I guess he was stunned by my beauty.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
By that time, the others had all retired.
Felipa finally took her by the arm.
By the way, neither Alex nor I drink.
It is proved by my fine points.
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
Three weeks ago she would have been embarrassed by such a conversation.
Yes; for they eat of the dama-fruit, as we all do, and that keeps them from being seen by any eye, whether human or animal.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
This came in by currier a few minutes ago, sir.
It was nearly midnight by the time they left.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
She was just surprised by what was in the envelope.
Whether you are rich or poor, live in the developed world or the developing world, life today is better and easier than it was a century ago by virtually any measure.
They stopped by the side of the road and made their manners.
His clothing fitted his form snugly and was gorgeously colored in brilliant shades of green, which varied as the sunbeams touched them but was not wholly influenced by the solar rays.
"Why do you want me?" asked Eureka, disturbed by this threat.
At such times Dorothy, Zeb and the Wizard all pushed behind, and lifted the wheels over the roughest places; so they managed, by dint of hard work, to keep going.
Maybe the effects of the liquor would wear off by morning.
Alex was a wealthy man - rich by her standards.
"That," said Zeb, "explains why this house is used by them for a prison.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
And by this visit of the Emperor to Moscow the strength of the Russian army was trebled.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church tower, far away.
Inspired, perhaps, by Master Gobbler's success, we carried off to the woodpile a cake which the cook had just frosted, and ate every bit of it.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception.
Someone from the church or clinic must have been by and brought it for Alex.
By the time he had attached a handle to this sword he was having much trouble to breathe, as the charm of the Sorcerer was beginning to take effect.
Then another light flashed clear and bright by the side of the first one.
When Pierre saw the Emperor he was coming out accompanied by two merchants, one of whom Pierre knew, a fat otkupshchik.
Bagration drove up in a carriage to the house occupied by Barclay.
The old prince returned with quick steps, accompanied by Michael Ivanovich, bringing the letter and a plan.
Even so, Alex wasn't back by the time she got out.
Well, he was probably embarrassed by her outburst and felt the need to explain.
Eureka helped him by flying into the faces of the enemy and scratching and biting furiously, and the kitten ruined so many vegetable complexions that the Mangaboos feared her as much as they did the horse.
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.
By whoever invited all these other people - I suppose because she was someone I knew.
"Wish I had an axe," said Zeb, who by now had unhitched the horse.
When we were fortunate enough to find a nest I never allowed her to carry the eggs home, making her understand by emphatic signs that she might fall and break them.
Yeah, out by the corral.
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
Her actions had clearly taken him by surprise.
She hadn't helped any by turning their past problems into a monetary issue.
Finally, exhausted by tears, Destiny fell asleep.
The advisors of the Princess did not like this test; but she commanded them to step into the flame and one by one they did so, and were scorched so badly that the air was soon filled with an odor like that of baked potatoes.
Before long they neared the Black Pit, where a busy swarm of Mangaboos, headed by their Princess, was engaged in piling up glass rocks before the entrance.
"We must be nearly as high as the six colored suns, by this time," said Dorothy.
They made no sounds at all, either in flying or trying to speak, and they conversed mainly by means of quick signals made with their wooden fingers or lips.
"Each of their arms is a wooden club," answered the little man, "and I'm sure the creatures mean mischief, by the looks of their eyes.
The Wizard was also most heartily welcomed by the straw man, who was an important personage in the Land of Oz.
So I intend to prove the kitten's innocence by a trick.
It was his business to take care of the sheep which belonged to a rich landholder by the Ettrick Water.
By some means, however, he learned to read; and after that he loved nothing so much as a good book.
These poems were read and admired by many people.
By the midpoint of the twentieth century, America's dreamers were preoccupied with the future—and not just any old future, but the great and glorious future that seemed inevitable.
Most people haven't even tried because we cannot reasonably imagine a way by which we can be rid of them.
