He found that if he was tired enough at night, he went to sleep simply because he was too exhausted to stay awake.

He was too old -- when he passed up and through the corridor of pines that lined the trail he could see ahead, he was passing from life.

A man was standing in the open door of the lighted orderly room a few yards to Mike's left, but he, too, suddenly made up his mind and went racing to join the confused activity at the east end of the stockade.

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

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

under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.

So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.

Having persisted too long in deliberate ignorance and denial of the forces that threatened her, Pamela was relieved now to admit their potency and to be taking definite steps toward grappling with them.

It was strictly the deputy's game, but McBride had gone too far to throw in.

He hated them too much to understand -- the people of this isolated law-unto-itself world that was Lord's world.

It was not until he moved across the porch that he became aware of them, and then it was too late.

Curt was too involved in his own problems to pay much attention.

If the turn was too tight, a barrel roll would bring them out.

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

Man, you rang -- it was in color, too, Miss, and Miss??

When our eyes met the air was filled with an unuttered message of `` Me, too ''.

But Nicolas, too, was being interrupted, that morning.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

He speaks your language too, for he is the grandson of a chieftain on Taui who made much magic and was strong and cunning.

Keith was on his feet because he didn't care at all about life any more: Penny on her feet, proudly, because she cared too much.

Curt was in almost as bad shape, but he wouldn't quit.

He wondered where the superstition had originated that it was bad luck for a crew chief to watch his plane take off on a combat mission.

It was at this point that Pike decided to capitalize on the bad feelings between the two men.

In late December, the American army moved from Whitemarsh to Valley Forge, and although the distance was only 13 miles, the journey took more than a week because of the bad weather, the barefooted and almost naked men.

The situation already was bad because the Legislature moved the governor's race forward a few months, causing the campaigning to get started earlier than usual.

Human nature was not a piece of meat you could tell was bad by its smell.

It took a piece of bad luck to show Michelangelo that the boy was devoted to him.

Mr. Crumb was laid up with a bad cold.

As we think of the long and excruciating pain it must have suffered, we are very likely to say: `` It was a bad thing that the little animal should suffer so ''.

I hold, on the contrary, that we mean to assert something of the pain itself, namely, that it was bad -- bad when and as it occurred.

The pain of the rabbit was not itself bad ; ;

If so, then it is clear that in saying the suffering was bad we are not expressing our feelings only.

We are saying that the pain was bad when and as it occurred and before anyone took an attitude toward it.

In the only sense in which badness is involved at all, whatever was bad in the first case is still present in its entirety, since all that is expressed in either case is a state of feeling, and that feeling is still there.

If anyone asked us, after we made the remark that the suffering was a bad thing, whether we should think it relevant to what we said to learn that the incident had never occurred and no pain had been suffered at all, we should say that it made all the difference in the world, that what we were asserting to be bad was precisely the suffering we thought had occurred back there, that if this had not occurred, there was nothing left to be bad, and that our assertion was in that case mistaken.

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

Brenner's voice was oily, but Summers wasn't fooled.

`` The snake was beautiful, wasn't it ''??

The Acropolis was unique in the world and if that imcomparable work flooded by moonlight wasn't enough for both natives and tourists, then they were quite simply barbarians and the hell with them.

The man, Tom said, explained that it was not only too long and detailed but that as it stood it wasn't the sort of thing the public wanted.

And one cannot but wonder whether Marshal Malinovsky, who was blowing hot and cold, exalting peace but also almost openly considering the possibility of preventive war against the West, wasn't trying to keep the Chinese quiet.

He was awful angry because he'd thought Ma was going to do something big, something heroic even, especially for her I know him I know him we felt the same sometimes while Ma wasn't thinking about that at all, not anything like that.

When he was a kid I wasn't around ''.

It was muscular but it wasn't symmetrical.

It wasn't long before I sensed that there was something deeper than overvaulting ambition back of his desire for Viola's destruction.

He said he was the lonely type and working in a cellar you saw funny things coming out of the cracks in the wall if they wasn't nobody with you.

The first few days Bob Fogg set his plane down on Towne field back of the State House when the wind was right, and used Wilson flat above Barre when it wasn't.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

I could get up close to him where there was traffic but had to drop far behind when there wasn't traffic.

She was complying with the law in regard to registrations but she certainly wasn't checking license numbers or bothering the tenants.

The place wasn't particularly busy at that time of night, and the girl who was waiting on me, who was clothed in the tightest-fitting pair of slacks I had ever seen on a woman and a sweater that showed everything there was -- and there was lots of it -- wanted to be sociable.

She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.

He wasn't a dwarf but he was a bit of a comic figure.

Nellie Harris wasn't old, she was ancient -- a tiny shriveled woman with a face like a tan prune.