He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
"Someone must have spiked my punch," he said, running a hand through his hair.
He ran a hand through his hair.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
As if Destiny had not been through enough already, she was forced to stay inside the tent.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
Do you need to clear it through your boyfriend?
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
The doorway of the glass palace was quite big enough for the horse and buggy to enter, so Zeb drove straight through it and the children found themselves in a lofty hall that was very beautiful.
It was not so high as the glowing star of the six colored suns, but was descending slowly through the air--so slowly that at first it scarcely seemed to move.
"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
But I have been examining this tunnel, and I do not see any signs of so large a beast having passed through it.
In the morning, as soon as it was daylight, he resolved to take a walk and try to find some grass for breakfast; so he ambled calmly through the handsome arch of the doorway, turned the corner of the palace, wherein all seemed asleep, and came face to face with the Sawhorse.
Instead of sitting at his ease in a parlor car, he went jolting along through mud and mire, exposed to wind and weather.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
He led his armies through many countries.
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
Yet, just like the Italian restaurant search, it will be approachable through the aggregate life experiences of everybody on the planet.
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
In the 1500s it spread all through Europe, in the 1600s expanded its foothold in North America, and by the mid-1700s regularly occurred almost everywhere in the world.
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
Imagine a computer culling through this massive amount of data, inconceivably large, and pulling out patterns.
I remember with delight how I went through their rose-garden, how their dogs, big Leo and little curly-haired Fritz with long ears, came to meet me, and how Nimrod, the swiftest of the horses, poked his nose into my hands for a pat and a lump of sugar.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
My soul, conscious of new strength, came out of bondage, and was reaching through those broken symbols of speech to all knowledge and all faith.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
It was a pleasant hillside where I worked, covered with pine woods, through which I looked out on the pond, and a small open field in the woods where pines and hickories were springing up.
We are eager to tunnel under the Atlantic and bring the Old World some weeks nearer to the New; but perchance the first news that will leak through into the broad, flapping American ear will be that the Princess Adelaide has the whooping cough.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
The real attractions of the Hollowell farm, to me, were: its complete retirement, being, about two miles from the village, half a mile from the nearest neighbor, and separated from the highway by a broad field; its bounding on the river, which the owner said protected it by its fogs from frosts in the spring, though that was nothing to me; the gray color and ruinous state of the house and barn, and the dilapidated fences, which put such an interval between me and the last occupant; the hollow and lichen-covered apple trees, gnawed by rabbits, showing what kind of neighbors I should have; but above all, the recollection I had of it from my earliest voyages up the river, when the house was concealed behind a dense grove of red maples, through which I heard the house-dog bark.
From a hill-top near by, where the wood had been recently cut off, there was a pleasing vista southward across the pond, through a wide indentation in the hills which form the shore there, where their opposite sides sloping toward each other suggested a stream flowing out in that direction through a wooded valley, but stream there was none.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
Ah, my dear friend, our divine Saviour's words, that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God, are terribly true.
My father talks of nothing but marches and countermarches, things of which I understand nothing; and the day before yesterday during my daily walk through the village I witnessed a heartrending scene....