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I looked back at pale ovals framed in the elongated oval of the car's rear window.
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I and looked
I looked at my watch.
I felt that he looked at me coldly and appraisingly and seemed to be uncertain what his attitude towards me should be, but he did not say one word which might indicate that he had been told of advances to his wife.
I looked.
I looked with revulsion at the legs.
When I mentioned that for my first long voyage I did not even have the money for the return fare, but had trusted to luck that I would earn a sufficient amount, the young people looked at me doubtingly.
I looked unceasingly With my cold mind and with my burning heart ''.
As I got off the trolley at Kehl bridge the next morning, I was met by what looked like 5,000 students, some of whom were carrying sticks apparently for the coming `` battle '' with the police.
Alarmed by this display of weapons, I looked toward the bridge and there saw, stretched across the near side, a cordon of policemen, their bicycles forming a roadblock before which stood several French officers in uniform and a small waspish man in a brown derby.
I looked from her to him.
The young banker looked at him with a certain surprise, and then he said flatly: `` I'm afraid I can't tell you anything in particular about Kent House.
`` Finally, all I needed was to throw a little piece of red wood that looked like a firecracker and that dumb dog would run ki-yi-ing for his life ''.
With my gray hair and my weatherbeaten countenance I certainly looked the honest working stiff.
She'd found one and she hadn't said a word while Big Hans and I had hunted and hunted as we always did all winter, every winter since the spring that Hans had come and I had looked in the privy and found the first one.
I looked over their faces and felt a twinge: they all looked so much more knowing than I.
I looked away.
I looked for Jessica to materialize out of the clogging, curdling crowd and, as the time passed and I waited, a fiend came to life beside me and whispered in my ear: How was I planning to greet Jessica??
I and back
I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.
This light did not penetrate very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight entering through the fan vents when I tried to pick out whatever might be lying, or squatting, on the floor below.
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 feel like getting back to town, that's what I feel like!!
If I don't come back in the house, Breed's going to '' --
`` Got a lot to tend to, but I'll get back quick as I can '', he assured her.
I waved with discretion and moderation to the vague golden faces fading through rising dust and the distortions of the back window glass.
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 drew back, drawing back my foot for a kick.
`` Hell, yes '', I roared back between dusty lips.
When I fell on my back, I saw a vulture hovering.
Looking back I saw a gray-haired man getting out of his halted car and trying to read our license number.
Everybody left and I stayed in the pool, then Lou came back alone and leaped into the pool too.
I didn't get a good look at him at all, his back was to me, and I was so scared It was just somebody in a man's suit.
There I got my Colt Special and shoulder harness, slipped my coat on, and went back into the front room.
It'll probably be at least an hour or two before I can check back with you.
`` They knew I was a good sharecrop farmer back in Carolina, but out West was a chance to build a real farm of our own.
I heard a cry from a stoker as a pillar of flame leaped from a hatch and tongued the man's bare back.
`` If I don't come out within half an hour ride back to town and bring out a posse ''.
I and at
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
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.
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.
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.
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 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 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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