He seemed very pleased with himself, as though some intricate scheme was working out exactly as he had planned.

He had his chance the very next morning, for exactly the same thing happened again.

Even in the very area where the shooting had been done, cattle were still disappearing.

Once again, he shook his head, kept his face expressionless and his voice very calm, and had a strongly supported alibi ready.

Mary Jane had made very little effort.

`` No thank you very much '', Schaffner had answered in his accented English.

It had been a very long time that had no form and no end.

I told him no, that I had had a very happy childhood.

for though their people had very few slaves themselves, yet they had been pretty considerable carriers of them to others ''.

Isn't it a bit odd that the three states of Southern New England ( Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island ) have had state institutions of university status only in the very recent past, these institutions having previously been A & M colleges??

`` We were possessed by visions of a new civilization to come, very pure and elevated '', he has said, `` in fact some ideal form of socialism such as we had dreamed of since the war of 1914-1918 ''.

The problem is rather to find out what is actually happening, and this is especially difficult for the reason that `` we are busily being defended from a knowledge of the present, sometimes by the very agencies -- our educational system, our mass media, our statesmen -- on which we have had to rely most heavily for understanding of ourselves ''.

I had had difficulties from the very first day.

This was the very sort of legislation that Roosevelt himself had in mind.

In one of the very few letters in which he ever complained of Meynell, Thompson told Patmore of his distress at having had to leave London before this new friendship had developed further: ``

Fulton was a very close friend of Jackson, and had been his private secretary for a number of years in the old days.

By 1834 the art of oratory had reached a very high level in the United States as a literary form.

When Fred wheeled him back into his room, the big one looking out on the back porch, and put him to bed, Papa told him he was very tired but that he had enjoyed greatly the trip downtown.

One had to find a donor, and usually very quickly, whose blood corresponded with the patient's.

Even so, Edward's ambassadors can scarcely have foreseen that five years of unremitting work lay ahead of them before peace was finally made and that when it did come the countless embassies that left England for Rome during that period had very little to do with it.

But a moment later he brought his horse forward into the light, and Wilson had a good look at him.

An inquest was held, and after a good deal of testimony about the anonymous notes, the county coroner estimated that the shooting had been done from a distance of 300 yards.

There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.

But both were high-spirited and vivacious, both had tempers to control, both loved languages, especially English and German, both were good teachers and wrote for publication.

It had better be good.

`` Little Rock is, without any flattery, one of the dullest towns in the United States and I would not have remained two hours in the place, if I had not met with some good friends who made me forget its dreariness ''.

Obviously the commander-in-chief had confidence that Morgan would furnish him good intelligence too, for on the 23rd of May, he told Morgan that the British were prepared to move, perhaps in the night, and asked Morgan to have two of his best horses ready to dispatch to General Smallwood with the intelligence obtained.

They had my mother's opinion of him: that he was too sharp or a little too good to be true.

Alfred, who was a good deal older than Harry, had treated him like a son, and when Harry decided to stay in business with Lew instead of going with Alfred, Alfred looked on the decision as a betrayal.

The daughter, Lilly, was a very good friend of mine and I always had hopes that someday she and Meltzer would find each other.

His servant Robin Whitney threatened Quiney, who had Whitney bound to `` the good abaringe '' to keep the peace.

But one day came the voice of a man I had known when he was a boy, and I later remembered that this boy, thirty years before, had struck me as coming to no good.

He said, `` We had a good time tonight, didn't we, Earl ''??

`` I had natural sock '', he says, ' as a storyteller and was precociously good at description, dialogue, and most of the other staples of the fiction-writer's trade but I was bugged by a mammoth complex of thoughts and feelings that prevented me from doing more than just diddling the surface of sustained fiction-writing ''.

Without the good magazines, without their book reviews, their hospitality to European writers, without above all their awareness of literary standards, we might very well have had a generation of Krim's heroes -- Wolfes, Farrells, Dreisers, and I might add, Sandburgs and Frosts and MacLeishes in verse -- and then where would we be??

Until the last year or so the profession of friendship with the United States had been an article of faith with Trujillo, and altogether too often this profession was accepted here as evidence of his good character.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

But even so, he had a good year in 1960 and won't do too much better.

One day, Ching had told him ( smiling, patting him on the back ) as they walked to the weekly conference of squad leaders, `` Keep it up, your squad is good, one of the best, keep it up, keep up the good work ''.

But then, after the little operetta had been given its feeble amateur rendering, everyone insisted that it was too good to be lost forever, and that the Royal Academy of Music must now have the manuscript in order to give it the really first-rate performance it merited.

The Abbot of St. Eloi, Claude De Mommor, had been a good friend, but not even he thought Charles deserved burial in hallowed ground.

John closed his eyes and saw once again the little niche in his mother's bedroom, where she had knelt to tell the good Virgin of her needs.