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He was thinking his way into a new novel, a big one, one that people had been waiting for.
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Morgan hesitated, thinking that if this was a trick, it was a good one.
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.
They might kill him in his sleep, thinking there was money in the house.
He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.
Joe Purvis was thinking back many years.
He was thinking that the way she had responded to his own kiss hadn't meant what he had believed it had.
he was long past the point of coherent thinking.
I was thinking about that.
Keith Sterling had looked down on the Brahmaputra more times than he could remember, during the war days when he flew over the Hump of the world, thinking it high adventure in those times before man was guiding himself through outer space.
He was thinking, big deal: skipper on his drunken fishing parties for seven years and no better off than when I started.
Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.
The first systematic thinking about this Pandora's box within Pandora's boxes was done four years ago by Fred Ikle, a frail, meek-mannered Swiss-born sociologist.
The portrait that had developed, fragmentarily but consistently, was the portrait of a man to whom serious thinking is alien enough that the making of a decision inhibits, when it does not forestall, any ability to review the decision in the light of new evidence.
Years were to pass before these plans came off the paper, and Wright was justified in thinking, as the projects failed, that much of what he had to show his country and the world would never be seen except by visitors to Taliesin.
As always, the ranks worked out new and better tactics, but there was brilliance in the way the field commands adopted these methods and in the way the army commanders incorporated them into their military thinking.
The fossilized, formalized, precedent-based thinking of the legendary military brain was not evident in Sherman's armies.
He was thinking chiefly of Cap.
He was happy enough to take the convertible and race up the hill to the Blevins', thinking that they might give him a drink.
I knew better but I was thinking of the Pedersen kid mother-naked in all that dough.
He was awful angry because he'd thought Ma was going to do something big, something heroic even, especially for her I know him I know him we felt the same sometimes while Ma wasn't thinking about that at all, not anything like that.
Bobby Joe was thinking about something else.
In working out the practical legal conclusions President Waters was not thinking only of this pilot project, for it is planned to duplicate this program or system in other builder developments nationally.
was and way
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.
Then he was on his way at a gallop.
In his mood, it was the best way to handle him ; ;
This, he was sure, was the way they would act ; ;
`` Fred was mighty crude about the way he took in cattle '' his own hired man, Andy Ross, mentioned later.
The mere fact that the tall figure with the rifle and field glasses had been seen riding that way was enough to frighten three rustling homesteaders out of the Upper Laramie country in a single week.
The hands and their bosses saw him as a lone knight of the range, waging a dedicated crusade against a lawless new society that was threatening a beloved way of life.
From the way the wound in his head was itching, Dan knew that it would heal.
She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.
Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.
All the doors were open at this hour except one, and it was toward this that Stevens made his way with Russ close at his shoulder.
Leading his pony, he hurried that way, not remounting till he was well below the level of the surrounding range.
There was, of course, no way for the other planes to get by them.
The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.
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.
It was nearly sundown and he went to the back of the wagon, half-swimming his way, for he was not a tall man.
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When the meal was ready, he told Jones to wash up, and going into the front room, woke the girl.
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.
The first part of the road was steep, but it leveled off after the second bend and curled gradually into the valley.
Clyde Miller was crying softly to himself, shedding his striped suit and fumbling into the nondescript butternut pants, the worn brown shirt.
For everyone involved knew that the whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell Barton the fuse which could send it into explosive violence.
It was payday for Highlands, and he was packing a lot of money back into the oil fields.
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.
When it was followed by a second, whining even closer, Cobb swerved sharply aside into a depression.
Whoever was out there hiding in the brushy cover was besieging the Antler house and, having spotted his approach, was determined to drive him off before he could get into the fight.
Every plane that could fly was sent into the air.
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.
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.
It was as if they could hardly wait to get into their costumes, cover their faces with masks and go adventuring.
Singing into the mirror and his interested eyes, he was pleased to note, when he stripped for his own bath, that he still had the best part of his Italian sun tan.
Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.
Our lifeboat was filling rapidly and despite what I had heard of the inhabitants of Eromonga, I was glad to see a long and graceful outrigger manned by three bronzed girls glide out of a lagoon into the open sea and toward our craft.
She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.
In two minutes the body of Tilghman's former comrade, who had been killed by Blue Throat in a gambling brawl the previous night, was carried into the town's funeral parlor to be prepared for decent burial.
Within seconds the big barn was blasted into smoking splinters, with every outlaw either dead or injured inside.
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