I earn my living by it.
But it is the biggest, best store ever, where you can buy anything from anywhere, based on reviews by other buyers, at a discount, and have it gift wrapped, engraved, altered, drop-shipped, and probably delivered by tomorrow.
The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
One brief spring, musical with the song of robin and mocking-bird, one summer rich in fruit and roses, one autumn of gold and crimson sped by and left their gifts at the feet of an eager, delighted child.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
The milkers would let me keep my hands on the cows while they milked, and I often got well switched by the cow for my curiosity.
Belle, our dog, my other companion, was old and lazy and liked to sleep by the open fire rather than to romp with me.
Two or three times we stopped to rest under a tree by the wayside.
He has been received by the Emperor.
The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.
Pressed by the throng against the high backs of the chairs, the orators spoke one after another and sometimes two together.
By the Emperor's orders Bagration reported direct to him.
Don't you feel overwhelmed by it? she asked Alex.
He took Carmen by the hand and leaned close to her ear.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
The remaining vacation slipped by quickly and life returned to normal.
Really. By whom - and why?
The few signs I used became less and less adequate, and my failures to make myself understood were invariably followed by outbursts of passion.
One of the old men nearest to him looked round, but his attention was immediately diverted by an exclamation at the other side of the table.
It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
After that, I guess I was focused on just getting by.
He reached out and grasped her arm as she walked by.
By the time she finished bathing and dressing Destiny, Jonathan was in bed.
By the time she reached the chicken coop, her fit of temper was mellowing.
When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
By the time they finished erecting the oxygen tent over her bed, she had finally settled down.
By that time she was hungry and decided to make a deal with the night shift.
Mom used to say that children and dogs weren't fooled by people.
At the end of January, Princess gave birth to the first foal on the ranch that wasn't sired by Ed.
By the time she got back to the barn, little Adora was already scrambling to her feet.
The babies were healthy and by mid-August, they would have two new family members.
But then, she had started it by shoving the pillow under her blouse.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
Would there be a point at which she stopped being surprised by his family?
It was sweet and amusing by turns.
By the time they arrived at the hospital, the twins were being placed in incubators.
Not if you judge by the car and their clothes.
I thought you didn't judge people by their pocketbooks.
Better stop by and get Howard Spencer.
Then came the arrest, and with it the fear of being questioned by the police.
Connie took her by the arm.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
Occasionally Howard would ask her questions, but mostly he and Connie handled the plans by themselves.
Once someone from church came by to see if she needed help.
You must know that by now.
She was awakened later by the door bell.
Nothing could be gained by remaining still.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
By the time she reached the top of the hill, the muscles in her legs were aching.
Its course down the cliff was marked by the cracking of limbs.
No doubt he was ready to do exactly that by now.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
He paused, obviously struck by another thought.
The car would be replaced by the insurance that was meant to replace her parents' car.
If you'll just point the way, I'll be glad to go by myself.
By the time they reached the spot, the deer had vanished in the trees.
By the time he set her down safe and dry on the other side, her hands were going numb and her shoulders were aching.
Geez. Looks like it's been hit by a locomotive.
Lisa jerked her head around and glared at him, but his attention was fully absorbed by the destruction.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
She leaned against his chest for a moment, comforted by his sympathetic embrace.
By the time they reached the house, she was shivering and stiff.
By that time the Giddon family would have felt the need to feed her two more times.
By now, he had to be desperate to get rid of her.
Why don't you go take a warm shower and I'll have a hot meal ready by the time you're done.
Obviously he was annoyed by her caustic tone.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
By the time she reached the front room, Giddon had answered the door.
Lisa tugged her friend by the arm.
By the time I got it from the car, it was down to one bar.
Even now, the houses were farther apart; some separated by large fields.
Lisa closed the phone and listened as Giddon walked by.
At noon he would come in from a path in the woods, eat and then return by the same path.
