I worked with him for two years before I discovered who he really was.
I guess I can't deny that, but in all these years, why hasn't Uncle Fabrice's name come up in a conversation at least once?
Five years ago that day she had met Alex.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
I graduated two years ahead of her and didn't keep in touch.
She was two years younger then.
A person could change a lot in a few years, especially when they were that young.
Howard was a good ten years older and had far more important things on his mind – like his new position as partner at the law firm.
If she hadn't grown out of it in twenty-one years, she wasn't likely to.
With planning and diligence, his business would be on its feet in a few years and she would be working in the pediatric ward at the hospital.
A few years from now, he'll be regretting this.
It seems like years since I saw you last.
It had been two years since their mother had died - three since their father had run off with that harlot.
It reminded her of those days, years ago, when the family laughed and talked to each other.
I spent enough time out here a few years ago.
Where I've lived for the last two years, thanks to him.
The years had not been kind to him.
He's a good eight years older than me.
I'm not sure who started that story, but it floated around here for my last two years of high school.
Who would have guessed two years ago that he would become a happily married man?
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
Martha opened the screen door with a flourish Grandpa built this place in the nineteen thirties and wired it years later.
He's thirty-six years old and starting life over; he's an empty box.
Years of only remembered dreams but now the real act is so much better than fantasying!
Once I lived on top the earth, but for many years I have had my factory in this spot--half way up Pyramid Mountain.
But they've been very scarce for a few years and we usually have to be content with elephants or buffaloes, answered the creature, in a regretful tone.
And we are of an excellent family and have a pedigree that I challenge any humans to equal, as it extends back about twenty thousand years, to the time of the famous Green Dragon of Atlantis, who lived in a time when humans had not yet been created.
Over this Land I ruled in peace for many years, until I grew old and longed to see my native city once again.
The boy was only four years old, and the girl was not yet six.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
Little Benjamin Franklin was very happy; for he was only seven years old.
Jet planes were only a few years old.
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
If you had looked ahead fifty years to 1240, you wouldn't have anticipated much change.
A wild-eyed, crazed techno-optimist of the nineteenth century concluded that in fifty years there would be a telephone in every town in America.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger.
One child was six years old, the other two or three years older.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
I lived there two years and two months.
I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors.
You may say the wisest thing you can, old man--you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind--I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.
Yet some, not wise, go to the other side of the globe, to barbarous and unhealthy regions, and devote themselves to trade for ten or twenty years, in order that they may live--that is, keep comfortably warm--and die in New England at last.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
Soon after Anna Pavlovna's reception Anna Mikhaylovna returned to Moscow and went straight to her rich relations, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed when in the town and where her darling Bory, who had only just entered a regiment of the line and was being at once transferred to the Guards as a cornet, had been educated from childhood and lived for years at a time.
Boris on the contrary at once found his footing, and related quietly and humorously how he had known that doll Mimi when she was still quite a young lady, before her nose was broken; how she had aged during the five years he had known her, and how her head had cracked right across the skull.
The only young people remaining in the drawing room, not counting the young lady visitor and the countess' eldest daughter (who was four years older than her sister and behaved already like a grown-up person), were Nicholas and Sonya, the niece.