There were sparks between them from the start.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
We'll take care of them together.
She retrieved them from her purse and handed them to him.
Dragging it up again wouldn't do either of them any good.
Jonathan was watching them intently.
After lunch, all four of them went outside to play ball.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
The worst thing was their terror of reaching the bottom of this great crack in the earth, and the natural fear that sudden death was about to overtake them at any moment.
There was no heat in the colored suns, however, and after they had passed below them the top of the buggy shut out many of the piercing rays so that the boy and girl could open their eyes again.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
This was a very interesting experience to them.
But the pulling of them apart and pushing them together again was only a sleight-of-hand trick.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
He would drive them from place to place as his master wished.
The shepherd and his dog could not keep them together.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, "Becos! becos! becos!" till the shepherd gave them something to eat.
Some of them camped in Charlestown, [Footnote: Charles'town.] a village near Boston.
The four men followed them for some distance, and then lost them on the hillside.
Then he began to nail them on.
Schell regards sensors largely in terms of gameplay—but for our purposes, think of them passively logging your life.
It often left them partially paralyzed, in wheelchairs or iron lungs (a term that's now all but forgotten and will likely send younger readers to Wikipedia).
In the First World War, we learned to treat wounds by washing them with a germicide.
Is it because winning the award gives them more confidence?
(With more than thirty thousand genes in your body, you can't expect them all to have cool names.)
My guess is that such people have some genetic factor protecting them against the adverse effects of bacon.
Whether this will be by growing working copies of the genes and administering them to a patient, by introducing a nanobot that fixes them, or by any of the dozen other methods currently being developed, I do not know.
I tried vainly to put them together.
I had a frame in which I could arrange the words in little sentences; but before I ever put sentences in the frame I used to make them in objects.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
I did not eat them; but I loved their fragrance and enjoyed hunting for them in the leaves and grass.
We also went nutting, and I helped them open the chestnut burrs and break the shells of hickory-nuts and walnuts--the big, sweet walnuts!
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
I find in one of them, a letter to Mr. Anagnos, dated September 29, 1891, words and sentiments exactly like those of the book.
Who made them serfs of the soil?
It would be some advantage to live a primitive and frontier life, though in the midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain them; or even to look over the old day-books of the merchants, to see what it was that men most commonly bought at the stores, what they stored, that is, what are the grossest groceries.
Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to.
Every day our garments become more assimilated to ourselves, receiving the impress of the wearer's character, until we hesitate to lay them aside without such delay and medical appliances and some such solemnity even as our bodies.
It would be easier for them to hobble to town with a broken leg than with a broken pantaloon.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
When I ask for a garment of a particular form, my tailoress tells me gravely, "They do not make them so now," not emphasizing the "They" at all, as if she quoted an authority as impersonal as the Fates, and I find it difficult to get made what I want, simply because she cannot believe that I mean what I say, that I am so rash.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.
The count met the guests and saw them off, inviting them all to dinner.
But those tears were pleasant to them both.
The count took the gentlemen into his study and showed them his choice collection of Turkish pipes.
None of them had yet seen the manifesto, but they all knew it had appeared.
One of them was a sallow, clean-shaven civilian with a thin and wrinkled face, already growing old, though he was dressed like a most fashionable young man.