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 not until he moved across the porch that he became aware of them, and then it was too late.

Even as she was telling me about it I became aware of a give-away flush that suffused her neck and moved upwards to her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that when she entered the store she did not switch on the lights.

After a year in a studio on Sheridan Square, having married an American girl who was a native of Virginia, Helion moved to a village in the Blue Ridge mountains, where he produced some of the most imposing of his abstract canvases.

nor was she moved by a letter from Wright pointing out that if he was not `` compelled to spend money on useless lawyer's bills, useless hotel bills, and useless doctor's bills '', he could more quickly provide Miriam with a suitable home either in Los Angeles or Paris, as she preferred.

So persistent were these attacks that in March of the following year, Woodruff was finally moved to action, and Pike was to learn his first lesson in frontier politics, the subtle art of diversion.

This was taken after I came to live in Springfield, and it was made under the guidance of the Reverend Raymond Beardslee, a young preacher who came to the Congregational Church there at about the same time that I moved from New York.

Morgan was ordered to attack the enemy, who had meantime moved to Edge Hill on the left of the Americans.

In late December, the American army moved from Whitemarsh to Valley Forge, and although the distance was only 13 miles, the journey took more than a week because of the bad weather, the barefooted and almost naked men.

When they lost it, the French artillery moved in, and that was the end for Garibaldi that time, on 30 April 1849.

But I was deeply moved by his letter of resignation as rector of St. Luke's Church in Atlanta.

The situation already was bad because the Legislature moved the governor's race forward a few months, causing the campaigning to get started earlier than usual.

He ate what he felt like, slept as much or as little as he pleased, and moved about the draughty rooms of the house, when he was not in bed, with slow, dubious steps, like an elderly tourist in a cathedral.

The evaporative cooler had been moved to Granny's room, and her door was kept shut ; ;

In fiscal year 1959, the Medical Museum was moved to Chase Hall, a temporary building on Independence Avenue at Ninth Street, Southwest, and continued to display to the public the achievements of the Armed Forces Medical Services.

He moved only about 30 feet after the 240-grain slug hit him -- and this was after the bullet had passed through a sapling.

that he moved with his parents to West Boxford when he was sixteen years old ; ;

The artist was born in Gilbert Mills, New York, in 1886, and until two years ago when he and his wife moved to California, he lived in western New York, in Batavia.

In fact, his only disciple -- the only person to imitate his style -- was W. S. Graham, who seems to have imitated him without much understanding, and who has since moved on to other methods.

When late in the summer the full extent of the damage was assessed, all but fifty of the Scots, Swiss and metis moved up the Red to the mouth of the Pembina river.

If she moved gracefully, she was clumsy at it.

When the meal was ready, he told Jones to wash up, and going into the front room, woke the girl.

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.

The first part of the road was steep, but it leveled off after the second bend and curled gradually into the valley.

Clyde Miller was crying softly to himself, shedding his striped suit and fumbling into the nondescript butternut pants, the worn brown shirt.

For everyone involved knew that the whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell Barton the fuse which could send it into explosive violence.

It was payday for Highlands, and he was packing a lot of money back into the oil fields.

By failing to do as he was told instantly -- to take out a permit or return the gun to his car -- he had played into Lord's hands.

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.

When it was followed by a second, whining even closer, Cobb swerved sharply aside into a depression.

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.

Every plane that could fly was sent into the air.

How lightly her `` eventshah-leh '' passed into the crannies where I was storing dialect material for some vaguely dreamed opus, and how the word would echo.

Johnson unwired the right hand door, whose window was, like the left one, merely loosely-taped fragments of glass, and Johnson wadded himself into a narrow seat made still more narrow by three cases of beer.

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.

It was as if they could hardly wait to get into their costumes, cover their faces with masks and go adventuring.

Singing into the mirror and his interested eyes, he was pleased to note, when he stripped for his own bath, that he still had the best part of his Italian sun tan.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Our lifeboat was filling rapidly and despite what I had heard of the inhabitants of Eromonga, I was glad to see a long and graceful outrigger manned by three bronzed girls glide out of a lagoon into the open sea and toward our craft.

She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.

In two minutes the body of Tilghman's former comrade, who had been killed by Blue Throat in a gambling brawl the previous night, was carried into the town's funeral parlor to be prepared for decent burial.

Within seconds the big barn was blasted into smoking splinters, with every outlaw either dead or injured inside.