And he really feels that way, she thought.

And even with her limited knowledge of such things, she knew that the car could be repaired there ; ;

And now she could see him, looking uncommon handsome, standing there beside Sally Jackson and her folks in front of their trail-worn wagon.

And she was deeply thankful that she could see her now, out there in the midst of a gay, youthful circle, skipping and singing, `` Farmer in the dell, Farmer in the dell, Heigh-ho the dairy-oh, the farmer in the dell ''.

And she really tried to go a step further and say she hoped they'd be just as right as they now were for her and for Rod.

`` And I so want the part '', she said.

And then I became aware that she, too, glanced at me surreptitiously.

And all the time, she had the heat of hatred in her, like charcoal that is burning on its under side, but not visibly.

For Mr. Taylor's Images And Reflections she made some diaphanous tents that alternately hide and reveal the performer, and a girl's cape lined with grass.

And she wrote the libretto for an oratorio on the subject of Judas Maccabeus performed at the Hanukkah festival which came in December.

And when he complained of the lack of time for all he wanted to do, Henrietta advised him to rise at five in the morning as she and Papa did.

' And would you believe it ', Vic added, ' she likes him better than she does me.

And Lilly allowed me to help so that she could have her few little hours of escape.

And she had the kind of crossed eyes that shocked.

And she withdrew then to Cromwell Hall, in Cromwell, Connecticut.

And when questioned by ship's reporters about the separation, she said, `` I adore him, and he adores me ''.

And she replied, `` I was born in America, but I was conceived in Vienna ''.

Her mother wrote Kate of her grief at the death of Kate's baby and at Jonathan's decision to go with the South `` And, dear Kate '', she wrote, `` poor Dr. Breckenridge's son Robert is now organizing a militia company to go South, to his good father's sorrow.

And the stiffly regal look of them, she saw grimly, lacked the quaver of age which, thwarting the efforts of her amazing will, ran through her spoken words like a thin ragged string.

And she was made to fall in love with him again there in the rutted dirt driveway standing in the cold fog, mad as she was at his going away when he really didn't have to, mad at their both having got older in a life that seemed to have taken no more than a week to go by.

`` And how is she ''??

And here all the time you knew the Sioux would be using our rifles on them!!

And he had a feeling -- thanks to the girl -- that things would get worse before they got better.

And nothing would be done about it.

And Donna would --

And he would have enjoyed it just as much if he had been a Nazi.

And Hamilton, who felt it `` a religious duty '' to oppose Aaron Burr's political ambitions, would have been a better actuarial risk had he shown more literary restraint.

And so I would only touch upon it now ( much as I have long wanted to write a book about it ).

And I would further note that they all -- with one exception again -- sang in one key or another the same song.

And for the first time a representative of the highest office in the land would have been liable to the charge that he had attempted to make it a successorship by inheritance.

And it would seem that history is a witness to this truth.

And like Jo March, who saw her sisters Meg and Amy involved in `` lovering '' before herself, Henrietta saw her sisters Rachel and Sadie drawn outside their family circle by the attraction of suitors, Rachel by Joe Jastrow, and Sadie by Max Lobl, a young businessman who would write her romantic descriptions of his trips by steamboat down the Mississippi.

To Serenissimus such tribes as the Cossacks of the Don or those ex-bandits the Zaporogian Cossacks ( in whose islands along the lower Dnieper the Polish novelist Sienkiewicz would one day place With Fire And Sword ) were just elements for enforced resettlement in, say, Bessarabia, where, as `` the faithful of the Black Sea borders '', he could use their presence as bargaining points in the Czarina's territorial claims against Turkey.

And even hearing it in a concert hall surrounded by hundreds of people the words and the melody would make me a little colder and I would reach out for my husband's hand.

And for him to leave this job now without accomplishing anything would mean practically the end of his career in the Methodist church, if not in all churches.

And I was certain he would refuse ''.

And listening to such a conversation one morning while taking a cup of chocolate in a cafe, Rousseau found himself bathed in perspiration, trembling lest his authorship become known, and at the same time dreaming of the startling effect he would make if he should proclaim himself suddenly as the composer.

And those without beards would have stood out as not dressed for the occasion.

And he would sleep, sleep, and never think of roads and horses' sore haunches, of colonial wars.

And he would see her that evening.

And it presented itself to him as it would to any stranger, impervious, complete in itself.

And lest anybody think that considerations such as these are not germane in a foundation report, let me enlighten them with the truths that, under Communism there would have been no capital with which to endow the Foundation, and that there would not be that individual freedom within which the Fellows might proceed, untrammeled in every way, toward their discoveries, their creative efforts for the good of mankind.