He watched the girl until she had gone into the trees, and waited until he couldn't hear the sound of her horse any longer, then went up to where the children were sleeping.

Here, she dropped the keys on a small table beside the door and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Then, with a shrug of pretended indifference, she took a compact from her purse and went through the motions of fixing her make-up.

But with her hand softly on his cheek for a last moment, she closed the door and he went back down the hall and into his bed excited, expectant, and finally faintly grinning with the feel of her hand against his mouth.

when he went home at night, he took her with him in his mind, and she did the things the anonymous Woman used to do, and he did the thing afterwards each time as he used to do.

she also went to Washington and appealed to Senator George William Norris of Nebraska, the Fighting Liberal, from whose office a sympathetic but cautious harrumphing was heard.

He is said to have reported that once, when she went to a hospital to call on a friend after a serious operation, and the friend protested that it had been `` nothing '', she replied, `` Well, it was your healthy American peasant blood that pulled you through ''.

While she was settling the teacart, he went back across the hall to their bedroom, opened one of the suitcases, and took out powdered coffee and sugar.

Whenever she found time, she went blackberry picking with him, and they would come home together, mouths purple, arms and faces scratched, tired enough to forget grief for another day.

Then she went back to the wicker chair and resolutely adjusted her eyes to the glare on the water.

She went into the living room and turned on three lamps, then back into the kitchen where she turned on the ceiling light and the switch that lit the floods on the barn, illuminating the driveway.

Now there was no work in the fields, nor would there be till it rained, and she did not know where he went.

Miss Ada had giggled, and she went sweeping and rustling to the couch and sank down.

but the letter went on: she had cried, she had implored, she had been miserable at his refusal, and finally he had relented -- and now how happy she was, how expectant!!

One woman -- she could have been either English or American -- went up to him and said, ' But you are the foreigners ' ''.

Eventually such incidents became more sporadic, and more sharply demarcated from her day-after-day behavior, and in one particular session, after several minutes of such behavior -- which, as usual, went on without any accompanying words from her -- she asked, eagerly, `` Did you see Granny ''??

It was only after we had responded, with what I fear were similar cliches, that she went into action by questioning our desire for friendship and understanding with a challenge about aggressive and warlike actions by the U.S. Government in Cuba and Laos.

`` Then she went to Deauville where she met a member of a powerful Greek syndicate of gamblers ''.

He got up slowly, and she was already on her feet, and he stood facing her.

If she sensed any unusual preoccupation on the part of her mother, she did not comment upon it.

When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.

The mountainside grew steeper and she slipped once or twice on the smooth pine needles.

In spite of her attempt to preserve her balance, she fell, bruising her arm on a naked stone.

`` Aah, go on '', she said.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

`` You may have seen me on TV '', she said.

Even as she was telling me about it I became aware of a give-away flush that suffused her neck and moved upwards to her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that when she entered the store she did not switch on the lights.

When we opened the door again for business and switched on the lights she said:

His advice, his voice saying his poems, the fact that he had not so much as touched her -- on the contrary, he had put his head back and she had stroked his hair -- this was all new.

Packing a small suitcase, informing her husband whom she found in Harry's Bar that she was taking a train to Germany to get away for a while, patting his arm, refusing a drink, getting on the train -- all this had only taken her two hours.

Smiling, she sat down on the suitcase and waited and watched.

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

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

But she sat on in stubborn silence.

Then she turned the station wagon around and headed it back down the hill, with the village as her ostensible destination.

Slowly and thoughtfully, she slipped the ornament into the pocket of her slacks, moved down the stairs and out of the house.

Then, helpfully, as she merely stared at him in weary silence, `` Maybe you could write it down for me, huh??

With a swift swoop of his big arms, he grabbed Sally out of the circle surrounding him, and then kissed her soundly before setting her down so she could stand by his side while they jointly chose the rest of their `` outfit ''.

Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.

As she was rather tired this evening, her simple `` Thank you for the use of your bath '' -- when she sat down opposite him -- spoken in a low voice, came across with coolnesses of intelligence and control.

Though I had a great dread of the island and felt I would never leave it alive, I eagerly wrote down everything she told me about its women.

Once ( this was on the third day of school ) she kneeled down to pick up some books where they'd dropped on the floor and Jack looked up her dress -- at the bare expanse of incredibly white leg.

When she appeared, two or three of the little girls jumped up and down, yelling, `` Goody, goody ''.

While she was struggling to get her skirt down and get on her feet again, Jack ran over, offered her his hand and said, `` Gosh, I'm sorry, Miss Langford.

With one hand she held her skirt down while she took Jack's extended hand with the other.

Delphine stood like stone, her eyes alive with hate as she looked down at the sheeted corpse.

the coachman and Delphine were gaining on her as she raced down Perdido Street.

At last her lawyer, Arthur D. Cloud, gave up the case because she turned down three successive settlements he arranged.

At this point Mrs. Frances Cupply, one of Wright's handsome daughters by his first wife, came from the house and tried to calm Miriam as she tore down a no visitors sign and smashed the glass pane on another sign with a rock.

Harriet's mouth watered with anticipation when after months of dreaming she sat down at last to her much-craved milk and fresh bread.

When Nan Patterson, a stunning and money-minded chorus girl who had appeared in a Floradora road show, rode down Broadway in a hansom cab with her married lover, Frank Young, she stopped the cab to disclose that Young had been shot dead, tearfully insisting that he had shot himself although experts said he could not have done so.

After a dinner party for which she had come down to New York, Mrs. Lewis and Casanova arrived to see them off, and Elinor Wylie made tart observations that indicated that Lewis had been less discreet than he had promised to be about the real nature of their separation.

He recognized her because she was the one who, in a winter twilight, on the edge of camp, had once stopped him and reached down her hand to touch his fly.