When they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever.

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.

There was more to this than Jones had told him.

Ahead of him Gavin turned slightly off the trail and pointed for the Gap, no more than a mile away.

he could feel more than hear the staccato beat of hoofs that fanned out across the prairie to the north.

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.

He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.

Joyce had seen him like this once before -- more than once, actually, but on one particularly memorable occasion.

Somehow more terrible than the certainty that he was about to die was the knowledge that Lord would probably not suffer for it: the murder would go unpunished.

You need her even more than you need him ''.

It was to be nothing more than that.

The small half-heartedly tended fields of men who'd spent more time rustling cattle than farming were lying fallow.

`` My reputation's my stock in trade '', Tom mentioned more than once.

`` But honest-to-Betsy, I've seed more hair than that on a piece o' bacon ''.

While no larger than Dutch Springs, this mining supply town had the appearance of being far busier and more prosperous.

But he was more than half-drunk, and his faculties were dulled.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

`` Yeah, I've heard more about SX-21 than space exploration lately.

Then he took off his wet boots and dropped down into the water to talk with the beasts, needing their comfort more than they needed his.

but four Eromonga women are more than a match for the strongest male that ever lived.

She's got more guts than any other woman in the world.

Keith Sterling had looked down on the Brahmaputra more times than he could remember, during the war days when he flew over the Hump of the world, thinking it high adventure in those times before man was guiding himself through outer space.

But Keith looked down more than up.

The sambur buck, the jungle stag that is even more noble than the Scottish elk.

He was the lawman who survived more gunfights than any other famous gun-slinging character in the book.

`` You don't hate me any more ''??

Now dammit, I don't want to go into any more explanations.

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.

Keith was on his feet because he didn't care at all about life any more: Penny on her feet, proudly, because she cared too much.

He wore no head cover of any kind and, more odd, had no visible weapon.

He saw the most action, beat up more badmen with his bare fists, broke up the most gangs and sent more murderers to the gallows than any other U.S. marshal who lived before or after him.

`` I don't believe I'll play any more neither ''.

and the intelligent, cynical ones who scornfully reply that these things don't count any more in the world of to-day.

His assumption seems to be that any such friends, being tolerable humans, must be more liberal than most Southerners and therefore at least partly in sympathy with his views.

So great a man could not but understand, too, that the thing that moves men to sacrifice their lives is not the error of their thought, which their opponents see and attack, but the truth which the latter do not see -- any more than they see the error which mars the truth they themselves defend.

Social invention did not have to await social theory any more than use of the warmth of a fire had to await Lavoisier or the buoyant protection of a boat the formulations of Archimedes.

It is true that New England, more than any other section, was dedicated to education from the start.

At first glance, this hero seems to be more rather than less of an individualist than any of his predecessors.

That is to say Gabriel's fundamental law had been so much modified by this time that it was neither fundamental nor law any more.

When the possibility that he had not given reconsideration to so weighty a decision seemed to disconcert his questioners, Mr. Eisenhower was known to make his characteristic statement to the press that he was not going to talk about the matter any more.

The fact that he has cast over those materials the light of a skeptical mind does not make him any the less Southern, I rather think, for the South has been no more solid than other regions except in the political and related areas where patronage and force and intimidation and fear may produce a surface uniformity.

It may be that in this comment he has broken from the conventional pattern more violently than in any other regard, for the treatment in his books is far removed from even the genial irony of Ellen Glasgow, who was the only important novelist before him to challenge the conventional picture of planter society.

and George Washington Harris, whose Tennessee hillbilly character Sut Lovingood perpetrated more unmalicious mischief and more unintended pain than any other character in literature.

If in any one calculation Ptolemy had had to invoke 83 epicycles all at once, while Copernicus never required more than one third this number, then ( in the sense obvious to Margenau ) Ptolemaic astronomy would be simpler than Copernican.

Whether you experienced the passion of desire I have, of course, no way of knowing, nor indeed have I wished with even the most fleeting fragment of a wish to know, for the fact that one constitutes by one's mere existence so to speak the proof of some sort of passion makes any speculation upon this part of one's parents' experience more immodest, more scandalizing, more deeply unwelcome than an obscenity from a stranger.