The Gap looming before him -- the place where had confronted Jack English on that day so many years ago -- was his exit from all that had meaning to him.

And one had been too many.

Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.

She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

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

Hell, I gave him the first decent job he ever had, six, seven -- how many years ago was it, Rob ''??

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

To say that science had reduced many such fears merely reiterates the obvious and frequent statement that science eliminated much of magic and superstition.

I had read the story many times without asking myself why it affected me or caring why it did.

There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.

The sneers at Hearst changed to concern when it was seen that he had strong support in many parts of the country.

As the field on which my tent was pitched was a favorite natural playground for the kids of the neighborhood, I had made many friends among them, taking part in their after-school games and trying desperately to translate Grimm's Fairy Tales into an understandable French as we gathered around the fire in front of the tent.

`` Mr. Wolfe had been in declining health for many years and death was not unexpected ''.

In describing it to Professor Baker after it had been chosen for production, he defended his great array of characters by declaring that he had included that many not because `` I didn't know how to save paint '', but because the play required them.

According to William Ringler's study, Stephen Gosson, the theater business in London had become a thriving enterprise by 1577, and, in the opinion of many, a thoroughly bad business.

But you could ( as from yourself ) tell her that you had friends who, being with the army, don't know what to do with their money and would willingly let her have one or many thousand dollars ''.

I had always thought of that lovable man as many years older than myself, although he was perhaps only twenty years older, and he confirmed my feeling, along with the feeling of both my sons, that teachers of the classics are invariably endearing.

Finally, colleges and clubs took the line that speakers from England were not wanted any longer, even speakers like S.K., so unlike the novelists and poets who had patronized the Americans for many years.

The revolution in jazz that took place around 1949, the evolution from the `` bebop '' school of Dizzy Gillespie to the `` cool '' sound of Miles Davis and Lennie Tristano, Lee Konitz, and the whole legend of Charlie Parker, had made an impression on many academic and literary men.

We had walked it many times and shivered, figuring what a fish barrel it had been for the French.

Last year, after Trujillo had been cited for numerous aggressions in the Caribbean, the United States and many other members of the Organization of American States broke diplomatic relations with him.

He did mention in his column the fact that he had received many letters about this and he himself did not understand the networks and the independent local stations' not doing this -- but nothing happened.

He had known women like that, one woman in particular.

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.