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.

Both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and there was even a faint similarity of features.

They might kill him in his sleep, thinking there was money in the house.

He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.

Someone evidently was on duty there.

there was no doubt he was dying.

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

Well, the grass was there, though in some places the ground was too steep for a cow to get to it.

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

And there was a house ; ;

But there was water.

Yes, there was plenty of water, too much, and that was probably the trouble.

He had looked over my forms and was impressed by what he had seen there ; ;

It was there that she would have to enact her renunciation, beg forgiveness.

Unconcerned, indifferent, unmotivated, the forest was simply there -- fighting man's depredations with more abundant growth and man's follies with its own musical evening laughter.

But she'd known plenty of handsomer guys, and, conceding his good looks, what was there left??

He himself had heard that there was gangster money in the company, but that had nothing to do with him.

And then there was a numbing blow to the heart, and another gut-flattening blow to the stomach

No man laid a hand on him, but the threat of violence was there.

Prosecutor Baird immediately assumed he was hiding out there after the shooting and began preparing an indictment.

Again he stood in the darkness listening, but there was only the scrape of a shod hoof on a plank floor.

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.

When he regained consciousness he was in Lord's house, in the office of Doctor Lord, the deputy's deceased father.

He was in earnest conversation with her father and the old vaquero, Luis Hernandez.

`` Karipo was great goddess, told our mothers that men were not necessary except to father children '', the crone told me.

My curiosity was sharpened a day or two before the interview by a conversation I had with a well-informed teacher of literature, a Jesuit father, at a conference on religious drama near Paris.

It was, of course, a little boy's fantasy of winning his mother to himself, and replacing the father who could not give her the things she wanted -- a classical oedipal fantasy if you like -- but if it were only this the story would be banal.

His father was a good friend of Rabbi Szold, and Joe lived with the Szolds for a while.

What I fled from was my fear of what, unwittingly, you might betray, without meaning to, about my father and yourself.

But her father was not enthusiastic about sending young Paula to high school.

His father, George A. Mercer, was descended from an honored Southern family that could trace its ancestry back to one Hugh Mercer, who had emigrated from Scotland in 1747.

The lyricist's father was a lawyer who had branched out into real estate.

He was the son of a Scottish father and an American Jewish mother, long widowed, with whom he lived in a comfortable home in Flushing.

There was the Neapolitan, Ribas, a capable conniver whose father had been a blacksmith but who had fawned his way up the ladder of Catherine's and Potemkin's favor till he was now a brigadier ( and would one day be the daggerman designated to do in Czar Paul 1,, after traveling all the way to Naples to procure just the right stiletto ).

His father was a professor at Hartford Theological Seminary, and from him he acquired a conviction, which he passed along to me, that there is in the universe of persons a moral law, the law of love, which is a natural law in the same sense as is the physical law.

My father, who liked Alfred very much, was a constant visitor.

Banks the Butcher was a hard master and a hard father, a man who didn't seem to know the difference between the living flesh of his family and the hanging carcasses of his stock in trade.

She was the opposite of everything she should have been -- a positive pole in a negative home, a living reaction of warmth and kindness to the harsh reality of her father.

Karl was an almost exact copy of his father physically and it was strange to see the expected become the unexpected.

From the point of view of popularity the best-known member of the Commission was Walter Camp, the Yale athlete whose sobriquet was `` the father of American football ''.

the mere fact that he was selected, though as a substitute, to act as interlocutor or moderator for it, or perhaps we should say with Buck as ' father of the act ', is in itself a difficult phase of his development to grasp.

Angry that my father was being burnt alive in the mills ; ;

Jemela ( surname: Gerby ), 23, seems Hong Kong Oriental but has a Spanish father and an Indian mother, was born in America and educated at Holy Cross Academy and Textile High School, says she learned belly dancing at family picnics.

His father was a constant visitor.