I asked him if he ever wished to write his thoughts.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
Still, it was something she should have asked when he first offered her the job.
I asked him once if he was not sometimes tired at night, after working all day; and he answered, with a sincere and serious look, "Gorrappit, I never was tired in my life."
Again I asked my teacher, "Is this not love?"
"What will happen otherwise?" asked the Wizard.
At first, when my teacher told me about a new thing I asked very few questions.
"Are you hungry?" asked the woman's voice.
I have asked Golitsyn and he has refused.
Alex asked with a grin.
Normally he would have asked if she was ready to go to bed, or even if she needed help.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
"What is that word?" asked the king.
"What for?" asked the girl.
It is wisdom that King Solomon asked God for, not intelligence.
"What for?" asked Alpatych.
Felipa asked in surprise.
"How long do you live, after you are picked?" asked Dorothy.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
"What harm can the Gurgles do?" asked Dorothy.
Jonathan asked Alex excitedly as they joined Carmen and Felipa.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
"There's more, isn't there," Carmen asked, watching Felipa's face.
Don't you feel overwhelmed by it? she asked Alex.
"Where did you grow?" asked the Wizard.
"Is this a fairy country?" asked the boy.
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.
Jonathan asked, his eyes large.
I was brought before a court of investigation composed of the teachers and officers of the Institution, and Miss Sullivan was asked to leave me.
"Did he touch you?" he asked sharply.
"But why destroy my friends?" asked the little Wizard.
"Where do you come from, then?" asked the woman, in a curious tone.
"Where is Lincoln?" asked one.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
"Does the dama-fruit grow on a low bush, and look something like a peach?" asked the Wizard.
"You look for Alex?" she asked, continuing before Carmen could respond.
All were asked the same question.
"Where do you work?" she asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
They were so synchronized and fluid that Carmen asked Alex if they danced often.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
The day before they were scheduled to leave, Alex came home from work and asked to see the tickets.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
"Who built these lovely bridges?" asked the little girl.
"Which would you rather have" asked the caliph, "three hundred pieces of gold, or three wise sayings from my lips?"
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
I read one or two shallow books of travel in the intervals of my work, till that employment made me ashamed of myself, and I asked where it was then that I lived.
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
He asked for a samovar and for hay for his horses, and when he had had his tea he went to bed.
She asked him where he had been.
"Are you afraid of getting fired?" she asked with a grin.
Katie asked her about the progress on the horse ranch.
"You can't find a sitter closer to your home?" she asked skeptically.
"What do you do?" asked the Sorcerer.
"Do you eat?" asked the boy.
"But where are the people?" asked Dorothy.
Then he called his wisest men together and asked them, "Is it really true that the first people in the world were Egyptians?"
Will you stay here if the enemy occupies the place? asked Prince Andrew.
"Who is this?" asked the Wizard, curiously.
Señor Medena asked Carmen and Alex to come to his office with him.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
"Alex?" she asked tentatively.
I am frequently asked how I overcome the peculiar conditions under which I work in college.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
Isn't it funny? asked the kitten.
"How does it taste?" asked the Wizard.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
Alpatych, without answering or looking at his host, sorted his packages and asked how much he owed.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
"When can I go outside?" she asked again.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
"Can he fight?" asked the man's voice.
"What are Gargoyles?" asked Zeb.
One of his brothers asked to see the whistle.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
I asked, and the next minute I recognized the odour of the mimosa blossoms.
Some one asked me if I had read it in a book.
"Are we really quite lost, your excellency?" he asked again.
Alex asked sharply, his brows drawing down.
Jonathan rarely asked for anything and the idea of having someone in the house playing music was appealing.
"What does all this mean, anyhow?" asked the horse, jumping to escape a thorn.
"And Alpatych is being sent to Smolensk?" asked Princess Mary.
"Can I hold her?" she asked Alex.
"Are they good seats?" she asked.
"I thought he was going to beat you to me again," "Who?" he asked again.
"What are you doing," he finally asked.
Quinn asked, his face masked in shock.
"Where is he?" she asked.
Han asked, his form blurry in front of her.
