"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
"Alex?" she asked tentatively.
Normally he would have asked if she was ready to go to bed, or even if she needed help.
Howard asked, his expression grim.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
"You can't find a sitter closer to your home?" she asked skeptically.
"Where do you work?" she asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
Still, it was something she should have asked when he first offered her the job.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
Isn't it funny? asked the kitten.
"What will happen otherwise?" asked the Wizard.
"How long do you live, after you are picked?" asked Dorothy.
"What for?" asked the girl.
"Are you hungry?" asked the woman's voice.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
"Where is Lincoln?" asked one.
"Which would you rather have" asked the caliph, "three hundred pieces of gold, or three wise sayings from my lips?"
Then he called his wisest men together and asked them, "Is it really true that the first people in the world were Egyptians?"
"What is that word?" asked the king.
"Then what shall we understand by these children being able to speak a Phrygian word which they have never heard from other lips?" asked the king.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
It is wisdom that King Solomon asked God for, not intelligence.
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
Imagine not only that you could get instant answers to questions that have never been asked but also that the (anonymous) combined experiential data of everything every person ever did was the data that powered it.
Consider Jedediah Buxton of Derbyshire, England, who in the 1700s was asked to compute the number one would get by doubling a farthing 139 times.
As I was writing these words, my ten-year-old son came in and asked, "What are you doing?"
At first, when my teacher told me about a new thing I asked very few questions.
Again I asked my teacher, "Is this not love?"
I was brought before a court of investigation composed of the teachers and officers of the Institution, and Miss Sullivan was asked to leave me.
When asked why I would not go to Wellesley, I replied that there were only girls there.
I am frequently asked how I overcome the peculiar conditions under which I work in college.
I remember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of the words that had puzzled me.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik Sadi of Shiraz, that they asked a wise man, saying: Of the many celebrated trees which the Most High God has created lofty and umbrageous, they call none azad, or free, excepting the cypress, which bears no fruit; what mystery is there in this?
I read one or two shallow books of travel in the intervals of my work, till that employment made me ashamed of myself, and I asked where it was then that I lived.
I asked him once if he was not sometimes tired at night, after working all day; and he answered, with a sincere and serious look, "Gorrappit, I never was tired in my life."
I asked him if he ever wished to write his thoughts.
I heard that a distinguished wise man and reformer asked him if he did not want the world to be changed; but he answered with a chuckle of surprise in his Canadian accent, not knowing that the question had ever been entertained before, "No, I like it well enough."
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
I have asked Golitsyn and he has refused.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
Prince Hippolyte, who had been gazing at the vicomte for some time through his lorgnette, suddenly turned completely round toward the little princess, and having asked for a needle began tracing the Conde coat of arms on the table.
"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.