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 was a finality in the rhythm of the prayer -- it was the end of a life, the end of hope, and the wondering if there would ever be another beginning.

There was an air of blindness in her gray eyes, the startled-horse look that ultimately comes to some women who are born at the end of an ancestral line long since divorced from money-making and which, besides, has kept its estate intact.

There should be 10'' '' between the two parallel members and each should be 1'' '' from an end of the long piece.

There are ice cubes in a container at the far end and in another by the office.

There would be changes made, and Signor Raymond should understand that when the Pope died it was like the end of a regime in Rome.

There are the Tubanti just south of the Chatti and at the other end of what was then the Black Forest, the Varisti, whose location is known.

There was also a tendency for the four meetings to be aggregated toward the end of each state month.

There is no clear end to the ironclad period, but towards the end of the 1890s the term ironclad dropped out of use.

There were sufficient hard up borrowers to take the inducement offered them by management ( in spite of few simple sums sufficing to demonstrate that they were probably going to end up effectively paying back the inducement ).

There are only three outs per team in an inning in baseball, so one more out would end the game ( with Mudville losing ).

There is no end-of-stream marker ; the end of input is determined by when the universal machine decides to stop reading more bits.

There is a great deal of variation in the way English is spoken, with a " Standard English " at one end of a bipolar linguistic continuum and Creole languages at the other.

There are historic forts at both ends of Copacabana beach ; Fort Copacabana, built in 1914, is at the south end by Posto Seis and Fort Duque de Caxias, built in 1779, at the north end.

While the press predicted the end of Corrie, H. V. Kershaw declared that " There are no stars in Coronation Street.

There is a recurring myth about the notch situated in one end of the dog tags issued to United States Army personnel during World War II.

There is no freeway connection between U. S. 101 and the southwest end of the Dumbarton Bridge.

There is a nature preserve at Ein Gedi, and several Dead Sea hotels are located on the southwest end at Ein Bokek near Neve Zohar.

There were also painted schemes in Basel ( the earliest dating from c. 1440 ); a series of paintings on canvas by Bernt Notke, in Lübeck ( 1463 ); the initial fragment of the original Bernt Notke painting ( accomplished at the end of the 15th century ) in the St Nicholas ' Church, Tallinn, Estonia ; the painting at the back wall of the chapel of Sv.

There is of course a lot of uncertainty about house prices, and the outcome may end up higher or lower than this estimate.

There is no fundamental limit known to these wavelengths or energies, at either end of the spectrum, although photons with energies near the Planck energy or exceeding it ( far too high to have ever been observed ) will required new physical theories to describe.

There are two end zones, each being on an opposite side of the field.