Could Sentence Examples
I wish you could hear yourself talking.
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
How could she blame him?
How could he find out?
I never thought I could do it.
I could not help it.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
The doctor thought I could not live.
We could say he has excellent taste.
I could not understand, and was vexed.
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I could not be induced to tell where the key was.
If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
I wish you could stay.
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Could you start a fire, honey?
He could not resist looking at them once more.
But what could have happened?
How could I have looked him in the face?
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She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to.
Could I ride one?
Could we make a car that can go 300 mph?
AdvertisementIt seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
Still, it could be a lot worse.
Could you carry that?
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
How could anyone fall asleep that fast?
We sure could use you.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
But not a trace could they find of the tiny creature they sought.
No, so I could get over it.
Could you help me zip this?
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
Well I sure could.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
I simply couldn't resist you.
Worse things could happen.
I thought maybe we could get married and live here.
Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.
They both couldn't be there all the time.
Bad science fiction plots, speculating on futures which could not really happen, are the worst examples of this.
What could you give them here that you couldn't give them at home?
She could almost hear his gravely voice...
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
You couldn't even say I love you.
The school was more than a mile from their home, and the children trotted along as fast as their short legs could carry them.
He ran home as fast as he could, blowing the whistle as he ran.
A spiked drink might seem harmless, but if a person was taking certain prescription drugs, it could be dangerous.
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
I guess we could say he hasn't been around much.
I hoped we could go for a walk.
Could I have a glass of water?
From their elevated position they could overlook the entire valley, but not a single moving object could they see.
His smile was so disarming that she couldn't help smiling back.
Fine, she could play too.
Fine, he could have it.
Couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and fix breakfast.
What more could I say?
They heard the sudden twittering of a bird, but could not find the creature anywhere.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
He said I could spend his money with a clear conscience.
How could she be so stupid?
How could I refuse?
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
Lisa did the best she could to draw a map on the small piece of paper.
I wish I could explore the woods.
How could she answer them without implicating Yancey?
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
How could you know?
He couldn't be serious.
Could you wait for me here, honey?
I couldn't believe it.
My father couldn't do anything about his health.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldn't care less where I am.
Nothing could be gained by remaining still.
At any time a gust of wind could send the car over the cliff.
Still, what could he expect?
With everyone gone, she could enjoy the solitude.
Of course, she could take his.
He could see I was getting serious, and he was afraid you would draw me away from my work.
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
In the morning she rolled out of her bed before the sun could stain the sky.
We came back with help, though, but we couldn't find you.
Nothing but heartache could come of it.
Actually, it could stand a good washing and a paint job, but surely he didn't expect her to do that.
We could stop by and pick her up.
Whether that was a good or bad thing she couldn't guess, and she didn't have time to ask.
Could you have foreseen that the advent of a technology called "air conditioning" in homes would alter the social fabric of the nation?
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
You could wear a feed sack at a formal dinner and not look underdressed.
Their differences couldn't be merely heritage.
She shrugged with as much elegance as she could muster, and eyed him with deliberate interest.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
Apparently time had caught up with Mom before she could finish.
A few weeks wouldn't mean the difference in paying for college, and she could use the time to relax.
Could you get them out?
She couldn't outrun it - in any condition, and it could climb a tree as fast as she could.
What could she say?
Of course, a little make-up and the right clothes could do wonders - which was a good way to wind up straying off the path she had mapped before she left home.
I know I could get mugged, but that could happen in the hospital parking lot if I was driving a car.
I've been through this so many times I could do it in my sleep.
You couldn't find any eggs for our breakfast?
I hate to ask you for another favor, but I wonder if I could pay you to drive me home.
The only way he could have known was by asking Mrs. Hertz.
She could feel the blood drain from her face.
And yet, now the twins could return to their beloved ranch – the one she had finished paying off.
She raced up the steps, wondering if men who could not be trusted would plague her entire life.
I mean... he rode ahead so he could make arrangements before you arrived.
