It was nice then, so peaceful and quiet.

It was a nice day, granted.

Also, he was so nice when he was nice ''.

The captain was remarking that it was a nice day for a picnic when finally one of the shovels struck an object.

It seemed, indeed, that their house was not so much a home, but rather a perfect stage set, and that they were actors who had been handed fat roles in a successful play, and had talent enough to fill the roles competently, with nice understatement.

people who thought it was nice to be important, but not important to be nice ; ;

One of the many things that was so nice about her was that she always took your questions seriously, particularly your very, very serious questions.

`` It was a nice round figure, that 12 '', he said as he headed for the clubhouse, not too much perturbed.

It was nice to have something a little up-to-date for a change.

There was something not nice about triplets, though their father seemed pleased, showing no disappointment that they hadn't been the son he wanted, saying, `` You don't see triplets trippin' down the pike ever' day, Miss Jen, hon.

I'll bribe you with a nice '' -- He was about to say `` double martini '' but thought better of it.

But it was such a nice thought that he nodded his head.

She was blonde, and young, and nice and round in a tight white dress.

It was a nice place, not filled with smoke.

It was foolish and snobbish to wear clothing when none of these nice people did.

This simple design gave very nice smooth linear control and was highly reliable.

They did a cool job of combining the movie script with the series, that was nice, and using the series Merrick and not a certain OTHER thespian who shall remain hated.

Moe Howard of the Three Stooges recalled in 1975 that Sullivan had a memory problem of sorts: " Ed was a very nice man, but for a showman, quite forgetful.

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.

He didn't think it was possible for this couple to be pretending.

Evidently this was a precaution so that mounts would be available in an emergency.

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

It was pitiful to see the thin ranks of warriors, old and young, wheeling and twisting their ponies frantically from side to side only to be tumbled bleeding from their saddles by the relentless slam, slam of the cruelly efficient Hawkinses.

The coyote was calling again, and he hoped that this time there would be no other sounds to interrupt it.

Its front was windowless, but irregularities in the masonry might be an indication that windows, now blinded, had once looked out upon the street.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

Having persisted too long in deliberate ignorance and denial of the forces that threatened her, Pamela was relieved now to admit their potency and to be taking definite steps toward grappling with them.

she must be poised and proud and unafraid in order to prove to the mountain that she was in earnest.

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

The herd was watered and then thrown onto a broad grass flat which was to be the first night's bedground.

It was to be nothing more than that.

There was to be no gunplay.

If you don't leave this country within 3 days, your life will be taken the same as Powell's was.

Probably his horse would be close to where he was hiding.

Carmer himself was nowhere to be seen.

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.

Visibility continued to be limited, and Greg was never able to get above a thousand feet.

It was going to be dangerous.

Forced to realize that this was the end of a very short line I scanned a road marker and discovered what the end of a slightly longer line would be for the old Mexican: Moriarty, New Mexico.

Over the rapidly-diminishing outline of a jump seat piled high with luggage Herry's black brushcut was just discernible, near, or enviably near that spot where -- hidden -- more delicately-textured, most beautifully tinted hair must still be streaming back in cool, oh cool wind sweetly perfumed with sagebrush and yucca flowers and engine fumes.

Mrs. Roebuck thought Johnson was a `` sweet bawh t'lah lahk thet '', but her Herman was getting to be a man, there was no getting around it.