According to Martha, no one has been near that mine in years.
I didn't at first recognize the New Hampshire number but remembered I'd given mine to Detective Jackson.
By law, you are mine twice over even without the blood bond.
Someone told Caleb about this old mine and this thing they swore was in it.
He didn't even prattle on about some alleged personal experiences in a diamond mine in Africa, a search for gold or other such nonsense he was expected to resurrect or invent.
She and another child were poking around a mine up above Governor's Basin.
And because some little snot-nose has a vivid imagination, or thinks it's fun to tell whoppers, I'm supposed to go traipsing off in some god-forsaken mine on the taxpayer's expense on a treasure hunt?
I don't give a damn about a bunch of bones, but where do you get off saying The Lucky Pup Mine is yours?
It sounds like the Lucky Pup Mine is at the bottom of the whole business.
"Going up to that mine scares the you-know-what out of me," she whispered, "but I feel like we're doing it for Martha—after our promise to her.
Joseph asked Fred for a marker and cardboard and began making "No Trespassing" signs, signifying he planned a visit to the mine later.
Another favourite haunt of mine was the orchard, where the fruit ripened early in July.
Indeed, I feel that the success is hers more than mine; for she is my constant inspiration....
"Rubbish, nonsense, humbug!" exclaimed Nicholas, and he thought: "How charming this Natasha of mine is!
"What a darling this Nicholas of mine is!" thought Natasha.
All that is mine is yours, she concluded, scanning the faces before her.
"Your information may be better than mine," Anna Pavlovna suddenly and venomously retorted on the inexperienced young man, "but I know on good authority that this doctor is a very learned and able man.
But I have not killed anyone or taken anything that was not mine, but have only helped my poorer brothers.
Well, what business is it of mine what goes on there-- whether Arakcheev is bad, and all that?
She inspected a tee shirt of mine, sniffed it with disgust, and tossed it into a trash can across the room.
I promised all of you I wouldn't go into your lives and I won't go into mine either.
"Mine too," Quinn said, forgetting his anger at me.
We had always teetered on the edge, Martha and me, even as young children, playing you-show-me-yours-I'll-show-you-mine and sneaking to places forbidden.
"You see mine?" he asked.
I don't even know when mine is.
"You are mine already," he said in a quiet voice.
"Mine don't retract," she said with a grimace.
You didn't go in a mine, did you?
Tell me exactly where this mine is located, and just where the skeleton is.
Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.
Dawkins bought the parcel that contained the mine in 1955, part of sixty acres.
What business was it of mine when I married and was so deep in debt that I was threatened with prison, and had a mother who could not see or understand it?
They stumbled from the mine, hugging one another in the sunshine, thankful that the frightening ordeal was over.
He turned and without hesitation, began the short ascent to the mine without even inquiring about directions.
"Well," said Cynthia, dredging up a pinch of optimism from a miserable situation, "whoever mis-marked our trail back in the mine at least thought we'd crawl out of the earth and make it this far.
Is that the mine those Dawkins boys were fighting over the other night?