He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.

He'd had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.

He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.

He'd been trying obliquely to sell a comic book premise to DC or Marvel, but neither company would allow Aragonés to retain the copyright.

Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!

He'd had his arms and legs blown off and some of his body had been blown through the railings.

He'd been a reporter and a writer of screenplays before and after the war ; and one of his books documents the experiences of concentration camp survivors, several of whom cite the plaintiff as the source of their suffering.

He'd been stabbed with an ice pick and shot.

He'd been submitting tapes and song ideas to us since he'd joined the band, always instrumentals, since he didn't sing.

He'd skipped out on several local Democratic club meetings, and his campaign Website hadn't been updated since 2011.

He'd been a good teacher.

He'd been through some things with her, himself ".

He'd been carrying the injury since the start of the season, and the collision led to a full break, putting White out for six weeks.

He'd been the company's president from 1974 to 1976, when he was fired due to his abrasive management style.

He'd been discovered by famed African-American comedian Bert Williams in the 1920s.

He'd been shot four times-twice in the stomach, and once each in the chest and head.

He'd been just as disdainful of an earlier purchase: Colin's grandsire Domino, ( another eventual Horse of the Year in 1893 and Hall of Famer ), but his son, Foxwell Keene, bought Domino anyway.

He'd been drinking heavily and wound up crashing his car, leaving him mortally wounded.

He'd been shot in the head.

He'd been shot in the head.

He'd been drinking and was tired and emotional.

He'd been captain of the team as a junior and senior.

He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.

He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.

He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.

He'd heard of a " kidnapping " from Montfermeil, remembered Valjean's request of three days, and had also heard of a man poorly dressed who gave money to other poor people, the " beggar who gives alms ", who had a granddaughter with him, who ( so rumors said ) said that she came from Montfermeil.

He concentrates on one key phrase hidden under the sound of a street musician: " He'd kill us if he had the chance ".

Tim Finnegan lived in Walken streetA gentleman Irish, mighty oddHe had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hodYou see he'd a sort of a tipplin ' wayWith a love for the liquor he was bornAnd to send him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn '

After recording the second version of the song, Lennon wanted to do something different with it, as Martin remembered: " He'd wanted it as a gentle dreaming song, but he said it had come out too raucous.

" He'd always got drunk after the show but it had never got to the point where it would jeopardize the show itself.

He'd say, "... went to bank ... had problem ... sat down ... couldn't get out ... killed a woman ... very sad ...".

He'd always said you had to be ready to take off on short notice.

He'd had abscess there, it spread to both his eyes and one had to be removed.

He'd just come off back to back successes with Gloria Gaynor and Peaches & Herb and had won a Grammy for Gaynor's huge hit " I Will Survive ".

He'd find a disappointed Flynn, who had already sold all his gear in preparation for the move.

He'd led Frank Johnson's Colored Band and by 1818 had taken his band as far south as Richmond, Virginia, playing dances for white southerners.

He'd be an idiot to let them stay he thought, but he couldn't send them on, either.

He'd come out and show me that big fist of his when I wasn't bearing down the way he thought I should.

He'd made the awful journey that so many others had: He pulled himself from the clutches of The God That Failed, and then in his writing fashioned a vigorous new synthesis of traditional and libertarian thought – a synthesis that is today recognized by many as modern conservatism.

According to this hypothesis, Doyle as a private joke has Inspector MacDonald describe Moriarty: " He'd have made a grand meenister with his thin face and grey hair and his solemn-like way of talking.

He'd also rather not face them or Gustavus again in battle, and in particular not the American rifles which tore up his jaw and put him in declining health since he could not ingest solids.