He treats her like she was dirt.

The wind of their running was cold and wild, the horses were lathered and their manes streamed like stiff black pennants in the wind.

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

I felt certain that the director, like the afternoon clerk, seldom moved beyond the counter, that the hall, to them, was a jungle, a dark and unwelcome place.

Hague, like all who worked near the pits, was partly deafened from the constant assault against his eardrums.

It was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood like a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun and human time.

Donna was like he was.

A man like Jess would want to have a ready means of escape in case it was needed.

It was like hitting a sack of salt.

There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.

Johnson unwired the right hand door, whose window was, like the left one, merely loosely-taped fragments of glass, and Johnson wadded himself into a narrow seat made still more narrow by three cases of beer.

There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

For several weeks we eyed one another almost like sparring partners, and then one day Uncle was slightly indisposed and stayed home ; ;

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.

There was no valley like this on your map.

The Bonaventure was quivering and lurching like an old spavined mare.

There was a wooden tower or derrick there, something like a ski jump ; ;

It was embarrassing to see strapping, blonde Brassnose comport himself like a child who talks about bogeymen.

At first, I thought he was out of his head, talking wildly like this.

Maybe he was only doing the best he knew how, like any of us.

His arms hung like empty shirt sleeves, and his mouth was slightly open.

Once again, Tom Horn was the first and most likely suspect, and he was brought in for questioning immediately.

Jackson was doing most of the talking.

Over the rapidly-diminishing outline of a jump seat piled high with luggage Herry's black brushcut was just discernible, near, or enviably near that spot where -- hidden -- more delicately-textured, most beautifully tinted hair must still be streaming back in cool, oh cool wind sweetly perfumed with sagebrush and yucca flowers and engine fumes.

Now, he was just in the late poems of Holderlin and therefore had most of the nineteenth century before him -- plus next semester's class preparation.

Mary Jane might not be the most intelligent woman, but she was one of the most determined.

And while he was ever alert for game, and most particularly a tiger, Penny marvelled at the Eden they were traversing.

He was most eager to make the dive ; ;

Col. Henri Garvier was one of New Orleans' most important and enlightened slave owners.

He proudly wore the blue livery of her house, for the girl was Madame Delphine Lalaurie, wife of the prominent surgeon, Dr. Louis Lalaurie, who bore one of the South's oldest and most cherished names.

She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.

Time's editor, Thomas Griffith, in his book, The Waist-High Culture, wrote: `` most of what was different about it ( the Deep South ) I found myself unsympathetic to.

What they wished for most was security ; ;

what they feared most was war or political instability in their own country.

All but the most rabid of Confederate flag wavers admit that the Old Southern tradition is defunct in actuality and sigh that its passing was accompanied by the disappearance of many genteel and aristocratic traditions of the reputedly languid ante-bellum way of life.

But the most notable thing about the incantation of these ex-liberals was that the one-time shibboleth of socialism was conspicuously absent.

Anyone who tried to remedy some of the most glaring defects in our form of democracy was denounced as a traitorous red whose real purpose was the destruction of our government.

Mann understood better than most men the incest comedy at the center of the myth and the psychological truth in which dread is shown as the other face as longing was for him just the kind of deep and complicated joke he liked to tell.

After a year in a studio on Sheridan Square, having married an American girl who was a native of Virginia, Helion moved to a village in the Blue Ridge mountains, where he produced some of the most imposing of his abstract canvases.

While convalescing in his Virginia home he wrote a book recording his prison experiences and escape, entitled: They Shall Not Have Me Published originally in ( Helion's ) English by Dutton & Co. of New York, in 1943, the book was received by the press as a work of astonishing literary power and one of the most realistic accounts of World War 2, from the French side.

and, `` I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world '', burst out Jo some five hundred pages later in that popular story of the March family, which had first appeared when Henrietta was eight ; ;

Only what else was she singing but the old Song of Songs, that most ancient of tunes that nature plays with such unfailing response upon young nerves??