And hadn't she been fooled by Allen?
By day, the mystery lurked in every look exchanged between Sarah and Giddon.
There was no such thing as a cheap painting by Andy Gordon.
Lisa stared at the floor, consumed by loneliness.
That night, for the first time in more than a week, she tossed and turned in the bed, her sleep interrupted by memories of her family.
By the time she had cleaned the house and finished the laundry, the day was getting hot and sticky.
"Exactly," Lisa answered crisply and brushed by him on her way to the house.
Her voice trailed off when he glanced up sharply, obviously stung by her words.
From now on, she would be sure she had her beach robe by the pool when she swam, just in case someone came by... especially Giddon.
After lunch, Giddon's offer to help Lisa with the dishes was met by a raised eyebrow from Sarah.
We can handle this job by ourselves.
Lisa drew further back into the brush as the car drove by.
Her face was hot and cold by turns.
She stared at her shoes, remembering their first kiss by the creek.
I guess a walk in the cool evening isn't worth the risk of being eaten up by beasts is it?
Dodging cobwebs by the dozens, she pushed on until deciding she had reached a point behind the building.
Her fall was brutally interrupted by a rock ledge about five feet down.
By tomorrow I'll be fine.
She stayed around the house, propping her foot up whenever she sat down, and by evening it was only a little sore.
By the next day she was ready to resume her normal activities, but Sarah insisted it was Saturday and she should take some time to enjoy herself.
She tried to slip by quietly, but he glanced up as she passed.
By the time you count the hills, hollows and turns, it's closer to ten.
She turned away, embarrassed by the rush of excitement the action had triggered.
Howard gave me the directions and I thought I'd stop by.
As she brushed by him on her way to her room to dress, she asked over her shoulder.
If she needed any reassurance about her appearance, it was immediately supplied by Yancey's reaction when she entered the family room.
Yancey put his glass down and stood, moving around the table to take her by the arm.
He was standing close and she was startled by a desire to be swept into his arms again.
She spoke quickly, hoping that desire could be covered up by a professional front.
By the way, happy birthday.
Yeah, because I probably won't even remember you by then.
Judging by his expression, he probably thought it was provocative.
For a moment she was shocked by his words.
Connie is taking me by to pick it up.
I'm not about to jeopardize my job by asking all kinds of questions.
I'll tell Howard to get everything together and you can drop by to pick it up next week.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
If Yancey had noticed her earlier or was troubled by it, he gave no indication.
He walked by her stiffly and heading down the hall.
Maybe so, but there have been many people attacked by bears - mostly black bears.
If he was, that made twice she had been attracted by a man who was doing something illegal.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
Apparently his mood had been inspired by the telephone call she made to Connie a few nights ago.
Escape was hampered by the fact that the window wouldn't open.
By the time he returned, she was waiting at her car.
She did feel betrayed by Howard, but not by Yancey.
It was either an original or an excellent copy, signed by Andy Gordon.
Didn't you see me when you walked by?
What she saw today was proof that she needed it close by.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
She walked by him to the car, mustering up a voice that approached normal.
By the time they got to her car, her palms were sweating.
She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked by him.
His temper was rising by the second.
The yellow skirt of her sundress was molded to the soft curves one side of her body by a breeze.
Lisa said that when she was choking, you stood by and did nothing.
By the time he got in his car and left, Lisa was recovering.
I can tell by the way he looks at you.
According to my mother, I should be married by now.
Where was the sweet, gentle Brandon who never seemed to be upset by anything?
Brandon would be horrified by any thought of a romantic involvement with me.
Following a long drive that consisted of little more than two ruts worn by vehicle tires, they came to the Marsh ranch.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
Obviously they thought she was upset by Michael's interest in another girl.
Of course, we can go by ourselves.
It's kind of small, but the rent isn't too bad, and it'll be available by then.
Still, by refusing to go up there with Brandon, she was standing between him and his parents.
