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 were the first act to have three singles enter at number one, and all six of the band's chart-toppers were penned by Noddy Holder and Jim Lea.

They found themselves penned in south of the Esk, on English territory between the river and the Moss, and so after intense fighting surrendered themselves and their 10 field guns to the English cavalry.

They followed up with " Just One Look " ( February 1964, UK No. 2 ), a song that had already had some success in the US for Doris Troy, and the hits continued with " Here I Go Again " ( May 1964, UK No. 4 ); the group's first self-penned hit, " We're Through " ( Sep. 1964, UK No. 7 ); " Yes I Will " ( Jan. 1965, UK No. 9 ); the Clint Ballard, Jr .- penned " I'm Alive " ( May 1965, the band's first UK No. 1, US No. 103 ); and " Look Through Any Window " ( Sept. 1965, UK No. 4 ) which also broke The Hollies into the US Top 40 for the first time ( No. 32, Jan. 1966 ).

They penned a twenty-minute version of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, which they performed at Renaissance Fairs, on street-corners, beaches, and at private events.

They toured the East Coast, but Oberst began to feel penned in by the band.

They signed a deal with Target Records, and in 1976, had what turned out to be their final Top 10 hit with the ominously entitled Tony Macaulay penned song, " Falling Apart at The Seams ".

They not only penned a good deal of Annette ’ s songs, but were also responsible for most of the iconic Disney songs of the 1960s and beyond – “ It's a Small World ” and “ The Tiki Tiki Tiki Room ” for the theme parks, as well as the songs from Mary Poppins, The Jungle Book, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

They are best known for their million-selling 1971 single " Put Your Hand in the Hand ", penned by Gene MacLellan.

They either attended the wake, sent wreaths or penned messages of sympathy.

They remained on friendly terms, and, in 1962, he penned a ballad about their break-up, called " There's Nothing More To Say ", for Clark's LP In Other Words.

In honor of the school's fiftieth anniversary in 1972, long-time faculty member and writer D. Bruce Lockerbie penned a history of the school entitled, The Way They Should Go.

They love to be with their owners and family, and are happy just doing things with their humans, or sitting nearby, watching them: a Redbone Coonhound who has been left out of the family fun or penned up during the party is often a heartbroken one.

They had been seen as soon as they left the ranch, picked out of the darkness by the weary though watchful eyes of two men posted a few hundred yards away in the windless shelter of the trees.

They had the house cleaned up by noon, and Wilson sent the boy out to the meadow to bring in the horses.

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 could no longer afford the luxury of the canvas sweat bag that cooled it by evaporation.

They are supplied, a batch at a time, by a secret source and are continually changed by Wisman or his staff, at random intervals.

They are huge areas which have been swept by winds for so many centuries that there is no soil left, but only deep bare ridges fifty or sixty yards apart with ravines between them thirty or forty feet deep and the only thing that moves is a scuttling layer of sand.

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, perhaps, gave the pitch of their position in the preface where it was said that Eisenhower requested that the Commission be administered by the American Assembly of Columbia University, because it was non-partisan.

While convalescing in his Virginia home he wrote a book recording his prison experiences and escape, entitled: They Shall Not Have Me Published originally in ( Helion's ) English by Dutton & Co. of New York, in 1943, the book was received by the press as a work of astonishing literary power and one of the most realistic accounts of World War 2, from the French side.

On December 21, the day that the Irish House of Commons petitioned for removal of Sir Constantine Phipps, their Tory Lord Chancellor, Molesworth reportedly made this remark on the defense of Phipps by Convocation: `` They that have turned the world upside down, are come hither also ''.

They were repelled by his noisy newspapers, his personal publicity, his presumptuous campaign for the Presidential nomination, and by the swelling cloud of rumor about his moral lapses.

They emerged as interchangeable cogs in a faulty but formidable machine: shaved nearly naked, hair queued, greatcoated, jackbooted, and best of all -- in the opinion of the British professional, Major Semple-Lisle -- `` their minds are not estranged from the paths of obedience by those smatterings of knowledge which only serve to lead to insubordination and mutiny ''.

They both measure literature by moral standards, and in their political writings both allow for censorship, but the differences between them are also significant.

They even accept the `` double standard '' of sex morality in a double sense, i.e., both sexes agree that standards for men differ from standards for women, and women apply to both sexes a standard different from that held by men.

They had risen from humble beginnings by their own diligence and astuteness, they were unfettered by the codes that bound nobles like Othon or even the older generation of clerks like Hotham, and they were working for an end that their opponents had never even visualized.

They, however much they were in disagreement with the late Victorians over the method by which Britain was Germanized, agreed with them that the end result was the complete extinction of the previous Celtic population and civilization.

They react in obedience to an instinct or urge which has itself been impelled by natural law.