He had been worried that with Miller and Rankin added to the escape party they would be short.

Precious had me worried.

Pat had been worried as hell ever since she'd lost her job on that fashion magazine.

If anyone had asked her, she would have described herself only as nervous and worried.

Right now, however, he was still too worried about Jerry Burton, and the gun that had no bullets, and the story Burton had told him, to care too much about Tony Calenda.

Yet when the dear baby came, he had Tillie over here in a jiffy, and was as attentive and sweet and worried and happy when it was all over as any husband could have been.

Many times since his death that memory had worried and troubled her.

His mother, who had seen little of him for four years, appeared worried about his sailing off by himself for an Orient which, she herself having slight knowledge of it, had to be distrusted.

if Mike had had a finger in it, he had gotten away with it -- and what happened to supreme bishops worried Jubal not at all as long as he wasn't bothered.

The Afghan ruler was worried about the southward encroachment of Russia, which by 1873 had taken over the lands of the khan, or ruler, of Khiva.

They'd had a bombing three months earlier and were worried about trouble.

( 1 ) In December 1911, Bernardo Reyes ( the popular general whom Porfirio Díaz had sent to Europe on a diplomatic mission because Díaz worried that Reyes was going to challenge him for the presidency ) launched a rebellion in Nuevo León, where he had previously served as governor.

Whereas Lang was worried about the advent of the Nazi regime, partly because of his Jewish heritage, his wife and screen writer Thea von Harbou had started to sympathize with the Nazis in the early 1930s and joined the NSDAP in 1932.

The notes Erwin made for his planned meeting with Holt ( which he evidently provided to Reid ) indicate that he and others were worried that Holt was too susceptible to traps set for him by the ALP over issues like the VIP jets scandal, and that he had repeatedly let himself become the target of Opposition " harassment " instead of letting his ministers take the heat on controversial issues.

However, the Great War and its subsequent events were the cataclysmic upheavals that late 19th-century artists such as Brahms had worried about, and avant-gardists had embraced.

The absence of armed personnel had worried Israeli delegation head Shmuel Lalkin even before his team arrived in Munich.

The King and his generals wanted to push on, conquer Bohemia and march to Vienna, but Bismarck, worried that Prussian military luck might change or that France might intervene on Austria's side, enlisted the help of the Crown Prince ( who had opposed the war but had commanded one of the Prussian armies at Königgrätz ) to change his father's mind after stormy meetings.

If he had married her, he'd have been asking for trouble.

His plans and dreams had revolved around her so much and for so long that now he felt as if he had nothing.

He put her down on the couch, and going into the kitchen, saw that the boy had dropped into a chair beside the table.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

Her hat had come off and fallen behind her shoulders, held by the string, and he could see her face more clearly than he had at any time before.

But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.

He watched the girl until she had gone into the trees, and waited until he couldn't hear the sound of her horse any longer, then went up to where the children were sleeping.

After they had finished eating, Melissa took Sprite the kitten under her arm -- `` so that Auntie Grace can teach it about the whistle '' -- and climbed into the station wagon beside her mother.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

That mistake, she thought, had cost her dearly these past few days, and she wanted to avoid falling into any more of the traps that the mountain might set for her.

On her bureau lay a small, brass ornament of simple design and faded engraving -- an object which, Pamela believed now, had been the property of her great-grandfather, Major Hiram Munroe Culver.

He had plenty of work to do.

He had no idea how much time Budd would give him.

In any case, he had no intention of being caught asleep, so he carried his revolver in its holster on his hip and he took his Winchester with him and leaned it against the fence.

It could be some kind of trick Budd had thought up.

His visitors had crawled through the south fence and were crossing the meadow, angling toward the house.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

Any lingering suspicion that this was a trick Al Budd had thought up was dispelled.

Besides, she had a sweet face that attracted him.

Both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and there was even a faint similarity of features.

He had seen a few nester wagons go through the country, the families almost starving to death, but he had never seen any of them on foot and as bad off as these two.

Morgan returned to the kitchen, built a fire, and carried in several buckets of water from the spring which he poured into the copper boiler that he had placed on the stove.

There was more to this than Jones had told him.

He told himself he had never seen two people eat so much.

`` We had to do something ''.

He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.

Clayton tried to call back the face of the man he had known.

Gavin's lips moved so that Clayton had to stoop to catch the words.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

When he had finished he led him and the mare to the porch.

The stallion had smelled the mare coming into heat and began to paw the turf, shaking his head.