Sunday dawned a sunny hot July day.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
Her face felt hot again.
She felt hot again.
The hunt is on but the weather is too hot and sticky.
Tossing the hot pan holder on the counter, she untied the apron.
Martha, a come-lately convert to our experiment, offered to fix Howie a hot chocolate in hopes it would induce a snooze.
He sipped the hot liquid and grimaced.
By the time she had cleaned the house and finished the laundry, the day was getting hot and sticky.
I will stir up all the farmers between here and Concord, and those fellows will have a hot time of it.
But she was surprised that hot water should come out of the ground.
I meant... do I have time to fix you a hot lunch?
Why don't you go take a warm shower and I'll have a hot meal ready by the time you're done.
If things get too hot, call me - collect, you hear?
In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern.
Martha brewed coffee for us and hot chocolate for Howie.
We've given it 'em hot, mate!
All he saw about him merged into a general impression of naked, bleeding human bodies that seemed to fill the whole of the low tent, as a few weeks previously, on that hot August day, such bodies had filled the dirty pond beside the Smolensk road.
Howard dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.
The topaz gaze was intense as he sipped the hot liquid.
It was a hot afternoon, and she had thrown a light cotton sundress over her swimsuit.
Her face was hot and cold by turns.
He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
But it was a good hot meal that brought me into the diner the first time.
They're hot to get the motor home.
Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.
He trotted up the stairs to the second floor of the house and walked into the bathroom, eager for his first hot shower in days.
Start with gathering blankets, hot water, a first-aid kit, any sort of bandages they might have.
He was hot and covered with dust.
All around the world, scientists are racing to create hot fusion reactors.
The apron did not dry quickly enough to suit me, so I drew nearer and threw it right over the hot ashes.
You look as if you'd just come out of a hot bath.
A nice little hot torch for the infantry!
It is true that it was hot there, he added, modestly.
After five o'clock it was only at the Augesd Dam that a hot cannonade (delivered by the French alone) was still to be heard from numerous batteries ranged on the slopes of the Pratzen Heights, directed at our retreating forces.
It was now hot spring weather.
Oh, when he takes it in hand himself, things get hot... by heaven!...
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
She screamed as she wind milled her arms in the hot air.
He sipped the hot liquid and winced.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
I grabbed a hot dog with sauerkraut at a stand nearby and watched the theater crowd exit the latest block buster show.
But come, my children; let us explore the mountain and discover which way we must go in order to escape from this cavern, which is getting to be almost as hot as a bake-oven.
The name Hot Springs interested her, and she asked many questions about it.
They have no friend Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra's head, but as soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.
"How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.
The servants were bringing in jugs and basins, hot water for shaving, and their well- brushed clothes.
Rostov, rubbing his eyes that seemed glued together, raised his disheveled head from the hot pillow.
It was hot in the room, the inside shutters of which were closed.
"If it were hot," Prince Andrew would reply at such times very dryly to his sister, "he could go out in his smock, but as it is cold he must wear warm clothes, which were designed for that purpose.
It was a hot July day.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
On the contrary it tormented her more than anything else of late, and particularly so on this bright, hot summer day in town.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
The hot rays of the sun beat down vertically and a fresh soft wind played with the hair of the bared heads and with the ribbons decorating the icon.
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
Her face burned hot, but his tone turned her insides cold.
She felt hot again.
There was nothing suggestive about her attire, and it was too hot to wear jeans.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
The day was getting hot and it took too much energy to argue.
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
The hot day slowly drug by.
It was a hot evening and they were well back from the fire.
The morning was getting hot by the time they managed to water the mules and fill their canteens.
Desire still a hot ember inside of her, she was tempted to set the record straight, but maybe it was best he didn't know how close she had come to giving in.
The heat settled around them like a hot breath.
After what seemed like hours, but probably wasn't more than thirty minutes in the hot sun, Bordeaux stood.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Her face was hot as she pushed away from him, avoiding his gaze.
He chuckled and ran cool fingers across her hot cheek.
The hot chocolate did its job, but not until well after five o'clock.
Howie was hot, which I'm sure was Betsy's intent.
There were a half dozen messages from both Julie and Howie from California but in view of our frenzied day, decided to let them simmer until after a much relished glass or two of wine and Molly's carefully grilled hot dogs and cheese bread.
After somewhat blackened hot dogs and some canned beans simmered nearby, we returned to the house and left the backyard to the emerging mosquitos.
He reached his hand back toward his gun and I released my grip like a hot fry pan.
"Jenn is so hot!" he exclaimed.
She tasted like honey, and he reveled in the warmth of her body, her hot mouth.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
This is a nightmare waiting to happen, she said with a sigh and a hot glare at Toni.
Jule began shivering, and she turned up the heat until it was too hot for her to stand.
Jule awoke in a haze of hot and cold.
Hot and cold mixed together and almost like it's raining inside me.
She leaned into him, yielding as the intensity of the bond between them grew hot and demanding.
The meat was smoking hot and the knives and forks were performing strange antics and jumping here and there in quite a puzzling way.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
I felt the hot breath from the engine on my face, and the smoke and ashes almost choked us.
I should like very much to see you to-day Is the sun very hot in Boston now? this afternoon if it is cool enough I shall take Mildred for a ride on my donkey.
I think "no" and "yes," conveyed by a shake or a nod of my head, have become facts as apparent to her as hot and cold or as the difference between pain and pleasure.
He invited her to come to see him at Hot Springs.
Though completely waterlogged and almost as heavy as lead, they not only burned long, but made a very hot fire; nay, I thought that they burned better for the soaking, as if the pitch, being confined by the water, burned longer, as in a lamp.
"Ugh. The hussars will get it hot!" said Nesvitski; "they are within grapeshot range now."
In the forest it was almost hot, no wind could be felt.
It was dusty and so hot that on passing near water one longed to bathe.
"Too hot!" she replied, blushing with pleasure.
Morel, the orderly, brought some hot water in a saucepan and placed a bottle of claret in it.
As Pierre passed through the fence gate, he was enveloped by hot air and involuntarily stopped.
She did not let go of her mother but struggled tenderly with her, demanded a pillow and hot water, and unfastened and tore open her mother's dress.
"Such an insolent scoundrel!" he cried, growing hot again at the mere recollection of him.
We've got some hot chocolate on the stove.
The white sand reflected the hot sun back at them until they were dripping with perspiration.
The accused himself would be hot to eliminate his accuser.
The church was hot and loud, the scents that overwhelmed her outside stifling.
They went but slowly, for the sun was hot and the way was rough.
I had just sunk my head on this when the bells rung fire, and in hot haste the engines rolled that way, led by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among the foremost, for I had leaped the brook.
The day had cleared, it was hot and sunny.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.