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 had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.

There were no tracks of either hoofs or boots.

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 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.

There is the unexplainable, and there art raises questions that it does not attempt to answer ''.

There the community, faced with the need to formulate policy on the level of absolute justice, can find the answer to its problem in the absolute truth which it holds as partially experienced.

There was only one possible answer, but Jack's horrified mind refused to believe it until he had fed the radar plots of the skiff's course into the computer.

There is no clear answer to this question.

This shows in particular that is a natural number for any natural numbers n and k. There are many other combinatorial interpretations of binomial coefficients ( counting problems for which the answer is given by a binomial coefficient expression ), for instance the number of words formed of n bits ( digits 0 or 1 ) whose sum is k is given by, while the number of ways to write where every a < sub > i </ sub > is a nonnegative integer is given by.

There is no universal answer for how to sort such strings ; any rules are application dependent.

#* The answer is " every ," and the logic is as follows: There are three words, ending " g ," " r ," and " y.

" There are quotation marks needed to make this answer correct when the puzzle is printed, but they give away the trick.

There is one answer which is a little too easy and quick.

There is no magic bullet here, no one answer satisfies all.

There are three major philosophical schools of thought concerning the answer: dualism, materialism, and idealism.

However, if one considers the story historically accurate, happening in Jesus ' life apart from the similar incidents recorded in the other gospels, the question of the authenticity of the parable receives a different answer ... John Nolland, following Wilckens ' ideas, writes: ' There can hardly be a prior form of the episode not containing the present parable, since this would leave the Pharisee's concerns of v 39 with no adequate response '.

There is not just one method that philosophers use to answer philosophical questions.

There are at least three ways in which a realist might try to answer James ' challenge of explaining the reason why universal conceptions are more lofty than those of particulars-there is the moral / political answer, the mathematical / scientific answer and the anti-paradoxical answer.

There can be many different answers to prayer, just as there are many ways to interpret an answer to a question, if there in fact comes an answer.

There are occasions, in which the hand of the assassin would be very useful … The true answer is this ; that these actions, after all, are not useful, and for that reason, and that alone, are not right.

There is but one answer to these inquiries: Public credit is restored and ESTABLISHED.

There is a general principle that a stupid man can ask such questions to which one hundred wise men would not be able to answer.

There is no time limit to answer a question ; a contestant may ( and often does ) take as long as they need to ponder an answer.