I looked back at pale ovals framed in the elongated oval of the car's rear window.

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 get up early.

`` I made you so you could stand up.

Help me up, I feel kind of stiff ''.

We'll still have the rifle, and I might be able to round up some more.

Far up the valley I could see the Rees circling and reorganizing.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

I figger it's probl'y a sixty-five-mile walk, and I c'n maybe get this spring patched up in a couple of hours ''.

I heard o' Texas cattlemen wrappin' a cow thief up in green hides and lettin' the sun shrink 'em and squeeze him to death.

I don't know what you're up to, but when Brenner '' --

`` A body would swear I floated right up here on a cloud ''!!

Besides, 'tain't no more'n right for me to follow with my black oxen, so's I can unhook and pull up fast if either of you get in a pinch ''.

Just as I straightened up with my duffel bag, I heard: `` Sahjunt Yoorick, meet Mrs. Major J. A. Roebuck ''.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

He caught up with me once and grabbed me, but I was all covered with zing -- it's very slippery, you know ''.

I was waiting in front of it when she showed up and told me of my Uncle's indisposition.

I bent and kissed the still pink neck and suddenly she jumped up, and her two arms encircled me in a bear-like crush.

When I show up he will know you are a good wife to have told him about it ''.

A few minutes later I saw my Uncle's car drive up and a woman's figure emerge and walk to the corner.

I must say the figure was well made up.

Often, I heard my uncles and cousins speak of it when I was a small boy growing up in Rabaul.

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.

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 ; ;