Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
Carmen carried Destiny back to their room and got her ready for bed.
It almost got us that time, Dorothy.
That would change when they got home.
Instead of improving, Destiny got steadily worse.
Destiny got well and came home.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Two hundred years later, William Rutherford thought he had calculated it to 208 digits but only got the first 152 correct, so we will give him credit that far.
Ours must have got the best of it.
I should have put one on you before you got on the plane, but maybe it will help.
When they got married, there were no children to consider - not even the likelihood.
"I hopped things would be different when we got back home - that we would stop all this bickering," he said crisply.
I got some sleep last night, and Destiny is still asleep.
A few minutes later they came in and got Destiny to take her for more x-rays.
He got a room at the hotel.
By the time she got back to the barn, little Adora was already scrambling to her feet.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
This is a nice scrape you've got me into, isn't it?
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip.
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
He got his satchel from the buggy and, opening it, took out two deadly looking revolvers that made the children shrink back in alarm just to look at.
We've got 'em on the run now, sure enough.
After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.
The Oracle at Delphi actually got it right.
With each trade he got something he valued more than what he traded away; and presumably all the people he traded with along the way also increased their value with each trade.
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
Even though this allowed cotton prices to plummet and demand for cotton to increase, some of those fifty people got laid off, no doubt shaking their fists at the infernal gin as they stormed off the property.
When I was thirteen in 1981, I got a Commodore VIC-20 computer.
Fifteen years later, I got a computer with 4,000K (or 4MB) of memory, one thousand times the memory of my trusty VIC-20.
Fifteen years after that, I got the computer on which I currently am typing.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
So tell them that I shall await a reply till the tenth, and if by the tenth I don't receive news that they have all got away I shall have to throw up everything and come myself to Bald Hills.
Heaven only knows who arranged all this and when, but it all got done as if of its own accord.
Alpatych, arriving from the devastated Bald Hills estate, sent for his Dron on the day of the prince's funeral and told him to have twelve horses got ready for the princess' carriages and eighteen carts for the things to be removed from Bogucharovo.
Dron got up and was about to say something, but Alpatych interrupted him.
What is it you have got into your heads, eh?...
I'll go to the police officer, and you tell them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got ready.
Without saying anything of this to the princess, Alpatych had his own belongings taken out of the carts which had arrived from Bald Hills and had those horses got ready for the princess' carriages.
On his way home from Vorontsovo, as he was passing the Bolotnoe Place Pierre, seeing a large crowd round the Lobnoe Place, stopped and got out of his trap.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
Pierre got out and talked to the doctor, explaining his intention of taking part in a battle.