In spite of her irritation, she couldn't help smiling.
How could she have allowed this to happen?
How could you think I would turn away my own child?
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
Could you have Howard look into his record?
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
She couldn't tear her gaze from his.
She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak.
All the money in the world couldn't have saved her.
Money would be tight, but they could manage.
Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.
How could he be so cruel?
They would probably be leaving very soon and anything she could do to hurry the process meant they would get to Ashley sooner.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
He couldn't have planned the Indian raid, though.
This was one time she couldn't ride the fence.
You know, Cindy, we could...
A doctor appointment confirmed what she already knew, and that everything was normal - as normal as they could be under the circumstances.
How could I expect more?
I could use a friend.
Actually, I could make guesses, but they might well be spectacularly wrong and a guy doesn't want that haunting him ten years from now.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
If only she could conquer these mood shifts.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
The money would dry, and her clothes could be washed.
He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
I could have... would have been more of a comfort.
It wasn't as though she could explain her sudden Jekyll and Hide personality, either.
How could she have been such a fool?
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
Tammy could swim almost as well as Lisa, but Sarah couldn't swim at all, confessing unabashed that she was afraid of the water.
Still, how could Giddon know?
He couldn't help but detect her wild pulse.
Of course, she could call Connie, but Yancey's conversation on the phone was fresh in her memory.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
She searched around for a landmark that could be seen over the trees, but nothing was tall enough.
She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.
She said she couldn't tolerate his moods.
She started to shut the door, but he had the storm door open and his foot in the door before she could react.
An answer was impossible, even if she could stop coughing long enough.
Before she could get a word out, Howard covered her mouth with his.
I asked Connie if you could...
Hopefully, the why of it wouldn't come out until she could explore that building.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
If he wanted to hurt me, he could follow me in my car.
She could have left then, and might have if curiosity hadn't gotten the best of her.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
How can you love a business that could get your family killed.
She couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Sure, she could be mule headed, and sometimes she was moody, but was she that bad?
She couldn't have been more awake before she left the house.
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
Could all this be happening to her?
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
Watching the two of them, it was all she could do to control her own tears... especially knowing that this was at least partly her fault.
She could have administered CPR until the ambulance arrived.
Could she blame him?
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
In such a small town, there couldn't be many positions, and the pay wouldn't come close to what she was making in Tulsa.
Surely she couldn't be expected to commute that kind of distance on a regular basis.
They could hardly say she hadn't tried.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
It was amazing how clearly a person could see things when trouble lurked on the horizon.
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
Even now he could walk away.
Cassie could feel them all watching her as she settled to the ground.
She could hardly wait to get back to Texas.
A home with bittersweet memories - a home she could no longer have?
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
How could they get away, leaving such a trail?
She couldn't let him do that.
How could anyone be right 100% of the time?
Could she make it across the lava field by herself?
They couldn't be seen unless someone came down into the ravine.
I could tell it was shod.
I suppose you could call it that.
It was hard to believe a village could be this close and they didn't know it was there.
Unless someone knew the area, they could pass within a hundred feet of it and not know it was there.
Even if he was a Mormon, how could he make plans with this Darcie when he had proposed to her only an hour ago?
How could she have fallen in love with Bordeaux, knowing how unfaithful men could be?
The look of pity on Darcie's face was more than Cassie could bear.
As for the ranch, she had always known it could be taken away.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Bordeaux said he couldn't get you to come back with him, but I guess he was wrong.
Besides, he did come back Cassie could feel Bordeaux's intent gaze.
I never would have believed a woman could be so kind hearted and so suspicious at the same time.
That would explain why he couldn't be found.
He could have gone to a nursing home so he wasn't such a burden on his daughter.
How could I enjoy myself knowing he was being tended to and surrounded by strangers?
Maybe you could hire on as a nanny at Old Man Taylor's ranch.
The silverware needed polishing and the furniture could use a good dusting.
