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

He knew who was riding after him -- the men he had known all his life, the men who had worked for him, sworn their loyalty to him.

For Matilda, it was the first she had known in many a night.

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.

( Would she have been able to had she known that the blanket belonged to a young ballet dancer Nicolas had found his first night in one of Walter's marked bars??

He had always known how to find a bed, and on his own terms.

When the possibility that he had not given reconsideration to so weighty a decision seemed to disconcert his questioners, Mr. Eisenhower was known to make his characteristic statement to the press that he was not going to talk about the matter any more.

Besides, Miss Henrietta -- as she was generally known since she had put up her hair with a chignon in the back -- had little time to spare them from her teaching and writing ; ;

I had known him for some years, when I was a delegate and before, and this manner had never been his ''.

Never well known, but he had done his work competently.

Taking into account Thompson's capacity for self-dramatization and the possibility of a wish to identify his own life with the misfortunes of other poets who had known unhappy loves, there can be no doubt about his genuine emotion for Katie King.

But things were worked out in the family and late in August he wrote Miss McCrady an explanatory letter in which he told her that matters at home had been in an unsettled condition after Papa's death and he had not known whether he would stay at home with Mama, accept the Northwestern job, or return to Harvard.

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.

However, at eighty-five, he had still been busy writing articles, reviewing and speaking, and I had never before known an Englishman who had visited and lectured in three quarters of the United States.

The differentiation between the East Coast and West Coast schools of jazz, the differences between the `` hard bop '' school of Rollins, and the `` cerebral '' experiments of Tristano, Konitz and Marsh, the general differences in the mores of white and Negro musicians, all had become fairly well known to certain segments of the public.

And there, on the way, had been the box turtle, that slow, self-contained, world-ignoring relic of pre-history, bent, for reasons best known to itself, on crossing the road.

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.

But a glance at Songau and the other women confirmed what Brassnose had blurted out.

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.

But in the middle of the last century an island woman named `` Karipo '' seized a spear in the heat of an inter-tribal battle and rallied the women after their men had fled.

Miraculously, Karipo and her women had succeeded in driving a hundred invaders from the isle of Pamasu back to their war canoes, after considerable loss of life on both sides.

He had a war reputation, but this was the kind of man women like even without medals.

Lithe and muscular, he had well-molded features, and his light color told of the European ancestors who had been intimate with the slave women of his family.

She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.

and in her forthright way, Henrietta, who in her story of Sara had indicated her own unwillingness `` to think of men as the privileged '' and `` women as submissive and yielding '', felt obliged to defend vigorously any statement of hers to which Morris Jastrow took the slightest exception -- he objected to her stand on the Corbin affair, as well as on the radical reforms of Dr. Wise of Hebrew Union College -- until once, in sheer desperation, he wrote that he had given up hope they would ever agree on anything.

He composed songs and set them to music and sang them in a soft, melodious voice, and when his audience had had enough of music he would discourse on politics or tell stories of his western adventures guaranteed to excite the emotions of men and women alike.

This was one of the Irish women who had built their own huts down near the river.

but he had sketched the women of Tuscany in their fields and homes.

How many women had longed for the privilege that was hers.

The attempt had failed because, when endeavoring to cut his wrists, this murderer of seven women had fainted at the sight of blood.

The husbands of these women and others I had met in Catatonia were distinguished only in that they were, to me at least, indistinguishable.

It ranged from two women members who had experienced premarital pregnancy to one couple twelve years married and seemingly unable to conceive.

Palfrey had already made up his mind that he would allow the men, but not the women, to choose freely whether or not to go North for freedom.

While women had always attended ball games in small numbers ( it was the part of a `` dead game sport '' in the early years of the twentieth century to be taken out to the ball park and to root, root, root for the home team ), they had often sat in patient martyrdom, unable even to read the scoreboard, which sometimes seemed to indicate that one team led another by a score of three hundred and eighty to one hundred and fifty-one.

The radio broadcasts themselves were often so patiently informative, despite the baseball jargon, that girls and women could begin to store up in their minds the same sort of random and meaningless statistics that small boys had long learned better than they ever did their lessons in school.

Start out fresh, the two of us, like nothin had ever happened ''.

Coming over the wall he had seemed like a hideous devil.

And I had hardly finished my business in the toilet on the aforementioned occasion when the lights in that place, like the hall lights controlled from the switch in the office, flicked off and on impatiently.

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

He knew that anything a brainy little lady like her had to say would be plumb important, as well as pleasin' to the ear, and he didn't want to miss a word of it.

Joyce had seen him like this once before -- more than once, actually, but on one particularly memorable occasion.

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

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

He had never seen clouds like them before, but he had the primitive feel of danger that gripped a man before a hurricane in Carolina.

It had always seemed strange to Ramey that to disguise himself as a tourist, an ex-truck driver like Horsely would merely pick something outlandish and put it on his head.

He had strength in his six-foot frame, but it was like the tensile steel in a rapier.

Waddell was not an eminently moral person, but he did not like what he had just heard.

but if it had been, it had been smothered until now by fear ): you could tell it by the way she watched the older, bigger boys, like Jack.

she cherished rare and delicate plants like oleanders in tubs and wall-flowers and lemon verbenas in pots that had to be wintered in the cellar ; ;

and `` Marmee '' March, like Sophie Szold, was the competent manager of her brood of girls, of whom the Marches had only four to the Szolds' five.

Neither was Henrietta hoydenish like Jo, who frankly wished she were a boy and had deliberately shortened her name, which, like Henrietta's, was the feminine form of a boy's name.

Sadie, like Beth March, suffered ill health -- got rheumatic fever and had to be careful of her heart -- but that never dampened her spirits.

and when a young man like Morris Jastrow had enjoyed the Szold hospitality, he felt obliged to send his respects and his gifts not merely to Henrietta, in whom he was really interested, but to all the Szold girls and Mamma.

The first news stories had it that this blaze was started by a bolt of lightning, as though Miriam could call down fire from heaven like a prophet of the Old Testament.

When Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen began their collaboration in 1940, Mercer, like Arlen, had several substantial film songs to his credit, among them `` Hooray For Hollywood '', `` Ride, Tenderfoot, Ride '', `` Have You Got Any Castles, Baby??