She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

This, he was sure, was the way they would act ; ;

But I'm sure the other one was Lou ''.

Ramey heard the words again inside, weakened, the way moving water sounds through a grove of trees, until he was not sure whether it was sound or light-headedness pressing in his ears.

No one seemed to know for sure what had happened, nor was there any purpose or responsibility in the muttering feet and urgent voices behind the driver, beyond finding out.

`` I was expecting it, sure.

He had suspected this guy was trouble, and now he was sure of it.

Bang-Jensen said you told correspondents that you had checked in advance to make sure the term ' aberrant conduct ' was not libelous.

By now she was sure she was going to have a baby, deciding it would be born in India or Burma that November.

When he heard that Paul Whiteman was looking for singers to replace the Rhythm Boys, Mercer applied and got the job, `` not for my voice, I'm sure, but because I could write songs and material generally ''.

A special guard was posted at my end of the bridge to make sure I didn't cross, the ludicrousness of the situation being revealed fully in that everyone else -- men, women, and children, dogs, cats, horses, cars, trucks, baby carriages -- could cross Kehl bridge into Kehl without surveillance.

Lincoln was sure that he would not be re-elected.

It was the oldest and toughest question young lovers have ever asked: How can you be sure??

The three would never meet again, but for some reason or other Mr. Podger was sure he would always remember the incident.

I am sure that they did when Eisenhower was President.

He was not sure what kind of a man he had in hand.

He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.

How lightly her `` eventshah-leh '' passed into the crannies where I was storing dialect material for some vaguely dreamed opus, and how the word would echo.

His presence there, asleep in the grass, confirmed all that Mary Jane believed it was in his power to teach her: freedom from the tedium of needs such as hotels, the meaning of nature, how to live, simply, with the angels.

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

As he watched the man sit suddenly, a detached part of his mind observed how very difficult it was, really, to knock a man off his feet.

He was aware of her as a frightfully good-looking American WAC, a second lieutenant assigned to do the paper work, ( regardless of how important she might have thought she was ) in the Command offices, but that was all.

Now he was going to show how much he knew.

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.

Once, then -- for how many years or how few does not matter -- my world was bound round by fences, when I was too small to reach the apple tree bough, to twist my knee over it and pull myself up.

Prohibition was the law of the land, but it was unpopular ( how many of us oldsters took up drinking in prohibition days, drinking was so gay, so fashionable, especially in the sophisticated Northeast!!

He commented -- thoughtfully, a reporter told us -- that it was `` not too important for the individual how he ends up ''.

One thing Papa had not taught Henrietta was how to handle a young man as high-spirited and opinionated as herself.

But what you could not know, of course, was how smoothly the Victorian Fitzgerald was to lead into an American Fitzgerald of my own vintage under whose banner we adolescents were to come, if not of age, then into a bright, taut semblance of it.

Mama had told her how Emmett's lungs had been affected when he was gassed in the war.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

The water was there, so much of it that it spread all through the dead orchard.

Yes, there was plenty of water, too much, and that was probably the trouble.

So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.

He hated them too much to understand -- the people of this isolated law-unto-itself world that was Lord's world.

Such ranchers as Coble and Clay and the Bosler brothers carried him on their books as a cowhand even while he was receiving a much larger salary from parties unknown.

Curt was too involved in his own problems to pay much attention.

True, she was my Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me only by marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know or much care.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

His advice, his voice saying his poems, the fact that he had not so much as touched her -- on the contrary, he had put his head back and she had stroked his hair -- this was all new.

Yet he did drop his badinage with the ordinary country girl as much in deference to the Grafin as acknowledgement that here, indeed, was something special.

He speaks your language too, for he is the grandson of a chieftain on Taui who made much magic and was strong and cunning.

There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.

Keith was on his feet because he didn't care at all about life any more: Penny on her feet, proudly, because she cared too much.

Thus, to cite but one example, the Pax Britannica of the nineteenth century, whether with the British navy ruling the seas or with the City of London ruling world finance, was strictly national in motivation, however much other nations ( e.g., the United States ) may have incidentally benefited.

We get some clue from a few remembrances of childhood and from the circumstance that we are probably not much more afraid of people now than man ever was.

The fear of disease was formerly very much the kind of fear I have tried to describe.

It was a brilliant debut, so much so indeed that it aroused a new vitality in the younger poets, as did Byron's Childe Harold.

Years ago this was true, but with the replacement of wires or runners by radio and radar ( and perhaps television ), these restrictions have disappeared and now again too much is heard.

That is to say Gabriel's fundamental law had been so much modified by this time that it was neither fundamental nor law any more.

During the decade that followed, the common man, as that piece put it, grew uncomfortable as the Voice of God and fled from behind Saint Woodrow ( Wilson ) only to learn from Science, to his shocked relief that after all there was no God he had to speak for and that he was just an animal anyhow -- that there was a chemical formula for him, and that too much couldn't be expected of him.