It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

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

He had spent two hours riding around the ranch that morning, and in broad daylight it was even less inviting than Judith Pierce had made it seem.

So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.

The slight flutter that had disturbed the motion of her heart when she entered the forest was gone now, and even the dim groves of trees through which she occasionally passed did not reawaken her fear.

One thing was certain -- his method was effective, so effective that after a time even the warning notices were often unnecessary.

Such ranchers as Coble and Clay and the Bosler brothers carried him on their books as a cowhand even while he was receiving a much larger salary from parties unknown.

When it was followed by a second, whining even closer, Cobb swerved sharply aside into a depression.

They were married over the week-end, though he was easily sixty and she could not have been even thirty.

When she appeared at the store to help out for a few hours even my looking at her was surreptitious lest my Uncle notice it.

I don't even remember who wrote it but it was one of those 15th or 16th century poets.

in reading, on platforms, even in the large auditorium of the Y.M.H.A., Poetry Center nights, his voice was intimate, thoughtful, and a trifle shy.

He knew she was not sulking, not even angry at him.

He had a war reputation, but this was the kind of man women like even without medals.

Now it did not occur to him even to wonder whether it was wise for Robinson to dive again: Rob was his boy, the kid he had rescued from the streets, the object of his pride.

And when this was gone, he hadn't even a little bitter tablet to purify other water if he were to discover some stagnant jungle pool.

He bounced exuberantly on the sagging bed and was even more delighted when Madame Lalaurie -- after closing the door -- showed the slave that the bed was designed for something other than slumber.

Dr. Lalaurie and I didn't even know he was in the house until the night of our ball when he came down the stairs ''.

It was a difficult and ambiguous kind of negotiation, even though the rancher was said to be expert in his knowledge of the aborigines and their language.

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

He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.

There was more to this than Jones had told him.

I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.

Unconcerned, indifferent, unmotivated, the forest was simply there -- fighting man's depredations with more abundant growth and man's follies with its own musical evening laughter.

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

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.

It was to be nothing more than that.

No man's name brought more cheers when it was announced in a rodeo.

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

Over the rapidly-diminishing outline of a jump seat piled high with luggage Herry's black brushcut was just discernible, near, or enviably near that spot where -- hidden -- more delicately-textured, most beautifully tinted hair must still be streaming back in cool, oh cool wind sweetly perfumed with sagebrush and yucca flowers and engine fumes.

Johnson unwired the right hand door, whose window was, like the left one, merely loosely-taped fragments of glass, and Johnson wadded himself into a narrow seat made still more narrow by three cases of beer.

True, she was my Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me only by marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know or much care.

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.

This one was actually more of a `` near miss ''.

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.

Because he couldn't hear them, he was more convinced they were there.

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

His bold eyes raked the woman, and a perceptive spectator might sense that there was more to their relationship than that of slave to owner.

The girl was not more than 16.

In every war of the United States since the Civil War the South was more belligerent than the rest of the country.