Now there's a new word.
There's nothing wrong with having a different opinion.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
Maybe there's a place with a college so Howie can continue his studies.
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
There's no reason to get all worked up.
There's no point in pushing yourself until you drop.
There's no great hurry, and I want to get as much as possible out of my studies.
There's a concert at the arts center.
I don't want to lose her and there's no way I'll endanger what we're doing.
And there's nothing for you to say.
There's a hospital in Bartlesville.
And anyway, Cade definitely isn't romantically interested in me, so there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
There's no way he'd consent to travel all the way from Boston.
We don't have an extra bed but there's a roll out cot down there.
But there's a chill in the air and they'll be going indoors.
So there's no concern these visions may stop completely?
There's no chance some of the memory is still there?
But I'm not sure there's any accurate way of proving that one way or the other.
There's a life at stake!
"There's one less bad guy, Howie," I said, "Thanks to you."
With each tip we give there's further chance someone will start stringing them together.
There's this God-given gift hanging up there like a paper moon that only the five of us can make happen.
There's not much we can do as I see it.
Maybe there's some way to have both; retain our privacy and have an escape identity in case the need ever arises.
There's time for recreation before my business in Omaha.
There's nothing wrong with that girl!
Then there's a break of several years.
There's absolute confidentiality in what we do.
There's less time between his killings and he seems to have used his new found knowledge down the road in Arkansas.
Debbie Woolrich, age nine, remains in the wind but there's little hope she's alive.
"It's like this," he said thoughtfully, "if there's a battle soon, yours will win.
There's only one way--guewilla warfare!
There's our center, at Borodino, just there, and he pointed to the village in front of them with the white church.
You see down there where the rows of hay are lying in the hollow, there's the bridge.
That's all nonsense, there's nothing of the kind.
There's a gentleman for you!
If they've retired it's because there's work for them to do farther back.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
Do us the honor to come in, there's plenty of everything in the master's house.
There's a fight, lads!
He thinks there's no government!