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.

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.

Now he was going to show how much he knew.

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.

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.