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 are Spanish girls who look like Tommy Momoyama, brunettes with a Moorish hint of the Orient in their faces ; ;

There is little indication that the Lollard Knights were specifically known as such during their lifetimes ; they were men of discretion, and unlike Sir John Oldcastle years later, rarely gave any hint of open rebellion.

There is little hint of native hostility ; the Celts and the Germans appear to have helped him, which suggests that the expedition was put forward as purely scientific.

There was not a hint of the delicate artist about him ; he was a cheerful lover of wine, women and parties.

There is then a small hint at the friction between Mark Antony and Octavius which will characterise another of Shakespeare's Roman plays, Antony and Cleopatra.

There are many remaining mine buildings, mine shafts ( most blocked off from outsiders with large steel doors ), and hoists, including the weathered remains of the Walker Webster Silver Mine and the water towers once used to hydrate one of the biggest mines, the Silver King, provide a hint of the history of this mining town transformed in economic upheaval into a skiing resort.

There is no doubt that Tauromenium continued to form a part of the kingdom of Syracuse until the death of Hieron, and that it only passed under the government of Rome when the whole island of Sicily was reduced to a Roman province ; but we have scarcely any account of the part it took during the Second Punic War, though it would appear, from a hint in Appian, that it submitted to Marcellus on favorable terms ; and it is probable that it was on that occasion it obtained the peculiarly favored position it enjoyed under the Roman dominion.

There was no hint what lay inside.

There is a hint in this exception that woodland may not have been plentiful on Fleet Farm.

There was a hint to this in the manual ( Hint: The first dungeon is the wine cellar of the only tavern in town which serves wine.

There is even a hint that Falstaff was originally Oldcastle in The Merry Wives of Windsor too.

There is a hint in the writing of the earlier Sima Xiangru ( 179 – 117 BC ) that the gimbal existed in China since the 2nd century BC.

There are some characteristics that hint at a Hepplewhite design, such as shorter more curved chair arms, straight legs, shield-shape chair backs, all without carving.

There is a hint of a paradox in that indulgence causes someone to be filled with desire and that music without a sound is desired by the soul.

There is no hint in this film that the theatre featured nudes.

There is a clear outline with only a hint of eyebrows and beard should the dog be broken coated.

There is also a full page picture at the end, showing the state of the orphans, and a hint as to what the next book will be about.

There were times when he teased us with a hint of how he could dominate a game.

There is even a hint that Falstaff was originally Oldcastle in The Merry Wives of Windsor too.

There was no hint of shame, certainly no apologizing, just apparent disdain for having their business practices dissected on the front page of the New York Times.

There was clearly an important element here of Alfred exercising his dominance ; however, the source material provides no hint as to the wider implications of this in terms of territory or otherwise.

There is a hint of a connection between trigonometry and number theory.

Eysenck's assessment of his overall argument is as follows: " There is no hint that the theory is more than a suggestion of how many disparate facts and hypotheses can be pulled together into a causal chain, explaining … the apogee of human endeavour-genius.

There is a hint of association between Bethany and care for the unwell in the Gospels: Mark tells of Simon the Leper's house there ( Mark 14: 3-10 ); Jesus receives urgent word of Lazarus ' illness from Bethany ( John 11: 1-12: 11 ).