He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.

Kid Boyd was unusually silent, Rankin watchful, a few paces apart.

Dill was silent as if he hated to answer, and Barton had a cold, sick feeling of apprehension.

Brassnose was strangely silent.

L. M. Birkhead challenged him to name one and he was silent.

It was a strained, silent lunch.

He was a wiry, inscrutable, silent country boy from the red clay of rural Alabama, and he spoke with the broad drawl that others normally make fun of.

At the very end, when the audience was silent and breathless, a collection was taken and then slowly everyone filed out.

Eugene was not entirely silent, or openly rude -- unless asking Harold to move to another chair and placing himself in the fauteuil that creaked so alarmingly was an act of rudeness.

All about me there was a hectic interplay of meetings taking place, like abrupt, jerky scenes in old silent movies, joyous greetings and beginnings, huggings and kissings, enthusiastic forays into the festive night.

He could tell them his fears of being involved, he could explain what had happened in the old neighborhood and how Mae had misunderstood and how she had held it over him -- the scene was complete in his mind at the moment, even to his own jerkings and snivelings, and Ferguson's silent patience.

He was silent again, possibly listening to the sounds in the squadroom.

The sudden silence was too silent.

It was silent in the stone alley.

I was silent.

The closet was faintly fragrant with lavender, and as Lucy shut the door an unhappy memory slipped into her mind, like a lavender ghost: Greg's house, on the day he was buried, and the child, pale, silent, baffled, watching the funeral guests with panicky eyes.

She was silent for a while, then said, `` Why are you so unhappy ''??

At two that morning, he was still walking -- up and down Peony, up and down the veranda, up and down the silent, moonlit beach.

Upon reaching the desired speed, the automatic equipment would cut off the drive, and the silent but not empty vessel would hurl towards the star which was its journey's end.

In a culture that set a high value on oratory and public performances of all kinds, in which the production of books was very labor-intensive, the majority of the population was illiterate, and where those with the leisure to enjoy literary works also had slaves to read for them, written texts were more likely to be seen as scripts for recitation than as vehicles of silent reflection.

However, there is also evidence that silent reading did occur in antiquity and that it was not generally regarded as unusual.

Though only a relatively short walk separated it from my own part of town, its character was wholly foreign to me.

Forced to realize that this was the end of a very short line I scanned a road marker and discovered what the end of a slightly longer line would be for the old Mexican: Moriarty, New Mexico.

He was in his early forties, rather short and very compactly built, and with a manner that was reserved and stiff despite his efforts to adapt himself to American ways.

A little man with a `` a dark copper color '' skin, he was wearing `` calico trousers and a white cotton short gown ''.

The total operation was a construction project comparable in magnitude with the Panama Canal, but in 1917 time was in short supply ; ;

There was no time in the short Mexican encounter to evolve a solution but the area provided a proving ground for new departures in the near future.

Later, rising ninety, he was beset by publishers for the story of his life and miracles, as he put it, but, calling himself the Needy Knife-grinder, he had spent his time writing short articles and long letters and could not get even a small popular book done.

But he, as I can now retort, was the man who could see so short a distance ahead that after a visit to Russia he gave voice to the famous exclamation: `` I have seen the future and it works ''.

Upon a visit to a local junior college last week, I was shocked to see the young ladies wearing short shorts and the young men wearing Bermuda shorts.

the days seemed short, perhaps because his routine was, each day, almost the same.

He had preached a short sermon, trying to talk man-to-man to the audience, to tell them who he was, what he had done in Macon and Birmingham, and what he proposed to do here.

Life was a short play of tenebrous shadows.

His steps were short and stiff, and, with his head thrown back, his progress was a supercilious strut.

In the cruel clearness of her memory the boy remained unchanged, quick with the delight of laughter, and the pain with which she recalled that short destroyed childhood was still unendurable to her.

Why it was ever forgotten for even a moment I cannot say because it works perfectly for everyone, no matter whether he has short or long thigh-bone lengths!!

But during the last several years boats were launched in areas where, a short time ago, the only water to be found was in wells and watering troughs for livestock.

From proud pool-owners to perpetual hosts and handymen was a short step -- no more than the change from city clothes to trunks.

He devised a detonating fuse in which a short wire was caused to glow by an electric current.

There was a short pause for reflection.

One growth center in a short bone -- distal phalanx of the second finger -- was chosen as an example for discussion here, primarily because epiphyseal-diaphyseal fusion, the maturity indicator for Completion in long and short bones, occurs in this center for girls near the menarche and for boys near their comparable pubescent stage.

In short, scientific sampling was introduced in place of subjective sampling.

In short, it was centered around learning how to develop a more sensitive empathy.