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.

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

The moon had sunk below the black crest of the mountains and the land, seen through eyes that had grown accustomed to the absence of light, looked primeval, as if no man had ever trespassed before.

Hell, they were fightin' each other so hard they had no time for anyone else.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

It seemed to Barton that the green eyes mocked him, the thin-lipped smile held insolence, but he had no time to waste now.

Perhaps she had no reason to fear these trees that whispered their secrets above her head as she passed.

Moreover, as long as the weapon was carried openly, the sheriff's office had made no previous issue of it.

Brannon had no slicker.

For men who had left cattle alone after getting their first notices had received no second.

There had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.

Ross had no intention of searching for the assassin.

When Fred Powell's brother-in-law, Charlie Keane, moved into the dead man's home, the anonymous letter writer took no chances on Charlie taking up where Fred had left off and wasted no time on a first notice:

While no larger than Dutch Springs, this mining supply town had the appearance of being far busier and more prosperous.

He had no idea which was up and which was down.

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

His wife had said to him: `` Nellie is in love with Clayton Roy.

He was asking had it been she who left the love note in his sheets ( she also served as maid ) when he saw the Grafin followed by a stately blond girl approaching his table.

The people everywhere had grown meanwhile in devotion to basic democratic principles, in understanding of and belief in the federal balance, and in love of their Union.

But to me Beckett's writing had seemed permeated with love for human beings and with a kind of humor that I could reconcile neither with despair nor with nihilism.

Grigorss overcomes the suitor in battle, delivers the city from its oppressors and marries Sibylla who had fallen in love with the beautiful knight the moment she saw him.

so Cyrus Adler became interested in her friend Racie Friedenwald, and Joe Jastrow -- the only young man who when he wrote had the temerity to address her as Henrietta, and signed himself Joe -- fell in love with pretty sister Rachel.

This included Mamma, jolly, generous, and pretty, with whom they all fell in love, just as Papa had first fallen in love with her Mamma before he chose her ; ;

I had long since begun to lose my general innocence when I lost my trust in you, but this special innocence I lost before ever I loved, through my discovery that one could tremble with desire and even experience a flaming delight that had nothing, nothing whatever to do with friendship or liking, let alone with love.

) By the time the streetcar pulled away, he had fallen in love with Paula.

His very honest act called up the recent talk I had with another minister, a modest Methodist, who said: `` I feel so deeply blessed by God when I can give a message of love and comfort to other men, and I would have it no other way: and it is unworthy to think of self.

Rousseau had to admit that though he couldn't agree to a public performance, he would indeed, just for his own private satisfaction, dearly love to know how his work would sound when done by professional musicians and by trained voices.

Nothing in all the preceding years had had the power to bring me closer to a knowledge of profound sorrow than the breakup of camp, the packing away of my camp uniforms, the severing of ties with the six or ten people I had grown most to love in the world.

Like Eliot, in my fantasies, I had a proud bearing and, with a skill that was vaguely continental, I would lead Jessica through an evening of dancing and handsome descriptions of my newest exploits, would guide her gently to the night's climax which, in my dreams, was always represented by our almost suffocating one another to death with deep, moist kisses burning with love.

The night after reading her letter about her surgeon uncle -- it must have been late in September -- I had a vision of myself returned in ragged uniform from The Front, nearly dying, my head bandaged and blooded, and Jessica bending over me, the power of her love bringing me back to life.

It might be, indeed it had already proved to be a marriage without love, but it was marriage.

Indeed, there was a woman who, unasked, had already given him love.

Sunday he had added, `` We can love Eisenhower the man, even if we considered him a mediocre president but there is nothing left of the Republican Party without his leadership ''.

It was `` Duty '' he said that his parents had given him as a rule -- beyond even the love that suffused his being and the sense of humor with which he was largely supplied -- and it was duty he would perform, though it cost him acute pain and exhausted him by the age of fifty.

It was for love that he had served the Navy.

To have someday that love returned was what he had lived for.

But suppose she had not taken Mrs. Mathias' advice and lived on like thousands of women in towns, dispossessed of love, hanging on to makeshifts, and altogether and finally arid.

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 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.

And, for the sake of Julia and Susan, it had to be tried.

I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.

For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.

I had for some time been hoping, in vain, for one of the dim figures to pass between the fan vents and myself.

No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.

He had been the auditor for the mining syndicate, and he had stolen fifty thousand dollars of the syndicate's money.

He had done time for the theft.

That mistake, she thought, had cost her dearly these past few days, and she wanted to avoid falling into any more of the traps that the mountain might set for her.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

Never, he'd once told Joyce, had he encountered any man or situation that called for a gun.

A wildcatter had to be prepared for almost any emergency.

That was the day that he had practically mopped up the main street of Big Sands with Aaron McBride, field boss for the Highlands Oil & Gas Company.

Tom had been laying for Aaron McBride for a long time, just waiting to catch him out of line.

He had a legitimate reason for wearing it.

Hank had gathered wood for a cookfire, and his wife was busy at it now.