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.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag.
I just got a call from the doctor.
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
That evening all the women got together to wrap gifts.
Carmen carried Destiny back to their room and got her ready for bed.
By the time they got back and dressed for supper, Destiny's eyelids were drooping.
That would change when they got home.
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.
There was nothing she could do about it until he got home, so she might as well not think about it.
"I hopped things would be different when we got back home - that we would stop all this bickering," he said crisply.
So you wondered how he got that much money.
When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.
Instead of improving, Destiny got steadily worse.
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.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
He got a room at the hotel.
Destiny got well and came home.
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.
It almost got us that time, Dorothy.
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.
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.
Ours must have got the best of it.
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.
In reality Lavrushka, having got drunk the day before and left his master dinnerless, had been whipped and sent to the village in quest of chickens, where he engaged in looting till the French took him prisoner.
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.
With just the same smile of agreement with which for fifteen years he had been accustomed to answer the old prince without expressing views of his own, he now replied to Princess Mary, so that nothing definite could be got from his answers.