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This was something on which K. himself seemed to have some doubts ; ;
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Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.
But his only hat was something else again.
The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.
That was the new advertising angle -- something about a Lloyd's of London policy to insure the secrecy of the secret ingredient.
There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.
The code, which had probably something to do with sex or some other interest, Nicolas was determined to find out and put to use.
Yet he did drop his badinage with the ordinary country girl as much in deference to the Grafin as acknowledgement that here, indeed, was something special.
There was a wooden tower or derrick there, something like a ski jump ; ;
Karipo was something of a politician as well as a militarist.
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.
Theirs is no mere lack of sympathy, but something closer to the passionate hatred that was directed against Fascism.
There was something about his face that disturbed me and it took several seconds to realize what.
`` A miracle, a revelation, it was like a curtain suddenly torn away to reveal something nude ''.
Neither the vibrant enthusiasm which bespeaks a people's intuitive sense of the fitness of things at climactic moments nor the vital argumentation betraying its sense that something significant has transpired was in evidence.
The point is that the reactionary, for whatever motive, perceives himself to have been part or a partner of something that extended beyond himself, something which, consequently, he was not able to accept or reject on the basis of subjective preference.
He said that Mr. Wright was not in, and so could not be arrested on something called a peace warrant that Miriam was waving in the air.
There can be little doubt that there was a conspiracy in Washington, overt or implied, to block anything Hearst wanted, even if it was something good.
was and on
He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.
The Gap looming before him -- the place where had confronted Jack English on that day so many years ago -- was his exit from all that had meaning to him.
Someone evidently was on duty there.
Then he was on his way at a gallop.
The bullet had torn through the flesh just above the knee, inflicting an ugly gash that was forming a pool of blood on the floor.
Mike tested the leg and found that he was able to hobble around on it.
Then he went on to the Cheyennes and told them that the Sioux was goin' to move up.
In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
What else he said was lost in the rattle of gunfire on all sides.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.
He got up slowly, and she was already on her feet, and he stood facing her.
On a shelf in the office behind the counter was a small radio dialed permanently on a station which broadcast only vulgar commercials and cheap popular music.
Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.
This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.
It was to him that Barton had sent Carl Dill on Dill's release from the prison.
When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.
He had to depend on himself, since he was invariably miles and hours away from others.
He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.
He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.
He was puffing on a cigar, and he was turning up his coat collar against the rain.
No man laid a hand on him, but the threat of violence was there.
I found a trooper once the Apache had spread-eagled on an ant hill, and another time we ran across some teamsters they'd caught, tied upside down on their own wagon wheels over little fires until their brains was exploded right out o' their skulls.
was and which
It was the only thing in his life for which he felt guilt.
The land over which he sped was the land he had created and lived in: his valley.
No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.
The only thing which would have attracted attention was that two wore the uniform of prison guards, three the striped suits of convicts.
For everyone involved knew that the whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell Barton the fuse which could send it into explosive violence.
There a dozen giant monitors played their seventy-five-foot jets of water against the huge seam of tertiary gravel which was the mountainside.
But she was caught in it, and she faced the terrible possibility that, if it were a dream, it was one from which she might never awaken.
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.
The herd was watered and then thrown onto a broad grass flat which was to be the first night's bedground.
There was no lock on the door, only an iron hook which he unfastened.
Jess's coarse features twisted in a surprised grin which was smashed out of shape by Curt's fist.
Stevens was grunting over the last empty pocket when Russ abruptly rose and lunged toward Carmer's hat, which had tumbled half-a-dozen feet away when he first fell.
He had no idea which was up and which was down.
I was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.
But it was only Johnson reaching around the wire chicken fencing, which half covered the truck cab's glassless rear window.
The car was just about to us, its driver's fat, solemn face intent on the road ahead, on business, on a family in Sante Fe -- on anything but an old pick-up truck in which two human beings desperately needed rescue.
There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.
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