Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

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.

But his only hat was something else again.

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.

That was the new advertising angle -- something about a Lloyd's of London policy to insure the secrecy of the secret ingredient.

There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

The code, which had probably something to do with sex or some other interest, Nicolas was determined to find out and put to use.

Yet he did drop his badinage with the ordinary country girl as much in deference to the Grafin as acknowledgement that here, indeed, was something special.

There was a wooden tower or derrick there, something like a ski jump ; ;

Karipo was something of a politician as well as a militarist.

He bounced exuberantly on the sagging bed and was even more delighted when Madame Lalaurie -- after closing the door -- showed the slave that the bed was designed for something other than slumber.

Theirs is no mere lack of sympathy, but something closer to the passionate hatred that was directed against Fascism.

There was something about his face that disturbed me and it took several seconds to realize what.

`` A miracle, a revelation, it was like a curtain suddenly torn away to reveal something nude ''.

Neither the vibrant enthusiasm which bespeaks a people's intuitive sense of the fitness of things at climactic moments nor the vital argumentation betraying its sense that something significant has transpired was in evidence.

The point is that the reactionary, for whatever motive, perceives himself to have been part or a partner of something that extended beyond himself, something which, consequently, he was not able to accept or reject on the basis of subjective preference.

He said that Mr. Wright was not in, and so could not be arrested on something called a peace warrant that Miriam was waving in the air.

There can be little doubt that there was a conspiracy in Washington, overt or implied, to block anything Hearst wanted, even if it was something good.

The only reason we brought you was to get Miller out.

I found a trooper once the Apache had spread-eagled on an ant hill, and another time we ran across some teamsters they'd caught, tied upside down on their own wagon wheels over little fires until their brains was exploded right out o' their skulls.

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

`` Jackson recruited his critters, and him and me fixed up his wagon while we was waiting for you to catch up.

It was a disturbingly familiar face, too, but I couldn't remember where we had met.

I was aware that when our eyes met we both quickly averted them.

For several weeks we eyed one another almost like sparring partners, and then one day Uncle was slightly indisposed and stayed home ; ;

As we expected, on the following day my Uncle was completely recovered and opened the store as usual at 10 in the morning.

We get some clue from a few remembrances of childhood and from the circumstance that we are probably not much more afraid of people now than man ever was.

Lunch was over, and we walked back to the hotel with the light and dark of Paris screaming at us.

even when the fences became a part of the game -- when a vine-embowered gate-post was the Sleeping Beauty's enchanted castle, or when Rapunzel let down her golden hair from beneath the crocketed spire, even then we paid little heed to those who went by on the path outside.

They never troubled themselves about us while we were playing, because the fence formed such a definite boundary and `` Don't go outside the gate '' was a command so impossible of misinterpretation.

But the fences were still in place fifty-odd years ago, and when we stood on the gate to look over, the sidewalk under our eyes was not cement but two rows of paving stones with grass between and on both sides.

And here again we hear the same refrain mentioned above: `` the paramount goal of the United States set long ago was to guard the rights of the individual, ensure his development, enlarge his opportunity ''.

In truth, we can say that this broke the power of Senator Joseph McCarthy, who was finally exposed in full light to the American people.

Ironically no president we have had would have regretted more than President Eisenhower the possibility to which his own words, in the press conference held at the beginning of August, testified: that unable as he was himself to say his running was best for the country, unconsciously he had placed his party before his nation.

And in the context of drifting personal utterances we have examined, there was occasional evidence of the origin of all such evasions.

Now we can argue that the irresistible fate of Oedipus Rex was nothing more than the irresistible unconscious longings of Oedipus projected outward, but this externalization of unconscious conflict makes all the difference between a story and a clinical case history.

To get an idea of the embarrassment and chagrin that was heaped upon Wright and Olgivanna, we should bear in mind that the raids were sometimes led by Miriam in person.

But what you could not know, of course, was how smoothly the Victorian Fitzgerald was to lead into an American Fitzgerald of my own vintage under whose banner we adolescents were to come, if not of age, then into a bright, taut semblance of it.

We were given a job and we carried it out, and later, his case was taken up by the Disciplinary Committee.

It was getting so that we, the Committee, were being tried.

Another Indiana observer later commented, `` Perhaps we shall never know how much was spent ( by Hearst ), but if as much money was expended elsewhere as in Indiana a liberal fortune was squandered ''.