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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.
It was dark and, I sensed, very large ; ;
Neither was he very powerful of build.
He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.
He seemed very pleased with himself, as though some intricate scheme was working out exactly as he had planned.
For a blood-chilling ring of terror to the very sound of his name was the tool he needed for the job he'd promised to do.
Horse smell was very strong, and he could hear the crunch of grain being ground between strong jaws.
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 caught up with me once and grabbed me, but I was all covered with zing -- it's very slippery, you know ''.
He was very tanned -- big hands might have torn him from a Coca-Cola poster.
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 a florid, puffy man in his early sixties, very natty in his yachting cap, striped jacket and white flannels.
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.
he was very thirsty, but he must observe water discipline.
School began in August, the hottest part of the year, and for the first few days Miss Langford was very lenient with the children, letting them play a lot and the new ones sort of get acquainted with one another.
He was over six feet tall and very thin.
The fear of disease was formerly very much the kind of fear I have tried to describe.
`` I knew I was carrying on with abstraction to its very end -- for me '', he said of the two years' output in Virginia.
It was very widely read, too ; ;
She was now enjoying the voyage very much.
Ann was very troubled.
Among the dolls was one that meant very much to the First Lady, who would pick it up and look at it often.
Mama was very patriotic, and one of the duties she was proudest of was repairing the edges of the flag that flew above the White House.
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It was funny but it was also touching.
The audience was fond of Harry Hawk, he was a dear, in or out of character, but he was not particularly funny.
If Simms Purdew would turn to him and say: `` Adam, you know when I was a boy, it was a funny thing happened.
This joke was not funny to Linda Kay, and she blushed, as she always did ; ;
He said he was the lonely type and working in a cellar you saw funny things coming out of the cracks in the wall if they wasn't nobody with you.
In his famous meeting with Nixon a couple of years ago he seemed to believe that he was as funny as Ed Wynn.
`` I'm General Burnside's horse, upside down '', Arlene said, sort of gaspingly, for her: even she had to breathe kind of funny when she was in that position.
She made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.
Miss Jen was funny that way, funny that she didn't seem to take to his ideas and perk up.
She was watching me intently, a funny little half-smile on her lips.
The sight of the small man in a uniform much too large for his less than 5-foot frame — the army did not issue uniforms small enough — was so disruptively funny that he was excused from parades and marching drills.
This childhood tragedy likely helped shape Capp ’ s cynical worldview, which, funny as it was, was certainly darker and more sardonic than that of the average newspaper cartoonist.
" From beginning to end, Capp was acid-tongued toward the targets of his wit, intolerant of hypocrisy, and always wickedly funny.
Oddly, one of the column's greatest opponents was the Express newspaper's owner, Lord Beaverbrook, who had to keep being assured the column was indeed funny.
By now she was pretty well used to these funny ways of his.
The concept of mixing pathos with comedy was likely learnt from Karno: Stan Laurel, Chaplin's co-performer at the company, remembered that Karno's sketches regularly inserted " a bit of sentiment right in the middle of a funny music hall turn ".
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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.
It was the only thing about her that was the least bit hard to remember.
The town was about what Wilson expected: one main street with its rows of false-fronted buildings, a water tower, a few warehouses, a single hotel ; ;
Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.
Everything about the clerk was trivial.
If, when this was all over, she found the words to tell him about it, she wondered if he would ever understand.
There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.
Somehow more terrible than the certainty that he was about to die was the knowledge that Lord would probably not suffer for it: the murder would go unpunished.
An inquest was held, and after a good deal of testimony about the anonymous notes, the county coroner estimated that the shooting had been done from a distance of 300 yards.
`` Fred was mighty crude about the way he took in cattle '' his own hired man, Andy Ross, mentioned later.
Against all expectation, Carmer was inside, clearly enjoying himself to the hilt and already so tipsy that it seemed unlikely he was bothering to note anything or anyone about him.
`` Gyp Carmer couldn't have known about Colcord's money unless he was told -- and who else would have told him ''??
The valley was only a few hundred yards wide with just about room enough for a properly performed hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.
He was about to make a gas check on his flight when Todman's voice broke in: `` Sweeneys!!
Mrs. Roebuck smilingly declined and began suddenly to go on about her son, who was `` onleh a little younguh than you bawhs ''.
The car was just about to us, its driver's fat, solemn face intent on the road ahead, on business, on a family in Sante Fe -- on anything but an old pick-up truck in which two human beings desperately needed rescue.
`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.
That was the new advertising angle -- something about a Lloyd's of London policy to insure the secrecy of the secret ingredient.
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.
Even as she was telling me about it I became aware of a give-away flush that suffused her neck and moved upwards to her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that when she entered the store she did not switch on the lights.
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