"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.
"Is not the Real Horse a beautiful animal?" asked the Sawhorse admiringly.
Señor Medena asked, his voice crisp.
"Who?" he asked, his expression quizzical.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
The problem is, you neither asked nor listened.
When I told her about Destiny, she asked if she could come up and help.
You asked me to drive you home, don't you remember?
Lisa asked, as she gazed at the beautiful buckskin gelding.
"Looking for flowers again?" he asked dryly.
Han asked, lowering his book.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
"Will there be any more Rains?" asked the man with the star.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"Where are they?" asked Dorothy, in astonishment.
Will you buy it, my dear? he asked, addressing Dorothy.
"But why fight at all, in that case?" asked the girl.
"What made them fly away?" asked Dorothy.
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
I asked, pointing in the direction from which the heat came.
Mrs. C. came to the door and asked me to view it from the inside.
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
"Why are they leaving the town?" asked Alpatych.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
I remember the morning that I first asked the meaning of the word, "love."
The mistress rocked and hushed her baby and when anyone came into the cellar asked in a pathetic whisper what had become of her husband who had remained in the street.
Carmen asked in surprise.
Couldn't you, Zeb? asked the little girl.
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.
Once she asked for daddy, but went back to sleep when Carmen told her he was asleep.
Later she remembered that Alex had asked her to call him if there was any change.
"Have you had any sleep?" he asked.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
"Is he alright?" she asked.
"How is Destiny?" he asked.
He asked, and then coughed.
"The twins?" she finally asked.
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Is it something you want to be involved in?" she asked.
"Is that what this is all about?" he asked.
Even Katie noticed the change in him and asked Carmen about the cause.
"Where is he now?" she asked.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Isn't it early for all of that?" she asked.
He asked, lifting the creamer.
It was something she had been told often, but never expected to be asked.
Lisa asked as she turned to look at Sarah.
"Better?" he asked, his voice gentle and warm.
I wondered why you asked me to look for it.
"Are you sure you liked it?" he asked.
I asked a few questions and was quickly told to mind my own business.
On the other hand, she hadn't asked Len to look into Yancey's past.
As she brushed by him on her way to her room to dress, she asked over her shoulder.
Keeping her voice conversational, she asked him without looking up.
Since you asked, I'm getting it today.
Fine, but that's not what I asked.
He merely asked if she was alright.
I asked Connie if you could...
Yet Howard said he hired Allen because she asked him to investigate Yancey.
Allen had come to the house before she asked Howard to check on Yancey.
If she had asked about the building when we passed it, I might have figured she had never seen it, but she pretended she didn't notice.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a perplexed tone.
Her date with Michael had been uneventful and he hadn't asked her out since.
"Tonight?" she asked dryly.
Was he regretting that he had asked her to marry him?
If she had come up with Brandon when he asked, she would have been there when Mr. Marsh suffered the heart attack.
"But what if they're wrong?" his mother asked.
But he asked me to leave.
You haven't asked me what a woman is doing out here driving a wagon.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
Forget I asked... please.
Your father asked me to look for you while I was out this way, and bring you home if I could.
I just asked her to marry me.
Cassie asked, trying to make her voice sound friendly.
"So you can collect your money?" she asked sourly.
Did you see that? she asked breathlessly.
He was no more expressive around Mary than anyone else, but he often asked her opinion on things.
And so you asked me?
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
He couldn't have asked for a better housekeeper, but the atmosphere between them had become strained.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
Betsy asked, probably visualizing Abe Lincoln's birth place, with outside toilet and stream-carried water.
"Where do they live?" she asked as we rolled up and down low hills by bucolic pastures.
Howie asked, adding, "Did I sleep with you?"
"Do you remember this, or do I have to teach you?" she asked.
"Did you two get a good night's sleep," Martha asked as she poured me a cup.
Quinn asked with a frown.
Martha asked as she passed around butter and syrup.
Betsy asked, sounding disappointed.
"Wouldn't you want the answers to those questions?" she asked all of us.
You can be the mediator, he asked.
There was murmured sound downstairs and Betsy asked from outside the door if there was a problem.
