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 seem darned proud of it.

They have quarreled with their respective fathers, they are proud to be Saxons, they display a highly-evolved sense of justice, they support the rightful king even though he is of Norman-French ancestry, they are adept with weapons, and they each fall in love with a " fair maid " ( Rowena and Marian, respectively ).

They are today particularly proud of the memory of Vice Brigadiere Salvo D ' Acquisto, who was executed by the Germans in Palidoro ( near Rome ) during World War II.

They are loquacious yet capable of silence ; gregarious yet so close to the earth that single families or even men alone might live and travel for long periods away from other human beings ; proud, yet capable of a gentle self-ridicule.

: They are proud and wilful, but they are true-hearted, generous in thought and deed ; bold but not cruel ; wise but unlearned, writing no books but singing many songs, after the manner of the children of Men before the Dark Years.

They have made us ashamed of the things of which formerly we were proud.

They were proud of this achievement as attested in the Epic of Gilgamesh which opens with a description of Uruk its walls, streets, markets, temples, and gardens.

They are proud of their socialist traditions, and have fought for a better future for their children and their grandchildren.

They should be proud of their God-given heritage just as I am proud of mine.

They also were proud of their corn fields.

They were the evil of the period ; I was proud at being driven out.

: They will never tame him, the proud Flemish Lion,

They are a collection of proud and warlike races.

They are also very proud and will condemn anyone ( even their own people ) if any disgraced acts are committed.

They each had a high regard for the other's work and Albert, unlike many men of his day, was proud of his wife's artistic career and success.

They are " uncommonly proud.

They are very proud to be of Polish descent.

They made Murray proud once again in game six, when Glen Murray scored in the second overtime to win the game for the Kings, 1 – 0.

They are proud of their work.

They are also well known for being very proud of their Black African identity, the main reason behind the Fur's opposition to all governments that have been ruling Sudan since 1956 and led by central and northern Sudan Arab elites.

They are reputed blind, avaricious, envious and proud.

They think it's because I'm superior: proud, or peculiar or ' posh ', as they say: and its because I wouldn't know what to do, how to carry myself, where to stop.

They are intense and brooding, proud and warlike, and this has made them little trusted by their fellow kin of Ulthuan.