Help


[permalink] [id link]
+
Page "Kastelorizo" ¶ 20
from Wikipedia
Edit
Promote Demote Fragment Fix

Some Related Sentences

They and were
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.

They and on
They could hear the pony's feet on the dry leaves for a while, then the sound faded out.
They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.
They reached the guard house without alerting the men on the walls above, and Powers slipped through the door.
They squatted on their heels in the deep mud and Dill found a cigar in his breast pocket, passing it over silently.
They got tin cups of coffee from the big pot on the coosie's fire, rolled and lighted brown-paper cigarettes, lounged about.
They reined in before the town marshal's office, a box-sized building on Main Street.
They moved in on him, crowded him from all sides.
They returned to the street, mounted their horses, rode through the rain to the big house on Houston Street.
They tracked mud on the oaken floor, on the carpet.
They discussed the way people never tell each other the things on their minds.
They watched the tree until it twisted sharply on a bend.
They could come on him now without difficulty.
They are preoccupied riding herd on control panels, switches, flashing colored lights on pale green or gray consoles that look like business machines.
They inhabit a secret world centered on `` go codes '' and `` gold phones ''.
They squatted on their heels with their heads bent far forward, their eyes only a few inches from the ground.
They differed in the balance they believed essential to the sovereignty of the citizen -- but the supreme sacrifice each made served to maintain a still more fundamental truth: That individual life, liberty and happiness depend on a right balance between the two -- and on the limitation of sovereignty, in all its aspects, which this involves.
They arise in situations in which one believes that what happens depends not only on the external world, but also on the precise pattern of behavior of the individual or group.

They and their
They had pistols in their hands.
They poured through the opening in the valley, then spread out in a long line to come at us, brandishing their lances and filling the morning with their spine-chilling scalp cry.
They lay a little too stiffly, with their eyes straining to stay closed.
They had spent a million dollars, carving in a road, putting up buildings, drilling their haulage tunnel.
They blame us for all their troubles.
They brought to it all the odors that clung to men like themselves, that of their own sweat, of campfire smoke, of horses and cattle.
They had never seen a tultul but they had heard about it from their fathers ''.
They despise males who brag of their strength ; ;
They bought rustled cattle from the outlaw, kept him supplied with guns and ammunition, harbored his men in their houses.
They know little about their machinery beyond mechanical details.
They roll at night in ashes to keep warm and their second skin has a light dusty cast to it.
They recognized that slavery was a moral issue and not merely an economic interest, and that to recognize it explicitly in their Constitution would be in explosive contradiction to the concept of sovereignty they had set forth in the Declaration of 1776 that `` all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among them are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
They feel they are leagued against a hostile, persecutory world, faced with the concerted malevolent opposition of squares and their hirelings, the police.

0.070 seconds.