The boy came on to the porch and sat down, his gaze on Morgan as if half expecting him to shoot and not really caring.

Clayton called to him and he came slowly down the steps.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

He came to the edge of the veranda, peered down at them with his hand on his gun.

When his head came down, Curt grabbed him by the hair and catapulted him head first into the wall.

I ducked just as the first strand broke somewhere down the line and came whipping over the sideboards.

As she was rather tired this evening, her simple `` Thank you for the use of your bath '' -- when she sat down opposite him -- spoken in a low voice, came across with coolnesses of intelligence and control.

And then came the water -- not rain, but solid sheets that sluiced down like water slopping from a bucket.

Every so often the diminishing sound of a car came under the trailer as it slowed down for the wreck then speeded up again as it got clear.

`` When I came up, damnit, I thought I was going down.

As he reached for the door there was a knock on it and when he opened he found Artie, who came in and sat down on a bunk.

Dr. Lalaurie and I didn't even know he was in the house until the night of our ball when he came down the stairs ''.

The difference came down to this: The Southern States insisted that the United States was, in last analysis, what its name implied -- a Union of States.

he tossed a paper toward every front door, and housewives came down to their steps to pick them up and read what their neighbors had been doing.

At this point Mrs. Frances Cupply, one of Wright's handsome daughters by his first wife, came from the house and tried to calm Miriam as she tore down a no visitors sign and smashed the glass pane on another sign with a rock.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

He hung around New York, waiting to hear whether they would accept it for production and in that time came down to Asheville and also paid a short visit to Chapel Hill, where with almost childish delight he visited old friends and favorite campus spots.

He came spurring and whooping down the road, his horse kicking up clouds of dust, shouting:

We came down off the wall as if he had toppled all of us, and we crouched behind it.

and in that brief interval, a redcoat officer came tearing down the road, whipping his horse fit to kill.

Rank after rank of them came down the road, and the faces were all the same, and they walked in a sea of dust.

The front of their column had already passed us, when another officer came riding down the side of the road, not five paces from where we were.

I was drunk with excitement and the smell of gunpowder that came floating down from the road, and the fact that I was not afraid now, but only waiting to know what to do next.

At that moment the bathroom door flew open and Eugene came out, with his face lathered for shaving, and strode down the hall, tying the sash of his dressing gown as he went.

As Kate came swiftly down the stairs to the hall she saw Colonel Marsh framed in the doorway, his face set in the same vulnerable look Juanita wore.

But he came toward me sedately enough, showed me around the counter, offered me a seat inside his office, then walked to a file cabinet and got out my application.

When Beckett's name came into the discussion, the priest grew loud and told me that Beckett `` hates life ''.

And let me add Murray's new book as another symptom of it, particularly so in view of the attention Time magazine gave it when it came out recently.

Questions came to me from all sides about my world citizenship activities.

Try as I might to confess my sins and accept salvation, no answer came to me from heaven.

I bethought me of the Lord's Prayer, and these words came to mind: `` Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven ''.

The first time I went there he asked me to bring him water from Flagler's well -- water that reminded him of his first days in the mountains -- and before I came the next time I filled a five-gallon jug for him and brought it to the hospital.

But one day came the voice of a man I had known when he was a boy, and I later remembered that this boy, thirty years before, had struck me as coming to no good.

To the Weston house came once William Allen Neilson, the president of Smith College who had been one of my old professors and who still called me `` Boy '' when I was sixty.

Mr. Burlingham, -- `` C.C.B. '' -- wrote to me once about an old friend of mine, S. K. Ratcliffe, whom I had first met in London in 1914 and who also came out for a week-end in Weston.

When I first came across Samuel Johnson's pronouncement, `` the remedy for the ills of life is palliative rather than radical '', it seemed to me to sum up the profoundest of political and social truths.

But when some of the squeals had subsided and she had been through one of those sessions that are so indispensable to the young female -- six girls sprawled on one bed, drinking Cokes and giggling -- she came back to the kitchen to talk with me a minute.

She came back the other day to reassure me.

A fellow came up to me, a Senator, I don't have to tell you his name, and he told me, ' I love the President like a brother, but God damn it, he's crucifying me.

When his arm came up I ducked away but it caught me on the side of the neck, watering my eyes, and I backed off to cough.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

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??

It must have been with some pleasure and relief that on September 12, 1848, Joseph Brown made the momentous entry in his job book, in his characteristically cryptic style, `` Lucian Sharpe came to work for me this day as an apprentice ''.

In one cartoon a family is shown outside a theater with the head of the family addressing the doorman: `` Excuse me, but when we came out we found that we had left my daughter's handbag and my wife's behind ''.

He had just returned my change when the doorman came in off the street to page me.