Julia brushed by them in the hall.
Her vision was blurred by unshed tears.
Then she would be engulfed by another convulsive sob.
By the smug look on her face, we surmised the letter had to include the answers that were needed.
The job was probably filled by now, anyway.
He appeared unperturbed by her caustic question.
His eyes were captivating, by far the most attractive feature in his darkly handsome face.
She inclined her head to indicate the endless sand, broken only by an occasional yucca or chickweed.
Pete usually had a fire going by the time she was ready to fix breakfast.
She handed Bordeaux a plate full of flapjacks she had been keeping warm by the fire and poured some honey over the top.
Much as she enjoyed watching them eat crow for desert, she knew their shame would be forgotten by suppertime.
Thanks, but I did all this by myself until you came along.
Why should she care – and what did he have to gain by all this attention?
The hot day slowly drug by.
Naw, it was burned to a crisp by the time I uncovered it.
It was hard to look at his face without being fascinated by the color of his eyes.
She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.
By the time Bordeaux returned with the cut up snakes, she had lard sizzling in a large skillet.
By dawn she was awake again - ready to get started.
But instead of helping her into the wagon in the same gentlemanly manner, he grabbed her by the collar and waistband and dumped her in the front of the wagon.
Cassie glanced up at him as he moved by her, but he paid her no mind.
Feeling a little hurt by his apparent disinterest, she picked up her plate and started cleaning up the camp.
She was confused and a little annoyed by a growing desire for a more serious relationship.
I've got a small place down by Brownsville.
It gets lonely out there all by myself.
The only way he could have known was by asking Mrs. Hertz.
By the time she reached the wagon, the desert was bathed in moonlight.
"Don't you come near me," she said, horrified when the words were torn by a sob.
The single word spoken by Davis held a tone that silenced Royce like a slap to the mouth.
I'm flattered by your offer, but I can't leave the twins.
She knew by the way he rode that it was Bordeaux.
Hours later, baked by the sun and choked with dust, Pete finally called a halt for the day.
Her rifle was leaning against the wagon, within easy reach, and her whip hung near by.
By then the mules will be rested.
By the time the wagons were fully engulfed in flames, they had traveled far enough to be out of the firelight.
The Indians must know they had abandoned the wagons, and their tracks would be illuminated by the firelight.
By dawn they had left the wagons far behind.
The morning was getting hot by the time they managed to water the mules and fill their canteens.
Baked by day and frozen by night.
She felt suddenly overwhelmed by loneliness.
Could she make it across the lava field by herself?
Maybe Pete and the guys had reached Ashley by now and a rescue mission was already under way to get them.
A few minutes later another horse came by, its hooves clattering loudly above them.
We'll know by tomorrow night.
In any case, Mom had known Dad since they were kids, but his desertion caught her by surprise.
Once again she was struck by the unusual blue of his eyes.
She slid down the rock and joined them, casting a sour look at Bordeaux as she brushed by him.
Don't insult them by refusing their hospitality.
She brushed by him.
By the time we were finished it was dark and the sand was blowing so bad we might have got lost, so we stayed in the cave until it let up.
Don't you know that by now?
Judging by the conversation she had overheard yesterday between Darcie and Bordeaux, the woman had lived through quite an experience of her own.
Surprisingly, Darcie was good company, which helped the trip go by faster.
By the time the stage arrived, she was packed, but not ready for the trip.
Carmen tried to shut them out by thinking about something else, but her mind kept going back to the same thing.
The stage came to a halt in front of the station, and people drifted by, satisfying their curiosity about its occupants.
She came back by herself.
I came by myself – to get the twins.
He reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up into his lap.
We were captured by the Comanche and sold to the Apache.
I expect she cooled down after a while, but by that time he was long gone.
She could set her clock by his arrival - eight o'clock every Friday night - in a blue plaid western shirt and battered black cowboy hat.
