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It was as if they could hardly wait to get into their costumes, cover their faces with masks and go adventuring.
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He found that if he was tired enough at night, he went to sleep simply because he was too exhausted to stay awake.
He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.
The silence oppressed him, made him bend low over the horse's neck as if to hide from a wind that had begun to blow far away and was twisting slowly through the darkness in its slow search.
It was all right to put a bunch of ranchers onto horses, to call them Night Riders, to set out to attack the largest mining combination the country had ever seen if all they wanted was adventure.
But she was caught in it, and she faced the terrible possibility that, if it were a dream, it was one from which she might never awaken.
If, when this was all over, she found the words to tell him about it, she wondered if he would ever understand.
But it also made him conspicuous to the enemy, if it was the enemy, and he hadn't been spotted already.
The husband points the steps out with his flashlight: `` Its white stare filling her pale eyes To the blind brim with appetite, Bleaching her hands that grazed my thighs And sent us from the table in surprise To let the dishes soak all night, '' ( Mary Jane asked herself if Meredith was blushing at this line, or was it the fire??
It was spoiled now for seed, and it would sour and mold in three days if they failed to find a place and fuel to dry it.
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.
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Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
Cabot turned back to the men and he was drunk with the thing they would do, wild to break from the cloying warmth of the saloon into the cold of the ebbing night.
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.
When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.
Seeing them waiting there at the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming that, for a good minute after they rounded the bend and started down the grade leading toward them, Matilda could not speak at all.
The wound in his scalp was examined, pronounced healing, and well doctored with simples, before they dished up the victuals.
Out in the center of the circle the farmer, who was Dan, wasted no time when they came to the line, `` The farmer choose his wife ''.
Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.
Fleischman with eight was to patrol the Leyte Gulf area, with his main task to get any kamikaze before they got to the ships.
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He was too old -- when he passed up and through the corridor of pines that lined the trail he could see ahead, he was passing from life.
There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.
Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.
I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.
For everyone involved knew that the whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell Barton the fuse which could send it into explosive violence.
There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.
He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.
Horse smell was very strong, and he could hear the crunch of grain being ground between strong jaws.
And she was deeply thankful that she could see her now, out there in the midst of a gay, youthful circle, skipping and singing, `` Farmer in the dell, Farmer in the dell, Heigh-ho the dairy-oh, the farmer in the dell ''.
Whoever was out there hiding in the brushy cover was besieging the Antler house and, having spotted his approach, was determined to drive him off before he could get into the fight.
The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.
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 ; ;
`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.
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