Finally Miss Clara gathered her papers.
Something I said made her think she detected in my words a confession that I did remember Miss Canby's story of "The Frost Fairies," and she laid her conclusions before Mr. Anagnos, although I had told her most emphatically that she was mistaken.
He turned to Miss Clara.
"I miss Damian," she whispered.
The regimental commander ran forward on each such occasion, fearing to miss a single word of the commander-in-chief's regarding the regiment.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
Miss Clara gathered her papers and smiled up at him.
I dialed Miss Reagan first.
Give me my thimble, Miss, from there...
I can't get Howie to leave and I miss Molly.
She didn't miss the surprised look on Han's face.
"Wouldn't miss it," Damian said and stood to shake his hand.
"Thank you for your time," Adrienne said as she stood and shook Miss Clara's hand.
Brandon folded into the chair Miss Clara had vacated and smiled nervously.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
She didn't miss the way the others moved out of his way or the way the aura of command around him filled up the room.
If I miss, I'll paralyze you for eternity.
I miss the stars.
She didn't miss the look of relief that crossed Pierre's face and suspected he'd been threatened with a reassignment for shooting her.
"No; you miss many pleasures," remarked the cab-horse, pityingly.
Something akin to getting a date with Miss America: Sure, in theory, possible—but realistically, it ain't gonna happen.
But Miss Sullivan shook her head, and I was greatly puzzled and disappointed.
I had made many mistakes, and Miss Sullivan had pointed them out again and again with gentle patience.
One day, Miss Sullivan tells me, I pinned the word girl on my pinafore and stood in the wardrobe.
Everything Miss Sullivan taught me she illustrated by a beautiful story or a poem.
The first Christmas after Miss Sullivan came to Tuscumbia was a great event.
Every one in the family prepared surprises for me, but what pleased me most, Miss Sullivan and I prepared surprises for everybody else.
Miss Sullivan and I kept up a game of guessing which taught me more about the use of language than any set lessons could have done.
One day Miss Sullivan attracted my attention to a strange object which she had captured basking in the shallow water.
I had never crossed it until one day Mildred, Miss Sullivan and I were lost in the woods, and wandered for hours without finding a path.
Even this became less and less intelligible until the time when Miss Sullivan began to teach me.
"Why, didn't you know, Miss?" replied the maid.
Pierre did not take his eyes from him and did not miss his slightest movement.
Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
He did not miss a single word he uttered, and would afterwards, with Dessalles or by himself, recall and reconsider the meaning of everything Pierre had said.
But Miss Sullivan did not arrive until the following March.
It was so cool up in the tree that Miss Sullivan proposed that we have our luncheon there.
Miss Sullivan tried to teach me to count by stringing beads in groups, and by arranging kintergarten straws I learned to add and subtract.
Miss Fuller's method was this: she passed my hand lightly over her face, and let me feel the position of her tongue and lips when she made a sound.
Miss Fuller and Miss Sullivan could understand me, but most people would not have understood one word in a hundred.
It astonished me to find how much easier it is to talk than to spell with the fingers, and I discarded the manual alphabet as a medium of communication on my part; but Miss Sullivan and a few friends still use it in speaking to me, for it is more convenient and more rapid than lip-reading.
I had made my homeward journey, talking constantly to Miss Sullivan, not for the sake of talking, but determined to improve to the last minute.