Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
And yet, its little engine hummed along with a surprising lack of noise.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
Being in front carried its responsibilities.
The bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
He could hear its footsteps.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
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I listened with increasing wonder to Miss Sullivan's descriptions of the great round world with its burning mountains, buried cities, moving rivers of ice, and many other things as strange.
At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
Here was the India of my books in the curious bazaar with its Shivas and elephant-gods; there was the land of the Pyramids concentrated in a model Cairo with its mosques and its long processions of camels; yonder were the lagoons of Venice, where we sailed every evening when the city and the fountains were illuminated.
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savage stands on the unelastic plank of famine.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Thanks to the strictness and assiduity of its commander the regiment, in comparison with others that had reached Braunau at the same time, was in splendid condition.
"You won't bear me a grudge, Prokhor Ignatych?" said the regimental commander, overtaking the third company on its way to its quarters and riding up to Captain Timokhin who was walking in front.