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.

There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

Probably his horse would be close to where he was hiding.

He wondered where the superstition had originated that it was bad luck for a crew chief to watch his plane take off on a combat mission.

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.

How lightly her `` eventshah-leh '' passed into the crannies where I was storing dialect material for some vaguely dreamed opus, and how the word would echo.

It was a disturbingly familiar face, too, but I couldn't remember where we had met.

The keys were still in it, and I was miles away before I remembered that my clothes and purse and everything were still in the little cabana where I'd changed ''.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.

That was where he met Penny.

Now, the next morning, they were anchored at The Elbow and the boat was riding directly over the underwater ledge where the green water turned to deepest blue and the cliff dropped straight down 600 fathoms, with the weighted line beside it ; ;

And so when Miss Langford came to teach at the one-room Chestnut school, where Jack was a pupil in the eighth grade, the Woman of Jack's mind assumed the teacher's face and figure.

Once ( this was on the third day of school ) she kneeled down to pick up some books where they'd dropped on the floor and Jack looked up her dress -- at the bare expanse of incredibly white leg.

Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.

In his native Cologne, where his mother taught him to play the piano, he was able to read notes before he learned the alphabet.

Yet when, at war's end, the ex-Tory made the first move to resume correspondence, Jay wrote him from Paris, where he was negotiating the peace settlement:

it was mud in wet weather and dust, ankle-deep, in dry, and could be crossed only at the corner where there were stepping stones.

I was having lunch not long ago ( apologies to N. V. Peale ) with three distinguished historians ( one specializing in the European Middle Ages, one in American history, and one in the Far East ), and I asked them if they could name instances where the general mores had been radically changed with `` deliberate speed, majestic instancy '' ( Francis Thompson's words for the Hound Of Heaven's Pursuit ) by judicial fiat.

They, perhaps, gave the pitch of their position in the preface where it was said that Eisenhower requested that the Commission be administered by the American Assembly of Columbia University, because it was non-partisan.

After a year in a studio on Sheridan Square, having married an American girl who was a native of Virginia, Helion moved to a village in the Blue Ridge mountains, where he produced some of the most imposing of his abstract canvases.

She was exposing herself to temptation which it is best to avoid where it can consistently be done.

It was symbolized ( at least for those of us who recognized ourselves in the image ) by that self-consuming, elegiac candle of Edna St. Vincent Millay's, that candle which from the quatrain where she ensconced it became a beacon to us, but which in point of fact would have had to be as tall as a funeral taper to last even the evening, let alone the night.

That girl last night, what was her name??

For a blood-chilling ring of terror to the very sound of his name was the tool he needed for the job he'd promised to do.

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

My lovely caller -- Joyce Holland was her name -- had previously done three filmed commercials for zing, and this evening, the fourth, a super production, had been filmed at the home of Louis Thor.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

Bill Doolin's ambition, it appeared, was to carve out his name with bullets alongside those of Jesse James and Billy the Kid, and Bill Tilghman had sworn he would stop him.

Miss Langford ( her first name was Evelyn ) was an attractive girl.

The difference came down to this: The Southern States insisted that the United States was, in last analysis, what its name implied -- a Union of States.

Neither was Henrietta hoydenish like Jo, who frankly wished she were a boy and had deliberately shortened her name, which, like Henrietta's, was the feminine form of a boy's name.

But neither was Lilian her baptismal name.

Though she did not then know its name, this strange new fruit was a banana.

It seems to me now, in a long backward glance, that many of the Hetman's conceits and odd actions -- together with his grim posture when brandishing the hatchet in the name of Mr. Hearst -- were keyed with the tragedy which was to close over him one day.

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

The name inside the envelope was `` Cynthia ''.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Pike was stunned by the first blast against his character, which was published in the March 4th issue of The Gazette under the name `` Vale ''.

Under Fosdick the first executive officer of the CTCA was Richard Byrd, whose name in later years was to become synonymous with activities at the polar antipodes.

I had had my name taken out of the telephone book, and this was partly because of a convict who had been discharged from Sing Sing and who called me night after night.