I remembered the things you asked me to look for.
I asked my mother about visiting the country or a farm and she insisted I'd never travelled anywhere but here in New Hampshire until I left for the seminary.
We asked about buildings; there were none, only corn in the four fields separated by the cross roads.
He nodded his head and asked how long he slept.
Then she asked hesitantly, "Do you want to try it again after he cleans up?"
"What did you think of Howie?" she asked.
I remembered a question he'd asked.
Once on our stools and served, I asked him his plans if he did in fact recognize the town of his dream.
Howie asked about my job and confessed he was spending far too much time doing nothing.
I asked, breaking the reverential silence.
"Did you have kin from here?" she asked as she unlocked the building and guided us into a large office that smelled of cigars and dust.
"How old is this building," I asked.
We asked if there was anyone around who might still be living who would remember that far back.
"How about Croft's Feed," I asked, remembering another name.
Over pie and coffee that followed a meat loaf dinner, Betsy asked the question on all our minds.
Quinn asked the question over oatmeal and raisin toast on Saturday morning.
When I rose and asked if we were ready to begin another session, he was eager to join us on our trek to the basement.
I never asked you to.
Betsy asked, trying to ease the tension.
Do you think I should? he asked in a quaking voice.
When I'd stopped for a breath, the woman asked where I was when I witnessed it and why I'd waited so long to call.
"And many more nightmares," Quinn asked.
I have this gift I never asked for but it's like I have an obligation to utilize it.
I guess I looked funny, so he asked me outright, if we'd been lovers.
Then Howie asked if we'd try to run a session this weekend, long distance, by phone.
"How much money do you have, Howie?" asked Martha, the most outspoken of our group.
"Georgia, not New York?" he asked.
He asked if there were others and I told him about two.
I asked after a few deep breaths.
I asked the others after I'd explained Brennan's conversation.
"Mr. Brennan asked me call you," I said by way of introduction.
Then he asked, "Are you ever wrong?"
I asked, more to take his mind off mayhem than to elicit information.
Quinn asked, arresting everyone's attention.
"What do you mean?" his wife asked.
"And what does your mind have to say?" my wife asked.
I mentioned finding the old name of Willard Humphries and asked if Brennan could check if he'd been released.
Brennan asked when there was a break in our conversation.
"You guys have always been right on money, haven't you?" he asked.
Betsy asked after once more, he'd left early.
I asked, immediately realizing the stupidity of the question.
"Who are Rita and Tamara?" he asked, thereby identifying his mystery amour.
I asked Yes, or a victim's advocacy group.
I asked Daniel Brennan if there was any progress in the Bryce case.
He was simply helping out his sibling and never asked for details.
I asked as I stroked my knife against her cheek.
He obviously knew he owed us an explanation but I sensed he would wait us out until someone asked.
I asked her, as if it was business as usual.
"How do you know it was the same person who killed the others who killed that poor woman in Omaha?" she asked.
She agreed to do so but said she was ninety percent convinced already and asked me to continue.
Martha asked if she'd like to hold the baby, thrilling Molly further.
She politely asked her mother for permission, which was granted.
She kept looking toward Martha until Martha asked if something was wrong.
"May I babysit for Clair sometime after I move up to Keene?" she asked, then turned to Betsy and added, "And maybe take Bumpus for walks?"
Martha had asked to come in late as baby Clair had a bad night.
"Tell me why you called?" he asked instead of answering.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
"What should I do?" he asked.
Strange though, when I asked if gunshots were common, they answered yes, but it was a quiet weekend; none had been reported for several days.
I asked her if she perceived any hint of threat.
Are there any more tidbits you can slip my way? she asked.
"In Idaho?" she asked, like a hen pecking for scraps.
I didn't know the names of anyone at organization so I asked for the person in charge of investigations.
We've been asked a number of times, by the press and everyone else if we're an adjunct to the tipster person.
He always asked Betsy what cases he was missing by his absence.
I asked as I tasted my bourbon on the rebound.
I asked before I realized how accusatory the question sounded.
He got up the courage and asked me out but when I begged off he acted so devastated I felt like a heel.
