hadn't

He hadn't shaved for several weeks, his sparse beard giving his face a pathetic, woebegone expression.

He was thinking that the way she had responded to his own kiss hadn't meant what he had believed it had.

He hadn't shown up too well in their eyes, letting himself be browbeaten by a woman.

It hadn't started out that way.

`` If you hadn't I'd have killed you ''.

He hadn't even pretended to be farming his spread.

When several minutes had passed and Curt hadn't emerged from the livery stable, Brenner reentered the hotel and faced Summers across the counter.

He turned and looked around at the lobby as though seeing things he hadn't before noticed.

If I hadn't got Nate stopped when I did, my duds'd all be shot plumb to hell!!

But it also made him conspicuous to the enemy, if it was the enemy, and he hadn't been spotted already.

It did not seem possible that they hadn't been spotted.

He hadn't done it this time and he would never again hit anyone so hard.

But there hadn't been enough time to build it for keeps.

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.

`` I hated the war '', he said, `` but thought I ought to go because I was, perhaps, one of those who hadn't done enough to prevent it ''.

Carl hadn't brought his along.

He hadn't worn a watch or carried pocket money for years because he disliked both, but highest among his hates were looking glasses: he had snatched one from an officer's grasp and smashed it to smithereens.

`` Baby, I saw a lot of old friends I hadn't seen in a long time '', he told me, his eyes bright.

My father would have done it if it hadn't been for my mother, who had a fear of being in debt to anyone -- even Alfred Alpert.

I sat down to wait, and I watched Tessie Alpert, who hadn't moved or said a word but kept staring out of the window.

At least they hadn't stepped up and asked to see papers in the hated, flat, dialect mispronunciation of Mussolini's home district -- Dogumenti, per favore.

On his bookshelves were some of the latest American novels, including Bellow's Seize The Day, but he hadn't read them ( they were sent by American publishers ) and wasn't especially interested in what the American writers were up to.

It was going to be hard going all the way because he hadn't written seriously for a while, except for a few stories, was tired of the old method of realismo he had so successfully used in The Sky Is Red.

He hadn't realized that there would be so much time to think, so many lulls.

He hadn't even seen him yet