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Any lingering suspicion that this was a trick Al Budd had thought up was dispelled.
He was tall and dark-skinned, a half-breed, Wilson thought.
It was obvious that he wished himself different from the sort of person he thought he was.
When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.
Perhaps it was insane, Pamela thought.
It was not, thought Pamela, such an evil place after all.
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.
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.
You thought I was a Mexican, didn't you, buddy ''??
Maybe Lou was only unconscious, but right then I thought he must be dead.
She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.
At first, I thought he was out of his head, talking wildly like this.
He was aware of her as a frightfully good-looking American WAC, a second lieutenant assigned to do the paper work, ( regardless of how important she might have thought she was ) in the Command offices, but that was all.
`` When I came up, damnit, I thought I was going down.
Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.
That should do it, he thought, because Miss Langford had said she was going to be strict about school work.
`` I hated the war '', he said, `` but thought I ought to go because I was, perhaps, one of those who hadn't done enough to prevent it ''.
Miriam had not yet goaded him into mentioning her directly, but one can feel the generalized anger in Wright's remarks to reporters when he was asked, one morning on arrival in Chicago, what he thought of the city as a whole.
If there was ever a thought in her mind she might devote her life to religion, it was now dispelled.

was and for
The best antidote for the bitterness and disappointment that poisoned him was hard work.
He didn't think it was possible for this couple to be pretending.
It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.
It was the only thing in his life for which he felt guilt.
He knew who was riding after him -- the men he had known all his life, the men who had worked for him, sworn their loyalty to him.
Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.
He was naked except for a clout.
Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.
Well, the grass was there, though in some places the ground was too steep for a cow to get to it.
But it was not easy for him and he often slipped.
Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.
I was constantly searching for clues around the neighborhood of the hall.
No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.
Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??
At one and the same time, she was within it but still searching for the drawbridge that would give her entry.
That was the day that he had practically mopped up the main street of Big Sands with Aaron McBride, field boss for the Highlands Oil & Gas Company.
It was payday for Highlands, and he was packing a lot of money back into the oil fields.
I was just doing my job, just following orders, and for that he's going to kill me.
Somehow more terrible than the certainty that he was about to die was the knowledge that Lord would probably not suffer for it: the murder would go unpunished.
He was readying a batch of sourdough biscuits for the Dutch oven.

was and time
He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.
And he was fleeing, running -- fleeing his death and his life at the same time.
She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.
The coyote was calling again, and he hoped that this time there would be no other sounds to interrupt it.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
It was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood like a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun and human time.
Haying time was close at hand, and they needed some strong branches to repair a hay rack.
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.
One thing was certain -- his method was effective, so effective that after a time even the warning notices were often unnecessary.
Out in the center of the circle the farmer, who was Dan, wasted no time when they came to the line, `` The farmer choose his wife ''.
From the time the chocks were pulled until the plane was out of sight, he knew Donovan would keep his back to the strip.
It was all Greg had time to see.
I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.
Just as I got to my knees, there was again the sound of the fence stretching, and I had time only to start taking my kneeling posture seriously.
The Indian was again raising his bottle, but to my astonished relief -- probably only a fraction of Johnson's -- the bottle this time went to the Indian's lips.
There was no time to pick out a penny ; ;
This time there was no sound of brakes but the shrieking of women.
`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.
My new Aunt was perhaps three or four years older than I and it had been a long time since I had seen as gorgeous a woman who oozed sex.
I was aware of a humid look in her eyes that told me the time was opportune.

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