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`` It was beautiful '', I said, half to myself.
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`` The snake was beautiful, wasn't it ''??
and, `` I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world '', burst out Jo some five hundred pages later in that popular story of the March family, which had first appeared when Henrietta was eight ; ;
At Sounion there is a group of beautiful columns, the ruins of a temple to Poseidon, of particular interest at that time, as active reconstruction was in progress.
It was fantastic writing, beautiful writing, the man declared, but the public, he insisted, wanted realism.
Now he was married to a beautiful girl, had a small son, and lived in an expensive apartment and worked for the movies.
`` Billie was really beautiful ''!!
Since it was issued in the spring of 1611, the King James Version has been most generally considered the most poetic and beautiful of all translations of the Bible.
To most of those who composed the Amen corner it was a magnificent and beautiful experience, something for which they lived from week to week.
She was so beautiful with her rosy mouth and haughty air that she had to be wicked.
His captain was thin and haggard and his beautiful boots were worn and shabby.
All she did was write me a pleasant little note about how it was beautiful while it lasted but that now life had parted our ways and it was goodbye forever.
The most beautiful bed of pansies I've seen was in a South Dakota yard on a sizzling day.
One of the most beautiful buildings in Istanbul, it was constructed in the early years of the Seventeenth Century, with a huge central dome, two half domes that seem to cascade down from it, and smaller full domes around the gallery.
I asked Quasimodo recently how he accomplished this, and he replied that he had painted his model `` a beautiful shade of red and then had her breathe on the canvas '', which was his typical tongue-in-cheek way of chiding me for my lack of sensitivity.
The beautiful, the satisfying part of his disintegration, however, was the masterly way the Buddha polished him off.
It, along with Nara, was untouched by the war -- and is now a beautiful example of the loveliness of prewar Japan.
Well, you say, those are beautiful words all right, but it was easy for the psalmist to sing them in his day.
it was even beautiful.
Sometimes they struck me as horribly over-arranged -- which was the way I felt about her `` Come Rain or Come Shine '' -- and sometimes they were just plain magnificent, like her shatteringly beautiful `` Beautiful Weather ''.
And this was before he began to play his startlingly beautiful jazz.
The result was like that of a beautiful painting with some of the highlights touched up almost to the point of garishness.
She was so beautiful, so valiant, so pitiable.
How strange it was that he could give her this handsome house and carte blanche as to its beautiful furnishings, and fail her in -- spiritual ways.
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`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.
`` But that was war '', I said.
Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.
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.
Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.
Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;
under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
It was dark and, I sensed, very large ; ;
Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.
This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.
I felt certain he was really a spineless little man.
Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.
In the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent tubes, similar to the one above the counter, illuminated the entire hall.
I was shown, instead, a batch of white tickets of the sort handed out, he told me, every morning.
Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
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.
I felt certain it was self-appointed.
I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.
I was constantly searching for clues around the neighborhood of the hall.
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