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.

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.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

He was losing patience again.

The coyote was calling again, and he hoped that this time there would be no other sounds to interrupt it.

When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.

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

By now Curt was seeing clearly again.

But his only hat was something else again.

Greg's mission was the last to leave, and as he circled the ships off Tacloban he saw the clouds were dropping down again.

I was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.

Just as I got to my knees, there was again the sound of the fence stretching, and I had time only to start taking my kneeling posture seriously.

The Indian was again raising his bottle, but to my astonished relief -- probably only a fraction of Johnson's -- the bottle this time went to the Indian's lips.

Then the darkness thinned, and there was light again, and then bright sunlight.

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.

The man seemed to sink a little as Ramey brought the tire iron down on his shoulder and it seemed that the blonde head was turning as he hit the man again, with his fist.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

He had his voice under control again: no one became aware that he was terrified by what had just happened to him.

Now it did not occur to him even to wonder whether it was wise for Robinson to dive again: Rob was his boy, the kid he had rescued from the streets, the object of his pride.

While she was struggling to get her skirt down and get on her feet again, Jack ran over, offered her his hand and said, `` Gosh, I'm sorry, Miss Langford.

As he talked about himself, time and again stuffing and dragging on his pipe, Steinberg began to relax and the initial hurried feeling grew faint and was dispelled.

A wheel squeaked on a hub, was still, and squeaked again.

After his passage, the street was empty again.

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.