On the positive side, at that rate their conversation should be over by five minutes after nine.
How could I enjoy myself knowing he was being tended to and surrounded by strangers?
Apparently he spent a lot of time on the back of a horse, riding his range in all kinds of weather - a fact that prompted more than one comment by townsfolk that he had wasted a good college education.
By the time Cade arrived in the kitchen she had biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs ready.
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
"The Lonely Hills", by Elizabeth Cade.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
There again, it's hard to say whether they die from natural causes or attacks by predators.
So you're saying the wolves improve your herd by culling out the weakest animals?
Of course, it would be more profitable for the ranch if I culled those animals by taking them to the slaughter house.
I guess I'm judging you by what I'd be doing in your shoes.
I can tell by the color in your cheeks.
She stared at him, shocked by his bitter tone.
Let's go by and take a look at your truck while we're in town.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
By noon she had the pictures and mirrors on the walls and was hanging the curtains when Cade came in.
She wrinkled her nose at him as she brushed by and he tugged playfully at her hair.
Down by the pond, frogs were singing their night songs and the sky was filled with bright stars.
The smile was replaced by a surge of color as he jerked the barn door open.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
And I insulted you by being such a brute.
It was ridiculous - sending him into town after such personal items when she was perfectly capable of going by herself.
Cade probably wouldn't be the least bit intimidated by the task, though.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, tiny flecks of light were dancing across her vision.
By the time she brought lunch and a blanket down, he had a large area cleared under the cottonwood tree.
One by one he tossed the rocks into the pond.
But no words came from her mouth as she lay there, mesmerized by his ardent expression.
The fire flickered feebly, its passion curbed by time as well.
She stared at the fire, shocked by the enormity of what she had done.
Was she blinded by love now, or had she merely been unobservant before?
Their friendship had been destroyed by one night of passion.
We could stop by and pick her up.
Why don't you go in by yourself?
She avoided his eyes by examining the contents of the refrigerator.
She gazed up at him, completely disarmed by his smile, and yet somehow proud that she had been the one to put it there.
She hesitated, intimidated by his obvious displeasure.
I'd travel so far and then I would be stopped by a gully or a creek.
You have to tie the bales by hand, though.
I thought you might have thawed out a little by now.
Because he doesn't want to get married and I'm not going to force him into it by making him feel guilty.
In a state of deep depression, she stopped by the social services office on the way home and picked up some literature and a form.
He shook his head, obviously still distraught by the mere thought of it.
I stopped by to see her on my way to the store.
By the time Claudette showed up, I knew for sure.
We'll hear him the same as when he's in here, but he won't be disturbed by us when we talk.
Betsy Morganthaw, my fiancée, was employed by a public relations firm at a wage half again as much as her future husband.
We were directed by a friendly voice on our GPS, a previously unused present from my retired parents.
"Where do they live?" she asked as we rolled up and down low hills by bucolic pastures.
She led us into a large room, dominated by a pot belly stove.
Large windows framed a picturesque pond, boarded by tall pines.
I try to resurrect my first impression of Howard Abbott not colored by Quinn's negative appraisal.
Wasted years caused by one silly mistake.
I was pleased by his candor.
We were both soaked by the time we reached him.
Quinn grew more annoyed by the minute.
Maybe it was the near-inaudible buzz or the rain on the roof, or my imagination, by I actually napped, for about twenty minutes.
Quinn demurred, saying he knew his settings by memory and remained downstairs with Martha.
I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
We asked about buildings; there were none, only corn in the four fields separated by the cross roads.
It's going to be late by the time he finishes.
Think of the possibilities if by the remote chance Howie is envisioning the past!
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
No one suggested evening games and by the time the dishes were cleared, everyone was fidgety and ready to proceed but Quinn remained in his lab.
Besides, I think I was on the pill by then.
Betsy wants to leave by seven tomorrow morning so we won't get back too late.
We breakfasted and were on the road by the agreed time.
