The War Department wrote Mr. Manuel a letter and said he was a hero.

Mr. Justice Taney's Dred Scott decision in 1857 was unpopular in the North, and soon became a dead letter.

nor was she moved by a letter from Wright pointing out that if he was not `` compelled to spend money on useless lawyer's bills, useless hotel bills, and useless doctor's bills '', he could more quickly provide Miriam with a suitable home either in Los Angeles or Paris, as she preferred.

At this time Harriet wrote in a letter which after their finally landing in India was sent to her mother:

An accompanying sympathetic letter explained that inside the envelope was a name for Mrs. Coolidge's first granddaughter.

The use of map coordinates was begun when the senior officers began to select tactical points by designating a spot as `` near the letter o in the word mountain ''.

The result was that I found myself in the ridiculous position of having made a formal engagement by letter for the next week, only two days before my departure from London.

It need hardly be remarked that Thompson was not generally known for his scrupulosity about keeping his social engagements, which makes his irritation in this letter all the more significant.

After Thompson came to London to live, he received a letter from Katie, which was dated February 8, 1897.

In a letter to Meynell, which was written in June, less than a month before Katie's wedding, he was highly melodramatic in his despair and once again announced his intention of returning to the life of the streets: ``

And Pike never did find out if Robinson was really responsible for the `` Vale '' letter.

The latter was so upset on learning of the death of Morris, that he wrote Morgan a letter, showing his own warmhearted generosity.

But Morgan did not leave before he had written a letter to a William Pickman in Salem, Massachusetts, apparently an acquaintance, praising Washington and saying that the slanders propagated about him were `` opposed by the general current of the people to exalt General Gates at the expense of General Washington was injurious to the latter.

When Fosdick showed the letter to Baker his negative response was: `` For God's sake, Raymond, don't show this to the President or he'll stop the war ''.

Adrian Quiney wrote to his son Richard on October 29 and again perhaps the next day, since the bearer of the letter, the bailiff, was expected to reach London on November 1.

But I was deeply moved by his letter of resignation as rector of St. Luke's Church in Atlanta.

but the letter went on: she had cried, she had implored, she had been miserable at his refusal, and finally he had relented -- and now how happy she was, how expectant!!

At the end of its letter was the information that applicants for this position `` must also be prepared to teach costume design and advertising art ''.

In June, 1960, an early draft of the questionnaire, along with a cover letter, was mailed to fourteen companies in the state of Washington.

Each questionnaire was mailed with a cover letter addressed personally to the president or other executive of each firm.

the `` sober opinion '' of his letter to Noyes, written when Hardy was eighty years old, is essentially that of his first `` philosophical '' notebook entry, made when he was twenty-five: `` The world does not despise us: it only neglects us '' ( Early Life, p. 63 ).

Still another, annoyed by the brevity of a recently received missive, wrote: `` yore letter was short and sweet, jist like a roasted maget ''.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.