ag would not have to get up from the bed.

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

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

He went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to himself so he would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time.

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

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.

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.

She was sorry, and she knew he would probably not be able to understand, but might some day forgive her, and be grateful to her, and she expected, absolutely unexpectedly, to be married in the spring.

Liz wanted to make something special for Jim to take but she didn’t finally because she was afraid to ask Mrs. Smith for the eggs and flour and afraid if she bought them Mrs. Smith would catch her cooking.

Nick’s father always assumed that this was what would happen, and hired the Indians to come down from the camp and cut the logs up with the crosscut saw and split them with a wedge to make cord wood and chunks for the open fireplace.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it⁠—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.

They had drifted up onto the beach and if nothing were done about them sooner or later the crew of the Magic would come along the shore in a rowboat, spot the logs, drive an iron spike with a ring on it into the end of each one and then tow them out into the lake to make a new boom.