Even as the idea occurred that she would rather have this room, she knew she couldn't ask.
Working as fast as she could, she started a pot of coffee and sliced some ham.
She watched him head for the barn and wondered how he could stand being out in the cold all day.
Do you think you could scare us up a warm snack?
What kind of snack could she whip up in fifteen minutes?
We could have stopped any time.
She could feel the warmth of the blush as it crawled up her neck.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
Although she was far away, she could see that he was watching her.
You know, that family room could use a woman's touch.
No, it couldn't happen.
What could happen that hadn't already happened?
You know Cade; you could make a profit off this ranch other ways than running cattle.
If it's that important to you, I guess we could try a few guests.
How much lower could she sink?
How could she blame him when she had offered no resistance?
He managed without a housekeeper before she came, and he could get along fine now.
Hopefully, she could get her job at the diner.
Could you see your past?
He's offered to help and I believe he could be very useful.
I'm sure you could, too.
This could be fun.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
Not that she could deny a vivid imagination.
From the time they broke up, she knew it could come to this if he were left to his own devices.
She could barely breath.
We couldn't afford an apartment right now - even with the two of us.
If only she could shout it to the world.
How could you not know, when he invited you to go see his parents?
I always heard marriage could break up a good friendship.
I thought maybe you could look at him.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
She had thought she could never be coerced, but the truth was, she had never been tempted.
Could it grow strong enough to make her forget about those who depended on her?
Bordeaux clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.
If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself.
Darcie couldn't stand the gossip and rude behavior in every town, so she finally went back to the Indians.
You might as well know right now that I wanted to buy your ranch so I could use the creek.
Aunt Clara and Uncle George couldn't find enough good things to say about you.
A person couldn't avoid fate, but they could control the way they responded to it.
Then she could walk home in peace.
So looking after a rambling old house could be an ambition?
Even if you paid me half my rent, you could still save money.
She couldn't argue his virtues, but she still insisted that the situation was conducive to trouble.
Her greatest concern was whether she could manage such a large house on her own.
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
Again she wondered if she had bit off more than she could chew.
The wood appeared to be cherry, and although it could use a coat of wax, it still had a deep luster.
If she thought her face could get no warmer, she was unpleasantly surprised.
When Mary answered, Cynthia stammered around about the weather and every other subject she could think of.
You tried to tell me, but I was too arrogant to believe it could happen to me.
He has everything he could want, without the commitment.
If he refrained from making advances, how could she know if she was capable of resisting him?
But you could put an ATV in the back of your truck.
I could use the help.
She couldn't stay with Mary forever.
What kind of future could she offer a child?
How could she give the baby up?
How could anyone love the baby the way she could?
I wanted to know what I could do to help you.
I thought you decided you couldn't live with the loneliness on the ranch because I was gone so much.
I could tell you saw the ranch the same way I did.
I should have moved away, but I couldn't stand to leave the ranch.
But Russ, she could have moved away.
He turned to Cynthia, awkwardly shifting him around so she could take him.
It was amazing how a baby could put love in so many hearts.
I thought he could stay in one of the rooms upstairs at night – if you don't mind.
It was strange how he could blush at praise, but watch with unabashed interest while she nursed their child.
I could tell you stories!
You could pretend to use the toilet and see if he's all right.
From the porch we could see the huddled figure of Howie Abbott sitting under a large red umbrella on the edge of the pier.
I wasn't as fearful I couldn't come back but I'm still concerned that it will happen every time I try to sleep.
Could it have something to do with Quinn's experimental stuff?
Too bad you couldn't pick where your dream would take you.
You said it wasn't scary; at least once you knew you weren't trapped back there; that you could wake up and escape back to reality.
For a start we could have him take a nap up there while we fix lunch.
I sorely wish I could keep them longer but on the road, it's difficult.
I could sense Betsy's disappointment and Martha's relief.
I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
I could see a figure on a horse in the distance coming toward me.
I could hear her take a deep breath.
