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He was in his car with his camera and equipment bag in less than two minutes, and it took him only three more to reach the corner, a block from Columbus Avenue.
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By failing to do as he was told instantly -- to take out a permit or return the gun to his car -- he had played into Lord's hands.
Still nursing anger I listlessly thumbed a car that was slowly approaching, its pre-war chrome nearly blinding me.
A big car was approaching, its chrome teeth grinning.
The car was just about to us, its driver's fat, solemn face intent on the road ahead, on business, on a family in Sante Fe -- on anything but an old pick-up truck in which two human beings desperately needed rescue.
Another car was coming, a tiny, dark shape on a far hill.
The car was approaching fast.
The Indian's arm whipped sidewise -- there was a flash of amber and froth, the crash of the bottle shattering against the side of the first car.
I was so scared well, I just ran to my car and came here ''.
Nicolas was dreaming he had his head pressed against the dashboard of a speeding car.
What had caught his attention was obscured by the car itself, so that neither the girl nor the truck drivers could see, but Benson knew what it was.
The freight car was cold, early in the morning.
He was pressed far back into the corner of the car on his hay sacks, the rattling and tinning of the wheels on the rails almost covering the sound of his ocarina.
`` I didn't know I was gonna have company in this car ''.
He advanced on them, and abruptly there was a shocked electricity in the car.
The car was waiting for him.
Harry ran to the side of the car where Alfred was sitting and looked at him, begging him to speak.
Another remained when an American Army car was recovered but with a broken glass.
It was doing very well, too, having reached the center, and was pursuing its way with commendable singleness of purpose when Mr. Podger saw hazard approaching in the shape of a flashy little sports car.
Eugene offered Harold his car, to use at any time he cared to, and when this offer was not accepted, the armchair creaked.
But he did not notice, and was already backing the car down to the road, saying `` Toot-toot ''!!
When they first married he had been working in the fields all day, and she would get in the car and drive to wherever he was working, to take him a fresh hot meal.
When the automobile was in its embryonic stage, such roads as existed were pretty much open roads with the tacit understanding that horses should not be unduly terrified being about the only rule governing where, when and how fast a car could go.
He had made such a fuss about buying that second car that he knew he was vulnerable.
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Gavin's stallion was in the barn and he tightened the cinches over the saddle blanket, working by touch in the darkness, comforting the animal with easy words.
Cabot turned back to the men and he was drunk with the thing they would do, wild to break from the cloying warmth of the saloon into the cold of the ebbing night.
Gavin's face was bloodless with excitement.
Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.
His mouth was open, his neck corded with the strain of his screams.
Out in front of our walls the grass was covered with dead and dying men, war shields, lances, blankets and wounded and dead horses.
The morning air was filled with the sweetish odor of new-spilled blood, the acrid stench of frightened horses, and the bitterness of burned powder.
Above me a dark rider was whipping his pony with a quirt in an attempt to hurdle the bales.
He was shaking with anger, his breath coming in long, painful gasps.
The town was about what Wilson expected: one main street with its rows of false-fronted buildings, a water tower, a few warehouses, a single hotel ; ;
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.
He was a man in his late forties, with graying hair, of medium height ; ;
It was partially cemented by ages and pressure, yet it crumpled before the onslaught of the powerful streams, the force of a thousand fire hoses, and with the gold it held washed down through the long sluices.
The man was tall, thin, with a narrow face and a too-large nose.
The ground was covered with soft pine needles and the slope was gentle.
Was it not possible, after all, that the forest was in league with her and her child that its sympathy lay with the Culvers that she had erred in failing to understand this??
She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.
Having persisted too long in deliberate ignorance and denial of the forces that threatened her, Pamela was relieved now to admit their potency and to be taking definite steps toward grappling with them.
Unconcerned, indifferent, unmotivated, the forest was simply there -- fighting man's depredations with more abundant growth and man's follies with its own musical evening laughter.
He was handsome, with his coal-black hair and eyes, his fine-chiseled features.
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