So a week or two later, I asked him out... dinner at my place.
That was all he'd asked of us.
Instead, I asked a question.
Finally, she asked, "Do you want me out of the room when you break this news to Howie?"
"How did it go, boss?" my wife asked.
Julie asked, scarcely above a whisper.
Then I asked if she perceived any threats.
She asked, a smile in her voice, "How's the weather in Idaho?"
I asked, trying to learn something of what transpired.
"Was she pleased?" he asked.
"Who killed your cat?" she asked.
"What happened?" she asked as I stepped in.
She asked about the baby and I said Claire was fed and sleeping.
Martha wasn't doing well staying alone so she asked a bottle of Beefeater to keep her company.
I then asked, "How is it going out there?"
Betsy asked, wide eyed.
"Are you hitting on me?" she asked.
"What would you give for a reason for asking?" she asked.
After a pause, Irv asked how much?
I asked, not hiding my disappointment.
Molly asked from where she was standing in the doorway, holding a raft of papers.
"Is it what my mom did?" the child asked.
"How's everyone else?" he asked.
She sounded subdued and whispered as she asked how Molly was doing.
I asked her that one of them call me with the results.
"Martha didn't run home and relate to Quinn what you told her?" she asked.
I asked when I'd caught my breath.
Before he could respond I asked if Julie was nearby.
Do you think Martha will upset Quinn enough so he won't do what you asked?
Brennan asked as soon as I picked up.
You asked about a con named Willard Humphries a while back and I told you he was out of prison and floated off in the breeze.
"When was she molested?" he asked.
He asked for a contact phone number and gave me an emergency number to call.
I asked, knowing they probably hadn't tried.
Betsy asked with a smile.
I asked, confirming my lack of faith in the couple's long term relationship.
She asked if I thought Martha would fly out for the funeral or memorial service.
I told her I'd asked the same question of Martha earlier and she'd been noncommittal.
After he thanked me I asked, "Did you have any luck on your own?"
"Do you remember Gladys Gillespie of Sow Creek, Idaho?" she asked.
The only item of information I'd withheld from Detective Jackson was that the assailant had asked me where everybody else was.
Jackson asked, surprising me.
"Does the detective think you committed a crime or you're involved in some way?" she asked.
Then I asked, "Have you brought the others up to speed on what's been happening?"
Then he asked, "Was there a killing in Santa Barbara that you know about or you're looking at?"
"How did he find Howie?" before I could answer she asked, "Did this all happen because of what I did?"
Betsy asked as we drove home to Surry.
"Any chance you might start up again later, if we're assured all the threats are eliminated?" he asked.
Brennan asked after a pause.
"May we help you?" she asked.
I asked without answering the man's question.
"What's that number and description?" he asked.
"May I sit with you?" she asked shyly.
Molly asked, practically holding her breath.
I don't know why she asked me; it didn't appear as if I had a say in the matter.
I accepted gratefully and asked him if there was any news on the camper.
"Are you registered?" she asked me.
I asked, just as a stocky bearded man dressed in a brown religious smock came out of a side door.
I was asked for the second time.
I crossed my fingers, at least mentally, and asked, "Was he around when Annie was abducted?"
A number of those in attendance asked if the service was still on for seven o'clock.
"What are you going to tell him?" she asked.
I had my hand on the door handle but instead asked our driver to follow it.
"Isn't he a registered sex offender?" someone asked.
"How did your friend Howie recognize Grasso?" he asked without preamble.
He waited for me to continue but when I didn't he asked, "Do you suppose if there were a tipster, he or she could help us out?"
There was nothing more I could do here absent Howie so I rounded up patrolman Murphy and asked him to return me to the hospital.
I was sure he wanted to know about the tipster and when he asked me outright if it was I, I knew I was correct.
I asked, pointing to the longest underlined numbers at the rear of the booklet.
I thought I knew but I asked anyway.
I asked, thrilled that al last there was news.
I asked where the house in question was located and was told it was several blocks away and this was a staging area.
"You think he's gone to meet Grasso?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Are you a doctor?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
Do you understand? he asked.