We motored by moderately maintained modest houses and empty spaces before turning onto the main street.
"I thought bees were attracted to flowers by sight and smell," I said.
Our internal electrical system works by using cells that have built up electrical gradient or energy that can be given off to other cells by direct transfer.
Could the fact that Howie's brain waves are somehow different after his lengthy coma and all the operations he endured be effected by what you were doing?
Neighbors are quite close by.
The women once again remained close by.
Howie visited a suburban home in Orange County, Indiana and pegged the date by an open newspaper.
Once again, we abided by his wishes, albeit reluctantly.
We agreed the tests were finished for the day but mellowed by wine; we spent two more evening hours summarizing our findings.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
There is one set of numbers he changes for the time and he can set the location somehow by longitude and latitude.
We were all fidgety and talked out by the time we returned to Peabody.
By the time the tape stopped both Martha and Betsy were in tears.
A police car raced by with its siren screaming.
She increased our supply by five dollars' worth, just in case.
At the time, we felt so infallible in our rightness we grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns exposing ourselves to a wealth of trouble.
Martha cried and laughed and hugged each of us, one by one.
Martha, I couldn't fall asleep until you sat by my side and whispered.
I sensed he'd been chastised to silence by his wife.
Howie had difficulty locating the apartment and nothing untoward occurred before he was awoken by the sound of a horn, seventeen minutes later.
By the time we reached our apartment, both of us were exhausted wrecks.
I calmed Martha down and both Betsy and I spoke to all three of them, one by one.
Then Howie asked if we'd try to run a session this weekend, long distance, by phone.
By Sunday, tempers had subsided and five sessions were attempted.
He had already returned by the time Martha called a national tip line.
And recognize we have a life, even if it's only by necessity; the bills keep coming and I get hungry once in a while.
We would restrict our altruistic activity to weekends and possibly an evening or two a week by phone, if it worked.
Yet in reality, five individuals, some joined by love, some nearly strangers and others with a history, that might surface and run amuck.
He named a figure that surprised us by being far less than we'd guessed.
"That's not much more than enough for you to get by," Quinn said.
My rehab wasn't fully covered by insurance and most of the money is in an annuity I draw each month.
Martha was unable to get by her natural compassion of the moment and look at a long term goal.
Finally, sitting by the statue in Duffy Square, I made the phone call.
I put out the light by the bed.
We had two runaways in a row followed by a location Howie couldn't find and a wake-up interruption from outside noise.
Sunday began with a lost boy who we located in a local forest but was found by the time we called in the tip.
We were picked up by Martha and arrived just as Quinn and who'd ferried Howie pulled in behind us.
We're a house of cards in a windstorm, held together by God knows what.
Her parents, next door at a neighborhood barbeque, were startled by a gun shot.
By the time they reached their daughter she was dead, with no one in sight.
He was often woken from the crime scene by honking horns or outside noises.
Eric was a seven year old who was abducted by a couple and held for ransom.
The list of his honors and achievements were exceeded only by his philanthropic connections and contributions.
"Mr. Brennan asked me call you," I said by way of introduction.
I'm as curious by nature as the next person, probably even more so, but to answer your question; no.
While Howie was joyous that the kidnapper might be apprehended, he remained shaken by having watched the abduction.
Frankly, I was shocked by Quinn's comments.
Ethel Reagan, the writer, noted the tips were telephoned from various locations across the country and provided by both men and women.
Each of us nervously cut ties with our past by giving notice, making moving plans and advising our few friends and relatives.
Howie surprised us all by buying a fairly large home north west of town on the Old Walpole Road.
Mortgages for all of us were quickly processed through a private bank owned by one of Merrill Cooms' entities.
Our company name was modestly displayed by the front door for all to see.
Of these, eleven were abductors of children and garnered special attention by the FBI.
If they rushed in, a good defense attorney was rewarded by having a great day in court.
