Sometimes I wondered vaguely what he did about women for my Aunt, by blood, had died some years ago, but neither of us said anything.

This showed that common sense had not died out at the county and village level -- though why the unhappy and obviously unbalanced woman was not restrained remains a puzzle.

Mama was now the first maid to Mrs. Coolidge, because Catherine, the previous first maid, had become ill and died.

Thomas the elder married twice, had seventeen children, and died in 1615.

This refers to what had happened after the Earl of Warwick died in 1590, when the town petitioned Burghley for the right to name the vicar and schoolmaster and other privileges but Greville bought the lordship for himself.

A British writer, Richard Haestier, in a book, Dead Men Tell Tales, recalls that in the turmoil preceding the French Revolution the body of Henry 4,, who had died nearly 180 years earlier, was torn to pieces by a mob.

She was the widow of a writer who had died in an airplane crash, and Mickie had found her a job as head of the historical section of the Treasury.

Charles had died two weeks before, in early November, without being reconciled to the Church.

The canons, in a body, had tried to force him on his deathbed to let them give him the last rites of the Church, but he had died still proclaiming salvation by faith.

Back in Bavaria he had seen that gesture, and at that sight his heart had always died within him.

The red glow from the cove had died out of the sky.

Even Rector himself was prey to this spirit of competition and he knew it, not for a more exalted office in the hierarchy of the church -- his ambitions for the bishopry had died very early in his career -- but for the one clear victory he had talked about to the colonel.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

A politician was approached by a man seeking the office of a minor public official who had just died.

The storms of the past had died away, and the great upheaval which was to mark the following century had not yet begun to disturb men's minds.

She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.

McClellan, who had once lost his medical license temporarily on a charge of drug addiction, was with her when she died.

He did this by the charming practice of buying up used electric blankets for $5 to $10 from survivors of patients who had died, reconditioning them, and selling them at $185 each.

She had quarreled with Lucien, she had resisted his demands for money -- and if she died, by the provisions of her marriage contract, Lucien would inherit legally not only the immediate sum of gold under the floorboards in the office, but later, when the war was over, her father's entire estate.

Both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and there was even a faint similarity of features.

He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.

He had looked over my forms and was impressed by what he had seen there ; ;

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

He himself had heard that there was gangster money in the company, but that had nothing to do with him.

The cook, Mateo Garcia, had arrived there long before the herd.

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.

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.

Just as I got to my knees, there was again the sound of the fence stretching, and I had time only to start taking my kneeling posture seriously.

I had come to New Orleans two years earlier after graduating college, partly because I loved the city and partly because there was quite a noted art colony there.

In one hand he gripped firmly a parasol though there had been no indication of rain.

Some had been there for years ; ;

No one seemed to know for sure what had happened, nor was there any purpose or responsibility in the muttering feet and urgent voices behind the driver, beyond finding out.

The fear had not entirely gone from her face, but there were some other emotions now, crowding into her eyes and the lines of her mouth.

`` Hi there, Schaffner '', he had said.

Then there was no saying how many times the marine had blown his nose on the handkerchief.

Had the situation been reversed, had, for instance, England been the enemy in 1898 because of issues of concern chiefly to New England, there is little doubt that large numbers of Southerners would have happily put on their old Confederate uniforms to fight as allies of Britain.

Though the four boys and two girls, the youngest nineteen years of age, the oldest twenty-four, came from varying backgrounds and had different professional and personal interests, there was surprising agreement among them.

A friend of mine in New Mexico said the Court order had caused no particular trouble out there, that all had gone as merry as a marriage bell.

During the decade that followed, the common man, as that piece put it, grew uncomfortable as the Voice of God and fled from behind Saint Woodrow ( Wilson ) only to learn from Science, to his shocked relief that after all there was no God he had to speak for and that he was just an animal anyhow -- that there was a chemical formula for him, and that too much couldn't be expected of him.

If he had married her, he'd have been asking for trouble.

His plans and dreams had revolved around her so much and for so long that now he felt as if he had nothing.

He had plenty of work to do.

He had no idea how much time Budd would give him.

In any case, he had no intention of being caught asleep, so he carried his revolver in its holster on his hip and he took his Winchester with him and leaned it against the fence.

It could be some kind of trick Budd had thought up.

His visitors had crawled through the south fence and were crossing the meadow, angling toward the house.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

Any lingering suspicion that this was a trick Al Budd had thought up was dispelled.

Besides, she had a sweet face that attracted him.

He put her down on the couch, and going into the kitchen, saw that the boy had dropped into a chair beside the table.

He had seen a few nester wagons go through the country, the families almost starving to death, but he had never seen any of them on foot and as bad off as these two.

Morgan returned to the kitchen, built a fire, and carried in several buckets of water from the spring which he poured into the copper boiler that he had placed on the stove.

There was more to this than Jones had told him.

He told himself he had never seen two people eat so much.

`` We had to do something ''.

Clayton tried to call back the face of the man he had known.

Gavin's lips moved so that Clayton had to stoop to catch the words.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

When he had finished he led him and the mare to the porch.

The stallion had smelled the mare coming into heat and began to paw the turf, shaking his head.