"Kyle?" she asked, looking up at the freaky-looking youth in Goth clothing and multiple facial piercings.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, leaning against the counter.
He went to see her yesterday, and he asked me to stop by and meet all her friends tonight.
They said-- " "Kyle, are you on drugs?" she asked, baffled.
"What're you telling me, that Jonny's hurt?" she asked.
"How far is this party?" she asked.
Jenn asked too casually.
"How far along is she, Pierre?" he asked.
"Boy or girl?" he asked, genuinely happy about Damian and Sofia's first child.
"Was he initiated yet?" he asked.
"Is that all you'll give me?" he asked.
"Of all the weapons under the bed, you chose that one?" he asked, looking at the scissors.
"Is he okay?" she asked at his silence.
"How'd your dad die?" he asked.
"Am I your prisoner or are you some sort of really weird Good Samaritan that's gonna let me go when we get to where we're going?" she asked with a sigh.
"For how long?" she asked, frowning.
Bianca asked, her eyes wide.
Are you next of kin? a doctor asked, knocking on the door.
"Can I say good-bye?" she asked.
"You know where the car is?" he asked her, holding out the keys.
How are you good? she asked.
"Who's Sofi?" she asked.
Bianca asked, surprised the man had feelings.
"I don't really have a choice about anything going on, do I?" she asked.
"Do I have to stay here all day?" she asked.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Sofi, what can you tell me about this weekend?" he asked.
"I don't make it, do I?" he asked, even knowing he shouldn't.
Am I still grounded? she asked, pinning him with a cold glare and crossing her arms.
"You want some cookies?" she asked.
"Have you met my brother yet?" she asked, wanting to draw him from his thoughts.
"Who is this Sofi?" she asked.
Are you okay? she asked, surprised and concerned.
"Anything you wanna talk about?" she asked.
"Can I have another cookie?" he asked.
She'd asked if Darian was okay.
"Who was it?" she asked.
"You're a Healer, aren't you?" he asked.
Dusty asked, eyes going from his dinner to the mangled creature on the table in front of them.
Toni asked with a laugh.
"You up for a field trip?" he asked.
"When do you want me to go?" she asked, fidgeting.
Toni asked, shaking his head.
"You still want to be XO?" he asked.
Jonny asked, facing her again.
"How long do I have to do this?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, facing her again.
"You okay?" he asked.
She hesitated then asked, "Can you call someone to come get me?"
"Is this your gift?" she asked, holding up the drink.
"You okay?" she asked.
Toni asked Sofi, striding in from the outside.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked.
Dusty asked with a frown.
"You gave Bianca a phone?" he asked.
Toni asked, breaking their tense silence.
Toni asked, whipping out his PDA.
"Something bad's going to happen, isn't it?" she asked.
Dusty asked, a knot forming in his stomach.
"Where are the girls?" he asked in a low, level growl.
Darian asked in a sad voice.
"Where are we going, Father?" he asked.
Talon asked the question she feared voicing.
Speck asked, looking Jonny over critically.
"You're taking care of the pets, too?" he asked.
Iggy asked about it.
"I saved everyone?" he asked, hopeful once more.
"You remember what I told you about family?" he asked.
Dusty asked after a pause.
Jenn asked, watching him closely.
Darian asked in a hushed voice.
"You brought me here to lecture me, little one?" he asked with gentle gruffness.
"Shouldn't you be saving people in Ohio or something?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Where did those come from?" he asked.
"Now, you wanna get outta these wet clothes or not?" he asked.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
"How's my darling?" he asked with his usual indifference.
"Is it what's been bothering you the past two days?" she asked.
"Will he have many secrets?" she asked, perplexed.
"I know … I guess … I hoped …" "Your dear old father was crazy?" he asked with a glint in his eyes that made her cringe.
"You fall again?" he asked, gaze on her bruised cheekbone.
"Could I take it to go?" she asked.
"Which gentleman?" she asked.
"Make you do what?" he asked and stopped just out of arms' reach.
"You done?" he asked.
Sean asked from behind her.
"Father, may I go with you someday?" she asked.