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.

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.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

It was a fair fight, the boy provoked it -- Big Charlie told me so.

It was nice then, so peaceful and quiet.

The Gap looming before him -- the place where had confronted Jack English on that day so many years ago -- was his exit from all that had meaning to him.

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

He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.

He had forgotten that she was so pretty.

The water was there, so much of it that it spread all through the dead orchard.

There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.

clutched her throat and sucked up the moisture in her mouth so that her tongue was dry and hard and stuck to the roof of her mouth and her teeth were clenched together in the rigid fixture of her jaws.

He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.

One thing was certain -- his method was effective, so effective that after a time even the warning notices were often unnecessary.

If we was both armed, you wouldn't talk so tough ''.

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.

Against all expectation, Carmer was inside, clearly enjoying himself to the hilt and already so tipsy that it seemed unlikely he was bothering to note anything or anyone about him.

An Ah coudn ansuh him an so Ah said ' Aw right, Ah gay-ess, an his fathuh didn uttuh one wohd an aftuh Huhmun was gone, the majuh laughed an tole me thet he an the bawh had been hevin an occasional drink t'gethuh f'ovuh a yeah, onleh an occasional one, but just the same it was behahn mah back, an Ah doan think thet's nahce at all, d'you ''??

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.

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

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.

It was dark.

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.