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.

Lautner, for his part, `` belonged to the present-day race of small artists, who do not demand the utmost of themselves '', and the bitter description of the type includes such epithets as `` wretched little poseurs '', the devastating indictment `` they do not know how to be wretched decently and in order '', and the somewhat extreme prophecy, so far not fulfilled: `` They will be destroyed ''.

They argue further ( and somewhat contradictorily ) that our knowledge and resources in preventive medicine would make it possible to control such an outbreak of disease.

They are somewhat variable in form and coloration, but all have the wide, flat, noses typical of New World Monkeys.

They may also be somewhat uncomfortable, since they try to fit as much people as possible inside them.

They produce a bass which differs somewhat in timbre from nylon basses.

They finished the season 14-0, and are somewhat immortalized as arguably the greatest team in NFL history.

They state that this story may originate with an over-excited Victorian letter writer sharing somewhat exaggerated accounts of his exotic life in the tropical colony with a British audience back home.

They offered somewhat different sequences in describing how they and the horses reacted upon seeing the creature.

They later released Insen ( 2005 ) – while produced in a similar manner to Vrioon, this album is somewhat more restrained and minimalist.

They were tiring of playing the same songs so often and wanted to perform original material, and they were weary of Hawkins's somewhat dictatorial leadership.

They are not considered addictive and are somewhat preferable to the monoamine oxidase inhibitors ( MAOIs ).

They settled in central and northern Hesse and southern Lower Saxony, along the upper reaches of the Weser River and in the valleys and mountains of the Eder, Fulda and Weser River regions, a district approximately corresponding to Hesse-Kassel, though probably somewhat more extensive.

They spawn in mid to late spring, somewhat later than northern pike, over shallow, vegetated areas.

They are perennial and somewhat prostrate, with yellow flowers.

They have large leaves that are somewhat triangular, with long fleshy petioles.

They are portrayed as somewhat intelligent, with a language of sorts, and are consciously in league with the Orcs, rather than wild animals the Orcs have tamed.

They developed the town on a regular grid pattern, although this was adapted somewhat to match the local topography.

They are products of collective activity and as such these representations have the particular, and somewhat contradictory, aspect that they exist externally to the individual ( since they are created and controlled not by the individual but by society as a whole ), and yet simultaneously within each individual of the society ( by virtue of that individual's participation within society ).

They are built somewhat like pigs, with large heads relative to their bodies, stout necks, and rounded rumps with no tail of any consequence ; some of the sounds they emit are very similar to those made by pigs, and they also spend a large amount of time eating.

They also maintain somewhat ambivalent relations with Hobbits for most of the Third Age, although after the mission to retake the Lonely Mountain Bilbo Baggins is held in great esteem there.

They have a relatively small genetic base, so hereditary diseases were earlier somewhat prevalent.

They are presented in CthulhuTech much as they are in the original Lovecraft stories, and somewhat similar to that in Delta Green: they are masters of science and genetics, and in particular human genetics.

They planned on producing a machine very similar in architecture to the Cray Research vector processor machines, with a somewhat lower performance, but with a much better price / performance ratio.

They are not generally eaten in large amounts however, and their edibility is therefore still somewhat debatable.

They are somewhat comparable to an eggshell with a hammer.