She'd found one and she hadn't said a word while Big Hans and I had hunted and hunted as we always did all winter, every winter since the spring that Hans had come and I had looked in the privy and found the first one.

She'd been out with Pete the night before and her gay chatter about their date lightened my mood a little.

She'd sell me and the children out for her damned purity.

She'd recall: " The Exciters sort of got you by the throat ... out of the blue comes blasting at you “ I know something about love ”, and that ’ s it.

She'd once put out a lit Marlboro in a woman's eye just for staring at Willy.

She'd be through here, just no time at all -- leave this kind of thing 'way behind.

She'd be smart about it, get him to give it to her in little bills so's nobody would suspect -- maybe couldn't get it until Monday account of that, the banks -- But that wasn't really long to wait.

She'd have gotten him, if I hadn't stopped her.

She'd forward questions to him ; he'd answer them to the original querent and copy her on the reply ; then, she'd gather up all of those, and include them in the monthly help desk column.

She'd driven around for a while, Joyce said, then, thinking Louis Thor would have calmed down by that time, she'd gone back to his home on Bryn Mawr Drive, parked in front, and walked toward the pool.

She'd found it by luck most likely but she hadn't said anything and we didn't know how long ago it'd been or how many other ones she'd found, saying nothing.

She'd be sure to remember any bride who was vague about background.

She'd have made a great scientist dedicated to tracking down heredity and environment.

She'd also remember if the groom died later ''.

She'd say she didn't feel good on Sunday, couldn't go to church -- there'd be a little argument, but she could be stubborn -- and when the old woman had gone, quick pack the things she'd need to take, all but the dress she'd wear Monday, and take the bag down to that place in the station where you could put things in a locker overnight, for a dime.

She'd have consulted us, you see.

`` She'd better step on it.

She'd have crawled over broken glass if she thought it would help her performance.

* " All She'd Say Was " Umh Hum "" w. m.

However the situation grew tense ; Butler recalled, " She'd turn up late for rehearsals and say the worst thing in the world-' I've been on a Blur video shoot.

She'd been presumed dead for the previous five years, after having driven her car off of a bridge and into the water off the Florida Keys and later that July, Marcy Walker, was axed after nearly two years with the show, playing the anti-hero, Tangie Hill in favor of the full-time return of fan favorite, Nola Chamberlain, portrayed by Lisa Brown.

" She'd Rather Be With Me " reached number 3 on the US charts in late spring and actually out-charted " Happy Together " overseas, reaching # 4 in the UK.

" " It was the outbursts ," said her daughter, " She'd fly into a rage.

The link between Susan and Mary Poppins is explicitly alluded to in Hogfather, when Susan states that " She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps, she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.

They poured through the opening in the valley, then spread out in a long line to come at us, brandishing their lances and filling the morning with their spine-chilling scalp cry.

Macklin was the third man to come out, and he came unhurriedly.

When the sea was visible ahead of them, the relief was as great as if the sun had come out.

He was disturbed by what had happened on the dive and by what he remembered of a conversation he had had the night before with the German, who had come out of the head while he was fixing himself a drink in the galley.

`` Come out, come out in the meadow '', Matsuo said under his breath.

`` If I don't come out within half an hour ride back to town and bring out a posse ''.

He left the house and almost certain death without even increasing his pace and wondered by what remarkable stroke of Providence he had been allowed to come out alive.

`` Miss Langford, come out and play with us like you promised '', several of the little girls called.

But now we can keep it out no longer, because we have come into a time when `` it invades our experience at every moment.

When I try to work out my reasons for feeling that this passage is of critical significance, I come up with the following ideas, which I shall express very briefly here and revert to in a later essay.

Both I and my feelings come up out of a chain of events that fan out into the past into sources that are ultimately very unlike the entity which I now am.

Although it is constantly made to look foolish ( too simple to come in out of the rain, people say, who have found in the innocent an impediment ), it does not mind looking foolish because it is not concerned with how it looks.

His signal was for the other dogs to come running, but it was also the signal for Mama and the other maids to watch out.

Berto's The Sky Is Red had been a small masterpiece and in its special way the best book to come out of the war.

It can manifest itself before discharge from service, or it can come out years later.

Once, sitting at the front window in his parents' room, he saw Kate come out of her house.

He had come because he could not live out his life feeling that he had been a coward.

The suitcases had come while they were out, and had been put in their room, the concierge said.

Pat took Eileen and me out to dinner at a swell steak house and told us with tears in his eyes how happy he was we had come together again.

`` What train does Mr. Flannagan come out on ''??

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

Yet a moment did come that night when the adventurous letter writer and fantasist seemed to stride off my flashy pages, out of my mind, and plant himself in reality.