They rarely spoke.

They also spoke together at the funeral of Boris Yeltsin in 2007.

They spoke an exclusive dialect, baltisch-deutsch, legally spoken by them alone.

They quite naturally spoke of astrologists and astronomers as Chaldeans.

They spoke the now extinct British language, which evolved into the Breton, Cornish, and Welsh languages.

They also practiced forms of Esoteric Christianity, Mysticism ( Christian mysticism ), and Rapp often spoke of the virgin spirit or Goddess named Sophia in his writings.

They spoke of being accused of as spies and that their brother Simeon, had been taken prisoner.

They claimed that Hani Hanjour spoke very little English, and Moqed did most of the speaking.

They spoke a language now known as Old Prussian and followed pagan Prussian mythology.

They both spoke out over the course of the campaign on similar issues, but with different approaches.

They became known as the Chamorros, and spoke an Austronesian language called Chamorro.

The Atlantic January 1895 also included a mention of the subject: " They all spoke a queer jargon which they themselves had invented.

They were ethnically diverse, so far as can be judged, but they spoke languages of the West Semitic language family ( probably mutually intelligible ) and shared a common culture in many respects, including religion, diet, and economic and political organization.

They lived to the north of the rivers Forth and Clyde, and spoke the extinct Pictish language, thought to have been related to the Brythonic languages spoken by the Britons to the south.

* They repeated the ritual but according to the correct laws of nature, the male spoke first.

They spoke again at Lafayette College on March 8, 2011.

At their first concert, They Might Be Giants performed under the name El Grupo De Rock and Roll, because the show was a Sandinista rally in Central Park, and all of the audience members spoke Spanish Soon discarding this title, the band assumed the name of a 1971 film They Might Be Giants ( starring George C. Scott and Joanne Woodward ), which is in turn taken from a Don Quixote passage about how Quixote mistook windmills for evil giants.

They wore clothes reminiscent of Roman armour, " against the space debris that kept falling onto the planet lost from other places, like television sets and bits of an Iron Chicken ", and they spoke in whistles.

They appeared on The Mike Douglas Show and took over hosting duties for a week, during which Ono spoke at length about the evils of racism and sexism.

They shared the composer's taste for hard spirits – especially Aldous Huxley, with whom Stravinsky spoke in French ".

They spoke Whulshootseed, a local form of Lushootseed ; most Muckleshoots today do not speak their ancestral language, but some do and the tribe has an active program for its preservation and resuscitation.

They initially became estranged when Nancy spoke about her daughter on a television show and later wrote a book titled, From Mother and Daughter to Friends: A Memoir ( 1999 ).

They spoke their own speech, which is near to Old Prussian language.

They spoke the Northern Paiute language.

They bear a geologic similarity to the Laurentian Mountains of Canada.

They are also the foothills of the Laurentian Mountains which stretch east through Quebec, beginning north of Montreal and joining up with others into Vermont and New Hampshire.

They spoke Laurentian.

They spoke Laurentian, practiced agriculture, and built fortified villages, such as those visited and described by explorer Jacques Cartier.

They also spend time in a home in the Laurentian Mountains of Quebec, Canada, as well as in Toronto, Canada, during Rush's recording and rehearsal sessions.

They spoke a branch of Iroquoian called Laurentian.

They hunted and trapped throughout this territory ( mainly in the Laurentian Mountains, between the central section of the Saint-Maurice and the Saguenay rivers ).

They crawled through the north fence and came on toward him, and now he saw that both were young, not more than nineteen or twenty.

They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.

They were running from something.

They were a pair of lost, whipped kids, Morgan thought as he went to bed.

They passed ranches that were framed dark gray against the black hills.

They were tethered, army style, on stable lines.

They bawled questions that were not answered in the uproar.

They were about a mile off ; ;

They weren't sleeping, of course, but they thought they were doing him a favor by pretending.

They expected greater things from him, regardless of how trying the circumstances, and they were disappointed.

They were going to town, and they were both excited.

They were free.

They were in a fight, outweighed in both numbers and money.

They were sitting on their heels, rider-fashion, over by the still empty calf wagon.

They were considering it gravely, neither seeming to like what he planned.

They were silent for a little while, each looking glum.

They were all good men.

They were headed straight for each other on a collision course.

`` They were supposed to meet Thor at nine PM for a conference concerning the ad campaign for their soap, a new angle based on this SX-21 stuff ''.

They were married over the week-end, though he was easily sixty and she could not have been even thirty.

They were west of the Sabine, but only God knew where.

They were engulfed by the weird silence, broken only by the low, angry murmur of the river.

They were already swollen to bursting.