I fled, however, not from what might have been the natural fear of being unable to disguise from you that the things about my bridegroom -- in the sense you meant the word `` things '' -- which you had been galvanizing yourself to tell me as a painful part of your maternal duty were things which I had already insisted upon finding out for myself ( despite, I may now say, the unspeakable awkwardness of making the discovery on principle, yes, on principle, and in cold blood ) because I was resolved, as a modern woman, not to be a mollycoddle waiting for Life but to seize Life by the throat.

Helpless in that sense I can never be again.

To you, for instance, the word innocence, in this connotation, probably retained its Biblical, or should I say technical sense, and therefore I suppose I must make myself quite clear by saying that I lost -- or rather handed over -- what you would have considered to be my innocence two weeks before I was legally entitled, and in fact by oath required, to hand it over along with what other goods and bads I had.

You, I could swear to it, remained innocent in this sense until the end.

`` We were requested by the Secretary General, as I understand it, to discuss with you such matters as appear to us to be relevant, and we are not of course either a formal group or a committee in the sense of being guided by any rules or regulations of the Secretariat.

The only rules which I think we shall follow will be those of common sense, justice, and fairness ''.

While I fully agree with Sir Anthony's contention, I think that we must carry the analysis farther, bearing in mind that while common peril may be the measure of our need, the existence or absence of a positive sense of community must be the measure of our capacity.

Now, more than five years later, I cannot in any realistic sense be called a trained soldier.

And, if we follow the Rayburn pattern, as consciously or by an instinctual political sense I like to think I have followed it, then the very nature of our loyalty to our own immediate areas must necessarily be reflected in the devotion of our services to our country.

`` Not in the largest sense of the words '', I said.

I cannot make sense out of the figures for post maturity growth ; ;

He was told he displayed, for example, a sense of superiority -- and he answered: `` Well, I am supposed to know all the answers, aren't I ''??

badness, in the only sense in which it is involved at all, waited for its appearance till I came and looked and felt.

Other synonyms could of course serve the same function, and for the sake of ease I shall speak of kennings and epithets in the widest and loosest possible sense, and name, for example, Gar-Dene a kenning for the Danes.

the book was a fine historical novel about Edward 3,, and I did a week of research to get the details just right: the fifteenth-century armor, furnishings, clothes.

In chapter four of the second Inspector Hanaud novel, The House of the Arrow ( 1924 ), Hanaud declares sanctimoniously to the heroine, " You are wise, Mademoiselle … For, after all, I am Hanaud.

Alexander I has been depicted in a fantasy novel.

The novel concludes that Alexander was indeed murdered " by a fanatical servant " of Edward I of England.

The novel describes the events of the reigns of Manuel I, Alexios II and Andronikos I through the eyes of Agnes.

The novel describes the events of the reigns of Manuel I, Alexios II and Andronikos I through the eyes of Agnes.

All Quiet on the Western Front () is a novel by Erich Maria Remarque, a German veteran of World War I.

Chaplin is also one of the central characters in Glen David Gold's novel Sunnyside, which is set in the World War I period.

* Robert Graves, author of I, Claudius, also wrote Count Belisarius, a historical novel about Belisarius.

Graves set much of the novel in the Constantinople of Justinian I.

In 2009, Panettiere starred again as a cheerleader, this time as Beth Cooper in the film adaptation of the novel I Love You, Beth Cooper.

In the novel I, Claudius by English writer Robert Graves, Caligula is presented as being a murderous sociopath from his childhood, who became clinically insane early in his reign.

Even if they do not mean to, advertisers, reviewers, scholars and aficionados sometimes give away details or parts of the plot, and sometimes — for example in the case of Mickey Spillane's novel I, the Jury — even the solution.

In chapter 10 of the first part of the novel, Don Quixote says he must take the magical helmet of Mambrino, an episode from Canto I of Orlando, and itself a reference to Matteo Maria Boiardo's Orlando innamorato.

Death of a Hero is a World War I novel by Richard Aldington.

Aldington, a veteran of World War I, claimed that his novel was accurate in terms of speech and style.

* Haki Stërmilli's novel If I Were a Boy ( 1936 ) is written in the form of diary entries which documents the life of the main protagonist.

In writing the short novel Fahrenheit 451 I thought I was describing a world that might evolve in four or five decades.

* Robert Graves ' novel I, Claudius is written as a recently-discovered autobiography penned by the late Emperor.

Robert Graves, in his historical novel I, Claudius, blames the death of Germanicus on Plancina, the wife of Piso, who engaged a witch named Martina to haunt Germanicus ' household.

* Galatea, an android in the 2007 novel Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman

As to what became of her star-crossed lovers, Rhett and Scarlett, after the novel ended, Mitchell did not know, and said, " For all I know, Rhett may have found someone else who was less difficult.

`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.

`` All my life '', he said, `` I tried.

`` I hate to leave my garden '', Gavin said.

I loved my garden ''.

`` I never felt better in my life '', Fiske blustered.

In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

I could see them in my sights.

I found his chest in my sights.

At the last second I dropped my sights from the bare chest and bright red circle to the chest of his pony.

In my sights I watched him looming bigger and bigger.

Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;

I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

I withdrew my hand.

Having nothing else to do except wait for my forms to be processed, I gave myself over to speculations concerning the hall itself.

For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.

This light did not penetrate very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight entering through the fan vents when I tried to pick out whatever might be lying, or squatting, on the floor below.

No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.