Her killer was pulled over the next day by an observant trooper shortly after dumping the young girl's body.
While saddened by Jennie Lohr's death, we were elated with the capture of her abductor.
The room contained a built in recording system, activated by a switch.
Not only were we rewarded by the success of Howie's activities but our new personal situations were blissful.
I heard there was a reward posted by a bank.
While Howie hadn't viewed the show, he was incensed at the man's attitude as described by Martha.
"I want to stop him before he screws up a real missing person case by sending the police off on a snipe hunt," he snarled.
Everything was prepaid by credit card.
The room was occupied, but not by Jude Bryce.
What about sessions totally conducted by phone?
He surprised me in a later conversation by mentioning he was taking steps to remedy the problem.
By the way, your competition met his maker.
No details yet, Before I could answer, I was interrupted by a scream from my wife that sent chills down my spine.
Just before Howie was ready to give up, he was startled by a figure he'd not heard enter the house!
Who's afraid of this Psychic Tipster except a killer who knows what was tipped couldn't be learned by normal means?
He'll know he wasn't identified by any normal means but he won't have a clue how you do it or what capabilities you possess.
If our privacy was assaulted by some mistake we made, at least we could start over.
While Howie stood shyly by the door, she boldly stepped forward and introduced herself.
We introduced ourselves one by one, each adding a brief history.
In his absence, Julie surprised us once more by thanking us for referring Howie to a psychiatrist.
By the way, he thinks the world of all of you guys.
Any further conversation was interrupted by Howie's return.
"It's not our call," Martha answered, though by her tone, I suspected she understood where I was coming from.
By the way, the good news is you might have just saved another life.
By the way, if you took my bet, you lost five bucks.
Would he surmise you're as limited by the dark as the rest of us earthlings?
Yes. He thinks the world of you, by the way.
The article was penned by our old Boston nemesis, Ethel Reagan.
Claire seemed pleased to be held by anyone, at least most of the time, but on occasion she'd let out a scream, loud enough to shake Howie from the past in spite of his near-soundproof basement room.
I sat her on a fallen log by side of the dirt track.
She hesitated, but saw I still held the knife by my side.
A few bold pigeons strolled by, looking for a handout but they waddled on down the path.
But Julie doesn't know you're sessions are by phone or what causes the terrible dreams, does she?
We were met by three inquisitive stares.
The conversation was innocuous and she wasn't identified by name.
The man was run down by a detective from After.
She was brutally murdered by the same man who killed young girls in Delaware, Alabama and several other states.
Why, I'd use a pay phone and one not too close by!
By the way; is the psychic a she or was that just bull shit?
I find it is funded by corporations, do-gooders, trust funds, individuals, and off shore ghost entities... unfortunately, too many names to pursue each and every one.
By mutual agreement, announced to Howie by our silence, no discussion about Julie took place unless initiated by Howie himself.
Even the trash-can liner newspaper that caused us to be hunted down by reward-sniffing hounds has backed off, terminating their contest.
By mutual agreement with both Daniel Brennan and Merrill Cooms, our conversations are reduced to an occasional call, for security sake.
While Martha and Betsy, buoyed by our recent success, were eager to tackle the case, Quinn, not surprisingly, and yours truly to a lesser extent, were hesitant.
The police detective helped us by perjuring himself.
Howie, according to his morning coffee verbal sermons was enthralled with his property, especially his inherited garden, started by the previous tenant and lovingly cared for by him.
Frost, not uncommon in New Hampshire as late as June, was considered by Howie a villain to reckon with.
The child was shy, but seemed excited in a subdued way by the new surroundings.
Martha, free to indulge, surprised me by drinking more than her share, an uncommon practice on her part.
Back and forth smiles were exchanged and there was an instance of a quiet remark, followed by knowing smiles.
The gorilla in the room was finally introduced by Molly.
Aldo is a big man and couldn't fit through the portal and by the time he went around to the door, the trespasser was gone.
