He'll be back later.
It may take a few minutes, but he'll catch on.
He'll be back next weekend, she said.
He'll be stuck to that TV for hours.
Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.
He'll follow us, won't he?
Wait till he rests a while, and then he'll be in a better humor.
"If he survived as a human, he'll survive this," Darian seconded.
He'll be shattered, ruined.
I'm sure if he sees how important this is to you, he'll relent.
He'll be all right.
Perhaps he'll take pity on me someday, when it comes to cutting off a leg or an arm for me.
As long as I'm doing what he expects me to do, he'll have doubt.
If you don't stand up and demand a change, he'll keep on doing it.
He's done it before and I'm sure he'll do it again.
When my father gets here, he'll kill you both!
If we don't get this guy, he'll get us!
If you think he'll make good company, go ahead and feed him.
Quinn will think were requesting something like a séance or spiritual encounter but if we don't humor Howie, he'll be devastated.
I know he'll bury any tip that comes near him!
I don't think we have any worries that he'll make any public announcements about psychic activities in his jurisdiction.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
If he thinks there's no help coming to him, maybe he'll to the doctor.
I know he'll want to see you.
A few years from now, he'll be regretting this.
He's gone back to that farm, and that's where he'll stay.
You start that and he'll hang around for sure.
He'll limp around for a week or so and then he'll be fine.
For crying out loud, Cindy, he'll be devastated, Mary interrupted.
Give him a minute; he'll come back up.
It's a shame he isn't hearing this but he'll be tied up in his room all evening recording results of his tests.
Maybe now that our newlyweds are in town he'll be more reasonable.
When Howie is unable to verify what we do perhaps he'll let us investigate what's causing his mind to create these fantasies.
We have to limit the strain we place him under or he'll break.
Do you believe he'll keep the conversation to himself?
He'll be at my retirement.
He'll own up to us in his own time.
He'll know he wasn't identified by any normal means but he won't have a clue how you do it or what capabilities you possess.
Let's hope not because he'll try to take advantage of that and do his deeds where you can't pin-point the abduction exactly.
And I'll be a faithful wife and he'll be the happiest guy in Keene.
He'll have to trust you to maintain absolute secrecy.
There's no question he'll walk away from what he's doing if it becomes public.
Molly will find out, someone, this monster that's killing all these people; he'll find someone and force them tell.
With luck, he'll tell us if it's our man or some local hoods trashing Julie's place.
Howie will devastated but he'll probably take Julie's side and forgive her.
Do I think he'll find us from Julie's letter, one of maybe thousands; it's unlikely.
I'm afraid he'll do something... to himself.
He'll never, ever let you down, but he's not the warm, fuzzy type who will hug you when you're down, either.
You think he'll pull it off?
Do as I say, and he'll be your reward, an eternity with him.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
He'll be killed, said this more sensible man.
You'll startle him and then he'll be killed.
You at least must tackle him properly, or else if he goes on like this he'll soon have us, too, for his subjects!
* "Marlborough is going to the wars; God knows when he'll return."
He'll be coming out directly, we must go.
When he comes, he'll find you already know his sister and father and are liked by them.
I expect he'll be here soon.
He'll explain... voices in the rear of the crowd were suddenly heard saying, and the general attention turned to the police superintendent's trap which drove into the square attended by two mounted dragoons.
"If we don't take it tomowwow, he'll snatch it fwom under our noses," he added.
"He'll get away!" said the esaul, screwing up his eyes.
"He'll make them get a move on, those fellows!" said another, laughing.
"Well, now he'll come away," Petya thought every moment as he stood by the campfire listening to the talk.
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
If he thinks I might be up today, he'll insist on staying home so he won't miss me.
He'll never suffer again.
Brandon is out at the north pasture, he'll be in any time for lunch.
Then he'll be taking off.
He'll limp around for a week or so and then he'll be fine.
He's got this weird thing like if he sees himself, he'll self-destruct or something.
If he did it... killed my sister, maybe he'll tell you what I did.
I'd talk to the guy if I thought it would accomplish something but he'll just say he didn't do it and it would be a waste of a phone call.
He'll make a good warrior, one I can train to kill a couple pain in the asses I can't get rid of otherwise.
"He'll kill me when he has the chance," Jule said.
He'll hurt us both.
"He'll be fine," she assured him.
At least, as far as I can See, he'll be fine.
"Stay with me, and he'll never hurt you again," he whispered against her lips.
But perhaps he'll come today, will come immediately.
He'll settle with all the villains, you'll see!
He'll show you what law is! the mob were saying as if reproving one another for their lack of confidence.
"He'll manage to walk, devil take him!" said the captain.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.