Everything he described could, as Quinn so succinctly put it, be a mind constructed fairy tale.
We forbade ourselves to even discuss our impetuous actions for fear of disturbing Howie so all we could do is cross our fingers and pray.
The rest of us followed and we could hear Howie retching in the bathroom.
I'm sorry; I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
We have an out of state rental car and no one could possibly recognize either of us.
I grabbed my wife's hand and the tape recorder and left before anyone could object.
Martha, I couldn't fall asleep until you sat by my side and whispered.
There's a world of good you could perform.
Howie couldn't do anything about it; it happened two weeks ago.
I have one situation you could try, Betsy offered.
You could find the farm house, couldn't you?
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
In more serene surroundings perhaps we could come to some understanding and move forward in a mutually peaceful way.
As long as Quinn could place Howie in the past, we'd do everything in our power to support the effort.
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
I broke his arm before he could toss the match.
If anyone could trace a disposable phone, they could.
How could they have seen me?
I'm just learning my way around the internet at this level but Brennan's people could do it in a minute.
I knew Betsy viewed scores of non-abduction cases, any of which Howie could solve in a minute.
I could see another storm cloud looming on the horizon.
No details yet, Before I could answer, I was interrupted by a scream from my wife that sent chills down my spine.
We learned later, at first the police were suspicious of the parents as they couldn't believe someone could enter a small house with sleeping adults and two boys in an adjoining room, and not be heard.
At least he could move around, in his dream state, while we were obligated to remain silent and unmoving.
I would have tried to stay with him, but I'd taken so long up until then, I couldn't do it.
Common sense slumped back in as I could see his point.
I could feel her tremble.
I couldn't live with myself if I wasted this gift I've been given.
I could see I was getting nowhere on my own.
I was resigned it was my duty to explain the situation, with or without Howie's input, but Betsy interrupted before I could begin.
I could tell from Brennan's voice he was agitated.
How could he find her?
What could Brenda have told this creep?
I could call ahead for a camp site; I know the telephone area code and prefix.
Quinn, Martha and especially Betsy looked perturbed at me for not updating them on my tete-a-tete with Howie but that could wait.
I'm sure he could read the frustration in my voice.
All I could muster was a thank you.
There's a bunch of run away kids; I could try to pick the most likely but none of them look promising.
How could I convince my reading public I heard it from the horse's mouth?
When trying to move, we could see his limbs twist.
If he tried to follow a moving automobile, he could sometimes attach himself, if the vehicle was slow or stopped, but the act was tenuous at best.
I tried to think where we could go from here.
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
Could you tell how badly he was hurt?
There was blood running down his pant leg but he ran on his leg so it couldn't have been too bad.
I felt I could trust Brennan's good judgment.
The director wanted me to help as much as I could but if someone was getting too close, I was to drop it.
We could tell by his reaction the news wasn't good.
Could Quinn come along, with his stuff, maybe?
We could always go back to throw away phones but even those were suspect when our pursuer was a high level government agency.
His mother wasn't doing well and from what we could gather from his vague conversations, she wasn't expected to recover.
Think of all the children he could be saving.
I couldn't sleep and went down to the kitchen for a drink.
I could hear she was crying.
She hung up before I could protest.
Denying it seemed fruitless yet I couldn't bring myself to confirm what she was saying.
So you stayed with Howie so you could.
Do you think I could afford dresses like this?
We were really good together, he and I... not just that way; I could talk to him.
I could spend the rest of my life with him.
I could see I'd frightened her but I didn't care.
You could tell Howie I came to you for advice; that I just suspected and didn't know what to do, not that I've known all along!
I couldn't block out of my mind, my wife's statement a few days ago; think of all the children who he could be saving.
If I couldn't be honest with her, there was no one I could trust.
I'm doing it because of what you said; think of all the children he could be saving.
I'd planned to ask Quinn and Martha to come in so I could tell them what I'd learned but the more I considered it, I decided a phone call was sufficient.