I was awoken by the gunshot and both of us drove the roads around the perimeter of the property but neither heard nor saw his vehicle.
I listened until the silence below was interrupted by conversation and called loudly for the others to come up.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
We could tell by his reaction the news wasn't good.
Howie stammered through his side of the conversation, terminating it by saying he'd call back.
Betsy and I had discussed my contacting After as suggested by Dan Brennan.
I ran it by Quinn and Martha, both of whom kicked the decision back to me.
Brenda Washington who handled tip line calls in Omaha was murdered by this person.
We've been asked a number of times, by the press and everyone else if we're an adjunct to the tipster person.
I compromised by telling Betsy over lunch.
Betsy, it's not over by a long shot.
Betsy didn't answer but she seemed at least partially placated by what was, at best, a half-truth.
"Let's continue to play it by ear," I responded.
He always asked Betsy what cases he was missing by his absence.
Howie would toss in towel once he learned he'd been deceived by this woman, his first love.
She knew my feelings by the look on my face.
It was after midnight by the time I returned home.
I turned on the light, calmed her down and slowly explained step by step what Julie had told me.
I wasn't surprised by my wife's quick reaction.
Do you seriously think you're doing Howie a favor by lying to him and letting him marry her after what she's done?
I was startled by my wife's naked fear.
You can bet by now, he's dumped them.
I questioned the newspaper woman in Boston, by telephone, in hopes of enticing her to meet with me under the guise of my writing a magazine article.
She would drop by shortly to pick up her boarding pass for her flight to the golden west.
It was past lunch time so the three of us dropped by The Main Street Café for a late lunch.
Martha could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
I could tell by her terse response Molly was nearby.
The drape parted, followed by shuffled footsteps, and Martha opened the door.
Bethlehem! and he's forbidden by.
She remained by the bed, tears seeping down her cheeks.
The LeBlanc house was by far the largest of our group, with four bedrooms, one designed as the nursery.
My sleepy greeting was met by a shout.
I don't want to place anyone in harm's way by holding back information but Julie is part of this nightmare and I want to keep peace if possible.
I was transferred to Frank Vasapolli by the After switchboard.
These latest grabs started up last fall so I'm looking at prison releases of sex offenders and going over them one by one.
By the way, someone tried to break into my apartment last night.
Betsy, Martha and Molly came by with Claire just before lunch.
"I have to run by the house for more diapers," she said as I waved her away before resuming my call.
Baby Claire helped too, by taking her turn by demanding attention while I spent the time worrying about how I could protect the nest of fragile souls under my care.
Now I would muddy the waters even more by contacting Daniel Brennan, another fact I planned to withhold from all but my wife.
It's all a little scary but I helped by getting Howie to go to sleep.
We were startled by the ring of my cell phone.
It was some local peeping Tom by the sound of it.
A motor home passed by, with California plates, only the open road of the entire country ahead of them.
It was a community where I could see Betsy and me raising children and watching grandchildren while four distinct seasons rolled slowly by, marking the years one by one.
When I heard his voice, my heart jumped, not knowing if he'd been told by Martha of Julie's earlier treachery.
Look, just tell the gathering how painful it is to have missed all those good times by not remembering this lovely woman everyone says is such a saint.
I was dragged to my feet from behind by my captor as police burst through the door and the room ignited with the blinding glow of several flash lights.
Beside the nurse who was busy collecting equipment, there was a man in a suit standing by the door.
He needed a suit for the funeral so I came by to pick it up for him.
It was difficult to remember step by step but I didn't want to get it wrong.
It was apparent by the look on Jackson's face.
I was discharged before noon and driven home by my wife.
"So Howie doesn't know you were attacked and both Bryce brothers are dead," she said as a statement, followed by a sigh.
The home is in town with neighbors close by but the high wooden fence in the back yard allows privacy sufficient to cover my night time visit.
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