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I had turned at the corner of the field and I had to look back to raise the plow and then to drop it again into the earth, and I was thinking of the boy and the water anyway, and when I looked again down the furrow, the snake was there.
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I and had
And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.
As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.
In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
At first I thought he had missed.
I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.
Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.
One afternoon, upon receiving permission and the necessary instructions from the clerk, I had visited the toilet adjoining the hall.
For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.
I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.
I had for some time been hoping, in vain, for one of the dim figures to pass between the fan vents and myself.
It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.
And I had hardly finished my business in the toilet on the aforementioned occasion when the lights in that place, like the hall lights controlled from the switch in the office, flicked off and on impatiently.
I had signed it off on the forms.
Although I had been inside it I had not yet seen it functioning.
I and turned
They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.
I quickly turned around and began to drink.
I guided her to the divan, turned off the TV, faced her.
I turned to look at the lubra.
And I select this sentence as its pertinent summation: `` in essence the drama of his ( Eisenhower's ) Presidency can be described as the ordeal of a nation turned conservative and struggling -- thus far with but limited and precarious success -- to give effective voice and force to that conservatism ''.
But every time I suggested this to her, Mrs. Wright turned it down and demanded that I go out and punish Mr. Wright.
I turned around with the percolator in my hand.
The covers slid down his skinny neck so I saw his head, fuzzed like a dandelion gone to seed, but his face was turned to the wall -- there was the pale shadow of his nose on the plaster -- and I thought, Well you don't look much like a pig-drunk bully now.
From there I turned left along Cumhuriyet Cadesi past more hotels and a park on the left, Republic Gardens, and came in a few moments to Taksim Square, one of the hubs of the city, with the Monument of the Republic, erected in 1928, in its center.
Outside I walked past the entrance to St. Sophia, turned left at the end of it, and continued toward a gate in the wall ahead.
One day when he attended a war memorial ceremony in Westminster Abbey his view was obstructed by a stout man on his left, his attention turned to the irregular pattern of the rough slab flooring and someone, clasping him by the arm, whispered, `` I want a word with you, please ''.
`` I like to dance '', she said, then turned and walked away.
As the bus turned into the main highway and headed toward Hanover I settled back in my seat and closed my eyes, thinking over the events of the past two weeks, trying to put the pieces in order.
I turned on the electric bug, and the signal came in loud and clear.
I couldn't see him, but the electric bugging device gave steady beeps when it was straight ahead, short half beeps when the car I was following was to the left, and long drawn-out beeps when it turned to the right.
I turned left too soon and got a signal showing that I was still behind him but he was to the right.
I turned on the device again, half fearful that I might find silence, but the buzzes came in loud and clear.
Pete turned around and said to Marty, `` I guess you think I'm a yellow-bellied hound.
I drove out of the Harbor, turned off into a dirt road among the scrub pine trees and stopped.
`` I'd just turned on the ignition when there was a big flash and I was lying on the driveway '', he said.
I and at
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.
By counting the number of stalls and urinals I attempted to form a loose estimate of how many men the hall would hold at one time.
No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.
I felt strongly attached to the hall, however, and hardly a day passed when I did not go to look at it from a distance.
My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??
I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.
What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??
This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.
I would have foregone my romantic chances rather than leave a friend sweltering and dusty and -- Well, at least I wouldn't have shouted back a taunt.
I was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.
At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;
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