I hung up before he could concoct some other scheme.
I could hear Claire complaining loudly in the background.
Martha could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
I could drop off the radar for a time.
If she wants to go, I could take care of Claire.
I could hear Molly returning so Betsy offered no rebuttal.
I couldn't believe Howie would turn off the power for what was supposed to be a short trip.
I could just see from the doorway where I stood as a figure emerged from the darkened automobile and moved stealthy toward the back of the house.
Before the operator could respond, I blurted out Howie's address.
Before I could say more, I heard the telltale noise of breaking glass from the far side of the house!
Before I could, the door was kicked open I was grabbed about the neck in a strangle hold that gagged me and a knife jabbed upward under my chin!
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
Behind him, to the far right, I could see the front door was off its hinges, wrested to a strange angle.
I could see Quinn's hand in the decision, far more than Martha's.
Even she couldn't help.
You could do it in a day.
By now he could be anywhere.
I could look in their windows, and God forgive me, I did.
That was all the solace I could muster.
I could find them.
I couldn't believe it was happening.
You could be there, for any events in your past.
It took all I could muster to hold it together.
I could no longer hide my fear.
Why couldn't she heal her brother?
While she could heal, she still felt pain.
Cassie cleaned the supper dishes as best she could with sand, and stored them in one of the packs.
I don't think you could find anything I wouldn't like.
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
When I tried to move I found I could!
At first I pulled back but then I sort of pushed forward and found I could pass right in!
The phone rang before Betsy could respond.
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
I could smell coffee.
Everybody could see it, the way she treated him.
I guess you could say that.
That's why we couldn't find it.
We could rent one.
You could fly down after work on Friday.
I'm not sure he could exactly duplicate the test room.
If you could point me in the right direction, I'll be on my way.
How could I decline without sounding like a total turd?
Could the fact that Howie's brain waves are somehow different after his lengthy coma and all the operations he endured be effected by what you were doing?
I could hear a glass clink and there was a pause.
We could hear Quinn's sigh.
That couldn't happen in Howie's case.
Could Howie really see scenes from the past?
There are tests I could conduct that would give us direction and maybe some answers but he refuses to even discuss them.
We still have more tests we could run but up to twenty four to forty eight hours; I'm pretty close on both time and location.
Howie was as excited as us once we could transport him more precisely.
Each of us could find separate areas to be alone but remain close to each other.
At first I couldn't understand Howie's mumble but then it became clearer.
You could spy on anyone; anywhere!
I don't know a whole lot Julie, but I understand the police at the time had a strong suspect but couldn't prove anything.
How could he get out?
But now Quinn's gone too, so Howie couldn't go back even if he got up his courage to do it!
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
I could think of no one to call!
I know Martha had her days when I could have killed her but I loved her too.
I couldn't think of a logical way to advise Detective Jackson.
Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.
But could you do one favor?
Could you just talk to the guy who got out of jail; the one everyone thought killed my sister?
Prior to its construction, a school bus could only pass over it empty, necessitating the children to alight, walk, and rejoin their transportation of the far side.
She struggled, but he wrapped his arms around her in a hold she couldn't break.
What she couldn't heal was the exhaustion that came with each bout of healing.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!
More tears came as she realized she couldn't do anything for herself let alone Jonny if they kept her in such a state.
She couldn't cure whatever it was, and she couldn't make sense of it.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
I peered closely, searching to see if I could detect any movement but saw nothing.
How could I go on believing no one would succumb to such temptation?
The rig was parked front end out so I couldn't see the back.
If I was stopped by the police I could have used the escort.
I pulled up in front and was inside the building as fast as I could move.
I could see I wasn't getting anywhere.
I could hear him discussing the vehicle with a woman in the outer room.
I couldn't imagine you'd take that long for a dog walk.
I could have killed her when she tried to seduce you but then I realized, that was the way she was.
Betsy agreed but suggested we wait until Molly finished her bath so she could speak with her mother first.
