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.

For Rachel, conceded to be the prettiest of the Szold girls -- and she did make a pretty picture sitting in the grape-arbor strumming her guitar and singing in her silvery tones -- there was no particular March counterpart ; ;

And just as `` Laurie '' Lawrence was first attracted to bright Jo March, who found him immature by her high standards, and then had to content himself with her younger sister Amy, so Joe Jastrow, who had also been writing Henrietta before he came to Johns Hopkins, had to content himself with her younger sister, pretty Rachel.

`` I've been in government and I can tell some pretty hairy stories about personnel difficulties, so I know what a problem he was ''.

There was a pretty thorough silence at that point.

His parents talked seriously and lengthily to their own doctor and to a specialist at the University Hospital -- Mr. McKinley was entitled to a discount for members of his family -- and it was decided it would be best for him to take the remainder of the term off, spend a lot of time in bed and, for the rest, do pretty much as he chose -- provided, of course, he chose to do nothing too exciting or too debilitating.

He had been pretty scared himself, wondering what the hell was coming off.

I was the first to get my squad on the ball, and anybody thinkin it was easy is pretty damn dumb.

When I was in liquor I rode him pretty hard I guess.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

There was the day Uncle Izaak had, in an unexpected grandiose gesture, handed over the pretty sloop to Abel for keeps, on condition that he never fail to let his brother accompany him whenever younger the boy wished.

When the automobile was in its embryonic stage, such roads as existed were pretty much open roads with the tacit understanding that horses should not be unduly terrified being about the only rule governing where, when and how fast a car could go.

True, there had been raids on Naples -- but Naples was pretty far north on the opposite coast.

`` Oh, yes '', I said, feeling annoyed, `` she was very pretty.

Traffic was pretty heavy.

Mrs. Tim Williams was about 21, with skin the color of bitter chocolate, and if you discounted the plain dress and worn slippers, she was startlingly pretty.

The middle section of the program was made up of short numbers, naturally enough of unequal merit, but all of them pretty good at that.

It made him pretty hot under the collar, after the idea Miss Sis had given him, to be told by Miss Kiz that her holy spa was all reserved for this summer and next, if you please, and that much as she regretted it, they would be unable to entertain Mrs. Robards and the children.

I thought that was pretty humorous, but I didn't laugh.

was withheld from him, owing to the offence caused by a speech made by him beginning: "" ( Doctors without doctrine, artless Masters of Arts, and Bachelors more worthy of the rod than the laurel ).

He noted, however, that Leno " was exceptional in giving each of his dames a personality of her own, from extravagant queen to artless gossip ".

His Portrait of my Grandfather, exhibited in the same year, was not less remarkable for its artless simplicity and received a third-class medal.

As to style, it was simple and majestic, possessing little, perhaps, of so-called eloquence as at present understood, but much religious power, with an artless simplicity, a sweetness and persuasiveness all its own, and such as would compare favourably with the hollow declamation of a much-lauded later period.

The barcarole was a popular form in opera, where the apparently artless sentimental style of the folklike song could be put to good use: in addition to the Offenbach example, Paisiello, Weber, and Rossini wrote arias that were barcaroles, Gaetano Donizetti set the Venetian scene at the opening of Marino Faliero ( 1835 ) with a barcarole for a gondolier and chorus, and Verdi included a barcarole in Un ballo in maschera ( i. e., Richard's atmospheric " Di ’ tu se fidele il flutto m ’ aspetta " in Act I ).

She was described by William Hazlitt as " perhaps the most tender and the most artless " of all Shakespeare's women.