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There had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.
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There was more to this than Jones had told him.
There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.
There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.
There had been classroom guffaws which quickly subsided as Professor Griggs said dryly: `` I see your point, Pauson.
There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.
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 ).
There had not yet supervened between understanding and expression the new languages of mathematics and scientific formulas.
There had been something sinister about him that warned me against him, -- I had never felt that way about any other boy, -- but when he uttered his name on the telephone I had forgotten this and I was glad to do what he asked of me.
There had been reading at table, especially from two books, Pope Gregory The Great's account of St. Scholastica in his Dialogues and my own The World Of Washington Irving.
There were several men of ninety or more whom I knew first or last, all of whom were still productive and most of whom knew one another as if they had naturally come together at the apex of their lives.
There, to the Evening Post, she emphatically denied the divorce rumors and explained that she had stayed behind because of the schooling of their son, which henceforth would be strictly American.
There had been signs and portents like the regular toppling over and defacing of the bust of Lauro Di Bosis near the Villa Lante and in the Gianicolo.
There were other Italians who still bore scars they had earned in police station basements, resisting.
There were a few reasons for that, too: Garibaldi had been taken up and exploited by the Communists nowadays.
There is little doubt if they had a secret ballot, they would vote for food for their family, in place of ideological purity out on the farm.
There was a little blood on the hem of her dress, for the assassin had slashed Miss Harris's companion, Major Rathbone, with a knife.
There would be great need soon for his skill as surgeon, but somehow he had not planned to use his knowledge merely for war.
There was stability there, too -- a color which his life had had once.
There and been
There might have been a pool of cool water behind any of these tree-clumps: only -- there was not.
There might have been a fence or a house just over the next rise ; ;
There has probably always been a bridge of some sort at the southeastern corner of the city.
There is every reason to recognize that in the very last years of his life, as we shall see, Thompson did take the drug in carefully rationed doses to ease the pains of his illness, but the exact date at which this began has never been determined.
There must have been special feelings of joy and patriotism in the heart of Daniel Morgan too, when the news was received on April 30th of the recognition by France of the independence of the United States.
There is no explanation of terms nor a qualification that most such revolts have been dealt with by force -- only a bald dogmatism that they must, because of some undefined compulsion, be so repelled.
There have been cooing doves, chattering magpies, thieving jackdaws, a proud peacock, a silly goose, and a harpy eagle -- whom I was silly enough to mate with and who is now busy tearing at my vitals ''.
There has been an increase in cooperative research with other Federal agencies and civilian institutions.
There have been a number of sound plans proposed.
There is little enthusiasm for spending money to develop more powerful engines because of the erroneous belief that the aircraft has been made obsolete by the missile.
There has been an intensification of price-consciousness in recent years ; ;
There have always been tales of disillusionment -- the competent technician who became an administrator, willingly or not, and found he didn't like it ; ;
There have been many extremely competent men who have been converted into very incompetent managers or submerged in paper work, to their own and the public's dissatisfaction and loss.
There are many types of ambiguity and many of them have been described by rhetoricians under such names as amphibology, parisology, and other ologies.
There and no
There was no one but me.
There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.
There was no chance.
There was no moon.
There was to be no gunplay.
There were no tracks of either hoofs or boots.
There was no lock on the door, only an iron hook which he unfastened.
There were no less than six or seven saloons in Ganado, not counting the lower class dives, all vying for the trade of celebrating miners and teamsters.
There was, of course, no way for the other planes to get by them.
There was no time to pick out a penny ; ;
There was no valley like this on your map.
There was no real sign of the river now, just a roiling, oily ribbon of liquid movement through muddy waters that reached everywhere.
There was no doubt that Herr Schaffner meant every word of what he said.
There was no reply so he shoved it open with his foot and stepped inside.
There is no room for error or waste.
There are almost no fictional treatments of the industrialized south ''.
There is no more `` plot '' than that ; ;
There is no justification for such misrepresentation.
There is no socially existential answer to the question.
There is no selectivity ; ;
There is no necessity, I suppose, to assert that Mr. Faulkner is Southern.
There is another kind of ardor, a quiet, sure devotion to the fundamental decencies of human life, but no angry utopian contentions.
There were no reasons for such suppositions then.
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