I could tell from Julie's voice, she was either crying of close to it.
I keep asking him to get the plane tickets so we could leave but he wants to talk to some distant relatives who don't want to talk to him.
He said if Quinn could do his thing, someone else maybe could too.
You could drop Molly and me off at Logan airport for the ten o'clock flight to California, be in Philadelphia by early evening, and fly out to join us the next morning.
All I could think was once again, we were oh so close, but he'd alluded us.
I certainly couldn't fund the whole group.
How could someone change so drastically?
We were engaged in locating all of their victims we could find.
It wasn't an invitation but I figured I owed my presence for what I'd learned so far and I couldn't wait to renew our conversation.
It was anything but quiet as an open stairwell was next to me and I could hear shuffling, snoring, farting and grunting throughout the night.
He pretended he needed time to make a few more phone calls but I could see he was disappointed by the delay.
You could lie and tell him Humphries said it wasn't really his fault and his mother was just upset at losing a daughter.
Ben, could you start up Quinn's machines and see if maybe you could get them to work?
You're a smart guy and between us, maybe we could fix it so I could go back.
While I hadn't brought a bathing suit, I could watch the honeys that were so attired.
I could hear sirens in the background.
If a man could be more consoling, I've not met him.
How could any human be so heartless to slay an infant?
I couldn't stand not knowing!
With each unsuccessful try my panic loomed larger until I could feel the perspiration run down my neck.
Could you possible page them?
I could hear confusion and hurried voices in the background and someone yelled, 'they're here, come on'.
Before I could respond, my cell phone played a Chopin etude.
As we made the turn into the mall I could see at least half dozen police cruisers, some with lights still spinning, parked helter-skelter near the entrance.
While we couldn't keep up with the ambulance but we held our own and kept the emergency vehicle in sight.
I could barely make out the emblem on the front of the Harvard Tee shirt it was so drenched in blood.
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
I could feel tears streaming down my face though I had no recollection of generating them.
All the while, I couldn't block the vision of the wife I so loved, being herded at knife point.
He waited for me to continue but when I didn't he asked, "Do you suppose if there were a tipster, he or she could help us out?"
I could yell my lungs raw and not a soul could hear.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
It was as much as I could hope for given the circumstances.
After examining the various dials and switches on Quinn's machines, I had a fairly clear idea of each; I could turn it on and increase and decrease the settings.
There was nothing more I could do here absent Howie so I rounded up patrolman Murphy and asked him to return me to the hospital.
I steeled myself to hide the fear that welled up inside me like the worse cramps I could possibly endure.
Perhaps, just perhaps, I thought, I could somehow use this information to my advantage.
When he reached for his knife, it was all I could do not to shrink away from him.
I could tell by the look on his face, he'd had no such thought.
Try as I might, I couldn't fix the time or the location anywhere close to the present where we wanted to be.
Did Quinn think he could accomplish it; pin point the place and date?
I could sense Howie's abhorrence at visiting his past.
How could we live with their deaths if we hadn't done every single thing possible?
I pushed harder, as strongly as I could, with the same results.
I just hoped and prayed somehow his contact of Ben or Howie could be used to locate us.
There was no additional supply nor could we ration it as there was no way to reignite it.
It was our goal that by using a hammer and screwdriver, we could chisel and opening in the floor above.
Though I could hardly raise my arms above my aching side, I kept working.
They thought her too young to understand words like coma and deteriorating, and they accused her of lying when she said she could help him.
She couldn't help Jonny.
If you have time while you're in town, we could get together for coffee or something.
Now, he could deliver what he'd always promised-- a life together-- yet she didn't feel like leaping for joy like she would've a year ago.
After all of Jonny's childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart!
She couldn't quite understand what the poison was; it wasn't a normal infection, and yet it couldn't be anything else.
He couldn't remember when he'd last had a full five hours of his own, and he knew he wasn't likely to get another break for a while.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.