There was more to this than Jones had told him.

There was no one but me.

There was a ragged volley.

There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.

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 an artificial lake just out of sight in the first stand of trees, fed by a half dozen springs that popped out of the ground above the hillside orchard.

There was no chance.

There was no moon.

There a dozen giant monitors played their seventy-five-foot jets of water against the huge seam of tertiary gravel which was the mountainside.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

There was some idle talk, a listless discussion of this or that small happening during the day's drive.

There was to be no gunplay.

There was a light in Black's front room, but drawn curtains prevented any view of the interior.

There was no lock on the door, only an iron hook which he unfastened.

There was raw fury in his eyes, and the veins of his neck were swollen.

There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.

There was not enough room to make the usual vertical bomb run.

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 a blur just under my focus of vision, a crash ; ;

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 was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

There is also a student pub, Felicita's, and a defunct nightclub, Vertigo, which is now study space.

There are two other pubs in the town centre, The Wellington, at the southern end of town, and the Denmead Queen, which is adjacent to the Heroes and part of the JD Weatherspoon pub chain.

There is a pub in the Bull Ring called The Penny Black in his honour.

There is also a pub on Thames Road called The Jolly Farmers.

There has been an inn on the site of the present Griffin pub for centuries, though the present building dates from 1928.

There were early 19th century buildings opposite the Griffin pub on the corner of Totteridge Lane, but they were demolished in 2001 and replaced by a new Boots the Chemist.

There is also a pub, The Dukes Head, until circa 1959 another pub, The Crown was also open in the village.

There were 1, 801 households out of which 29. 9 % had children under the age of 18 living with them, 48. 7 % were married couples living together pub crawl, 14. 2 % had a female householder with no husband present, and 33. 5 % were non-families.

There is Hops and Grapes ( a pub located at Century Square ) and Treehaus ( at Cyberview Lodge Resort and Spa ).

There are now various restaurants available in Castleford from Chinese Cuisine & Indian cuisine to traditional English pub food.

There is a public slipway next to the garden of the Green Dragon pub in Water Steet, Chesterton.

There is no pub in the village, but at Midgley, there is the Black Bull ; the Station pub and the Old Post Office pub are nearby.

There is one pub in Scarcroft, the New Inn.

There are several pubs and clubs in and around the town centre including: The Butchers Arms, The Crown Inn, The Farmers, The Masons Arms, The Shamrock Inn, The Crossed Shuttle, The World's End pub and the Troydale Recreational Club, which is out of the town centre.

There is also James Brindley Science College ( previously James Brindley High School ) in Chell, Stoke-on-Trent, and also, the Brindley's Lock pub on Silverstone Crescent, Stoke-on-Trent.

There is a Wetherspoon's chain pub called The Last Post, situated in the building of the old Royal Mail sorting office and still adjacent to the town's main post office.

There is a pub in Burgate, Canterbury, near the cathedral, named The Thomas Ingoldsby.

There were entertainments at the Assembly Rooms ( built c. 1690 and now a pub ).

There was a third pub, The Lime Kiln, but this is now a private home.

There is a pub night held in Rydberg's honour every Wednesday at the Department of Physics at Lund University.

There are eight dining areas on campus Woody's ( pub food ), Dolce Vita ( fusion ), Mungo's ( burgers, salads and waffles ), Rutherford Bar ( tapas and mediterranean ), Gulbenkian Cafe ( lunch, theatre and themed menus ), Origin's Bar & Bistro ( Tex-Mex ), Templeman Library Cafe ( snacks, hot and cold drinks ), and The Beagle ( local specialities ).

There was another pub, the Plough, but it has been converted into a private house.