He'd been in a grumpy mood since he got up.
He'd be following shortly, trying to make it look like he was the injured party.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
While she was outside having a pity party, he was trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
He'd feel sorry for her and she didn't want that.
If he lived to be a hundred he'd never understand women.
And he'd have to leave work too.
Or do you think he'd consider it part of his job to watch me?
Maybe he wouldn't bite, but he'd certainly take advantage of her.
I guess if he thought it was any of my business, he'd tell me.
He'd forget her, but she wouldn't forget him.
But if he saw her swollen eyes he'd be asking all kinds of questions.
When he opened the glove box, I was sure he'd come out with a gun, but he had a little tablet instead.
Not that he'd been out much lately.
In which case, he'd sure picked the right girl to hound.
In the mean time, maybe if she stopped running, he'd stop chasing.
Look. If I went up there, he'd think just like you are.
I'm sure he'd be glad to see you - especially if he isn't feeling well.
No, he'd be back, and he'd finish his schooling.
He killed Mom, just the same as if he'd plunged a knife into her heart.
We let Bordeaux's horse loose a ways down the trail, hopin' he'd find it.
I thought... of all people, he'd tell you his plans.
Well, Bordeaux was just the man to help her forget it - if he'd only dedicate his attentions to Darcie.
I told Bordeaux if he wanted to buy it, he'd have to talk to you.
Maybe he'd rather listen than talk.
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
Cade looked as if he'd been slapped.
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
He jumped up, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Once. That's what I was afraid he'd remember.
If he'd knocked me up I'd have got an abortion.
We talked about celibacy and all the stuff he'd miss.
I can imagine how he'd react.
He'd like to see the place.
Illness or not, he'd better not cwoss my path.
There was a general who did not believe, and said, 'The monks cheat,' and as soon as he'd said it he went blind.
Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte loose--he'd knock all this nonsense out of them!