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It was dark.
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was and dark
Above me a dark rider was whipping his pony with a quirt in an attempt to hurdle the bales.
It was dark and, I sensed, very large ; ;
Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.
I felt certain that the director, like the afternoon clerk, seldom moved beyond the counter, that the hall, to them, was a jungle, a dark and unwelcome place.
It was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood like a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun and human time.
It was dark early, because of the storm.
Once the door was open, they crowded him inside the dark building.
There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.
His face was dark as the sky above it as he stood on the wing and waited for his pilot.
Underneath him the sea was a dark and muddied gray.
Another car was coming, a tiny, dark shape on a far hill.
He was looking out on the dark waters of the Lake when I came upon him and without wasting words I smacked him hard across the face.
The Grafin, who was charmed by her, told her, `` Your sister who was here two years ago has quite dark hair.
She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.
Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.
Slender and tanned, her dark brown hair was drawn straight back, simply.
He was -- as he told himself in the vernacular of a trade no longer his own -- riding the dark train out.
Lunch was over, and we walked back to the hotel with the light and dark of Paris screaming at us.
A little man with a `` a dark copper color '' skin, he was wearing `` calico trousers and a white cotton short gown ''.
There was a host of dark horses.
Al's Little Cafe was small, dark, narrow, and filled with the mingled scent of beer, tobacco smoke, and Italian cooking.
The school was small, dark and ill-equipped.
Far away, standing before a curtained window in the study room, was his father, hands tucked under his coattails, and staring into the dark church.
was and .
He was well rid of her.
He certainly didn't want a wife who was fickle as Ann.
But all of this was rationalization.
The easiest thing would be to sell out to Al Budd and leave the country, but there was a stubborn streak in him that wouldn't allow it.
The best antidote for the bitterness and disappointment that poisoned him was hard work.
He found that if he was tired enough at night, he went to sleep simply because he was too exhausted to stay awake.
each day the hurt was a little duller, a little less poignant.
Because the summer was unusually dry and hot, the spring produced a smaller stream than in ordinary years.
The grass in the meadows came fast, now that the warm weather was here.
When they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever.
They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.
Morgan hesitated, thinking that if this was a trick, it was a good one.
He didn't think it was possible for this couple to be pretending.
Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.
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.
It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.
She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.
Any lingering suspicion that this was a trick Al Budd had thought up was dispelled.
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