I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
But I thought when people got married...
When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
Lisa got up every morning and fixed breakfast.
I just got a call from the doctor.
"Now that's right!" said the one behind joyfully, when he had got into step.
Pierre got up and, having told them to harness and overtake him, went on foot through the town.
Ours must have got the best of it.
This is a nice scrape you've got me into, isn't it?
He got Petya transferred from Obolenski's regiment to Bezukhov's, which was in training near Moscow.
Destiny got well and came home.
That would change when they got home.
It almost got us that time, Dorothy.
"I hopped things would be different when we got back home - that we would stop all this bickering," he said crisply.
I got up, and dressed quickly and ran downstairs.
All four, like a flock of scared birds, got up and left the room.
Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.
So you wondered how he got that much money.
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
But I felt it for you before we got married.
When they got married, there were no children to consider - not even the likelihood.
We've got 'em on the run now, sure enough.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag.
Instead of improving, Destiny got steadily worse.
By the time she got back to the barn, little Adora was already scrambling to her feet.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
After the second day's march Pierre, having examined his feet by the campfire, thought it would be impossible to walk on them; but when everybody got up he went along, limping, and, when he had warmed up, walked without feeling the pain, though at night his feet were more terrible to look at than before.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Finally Belle got up, shook herself, and was about to walk away, when Helen caught her by the neck and forced her to lie down again.
And Dunyasha, with clenched teeth, without replying but with an aggrieved look on her face, hastily got into the coach to rearrange the seat.
Perhaps you never got that letter.
Natasha got up and looked out of the window.
They could discuss it privately when they got home.
He noticed that when he bred a tall one with a short one, sometimes he got tall offspring and sometimes a short offspring.
During World War II, when General Patton got sacked for slapping a soldier whom he regarded as cowardly, the Germans couldn't believe it: Their officers could have soldiers shot without trial!
It used to be that if you conquered another nation, your soldiers became looters and the military got to haul off everything of value in the country.
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.
In the pleasure of doing this, I did not stop to look at my own gifts; but when I was ready for them, my impatience for the real Christmas to begin almost got beyond control.
I had to feel for the rails with my toe; but I was not afraid, and got on very well, until all at once there came a faint "puff, puff" from the distance.
My tutor had plenty of time to explain what I did not understand, so I got on faster and did better work than I ever did in school.
When we got to Jersey City at six o'clock Friday evening we were obliged to cross the Harlem River in a ferry-boat.
He has found out that doors have locks, and that little sticks and bits of paper can be got into the key-hole quite easily; but he does not seem very eager to get them out after they are in.
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
Somehow I had expected to see a pale, delicate child--I suppose I got the idea from Dr. Howe's description of Laura Bridgman when she came to the Institution.
I shook my head and tried to form the letters with her fingers; but she got more and more angry.
I went downstairs and got some cake (she is very fond of sweets).
She kept this up for half an hour, then she got up to see what I was doing.
Last night when I got in bed, she stole into my arms of her own accord and kissed me for the first time, and I thought my heart would burst, so full was it of joy.
When the sun got round to the window where she was sitting with her book, she got up impatiently and shut the window.
We had Helen's picture taken with a fuzzy, red-eyed little poodle, who got himself into my lady's good graces by tricks and cunning devices known only to dogs with an instinct for getting what they want.
There are several near Tuscumbia; one very large one from which the town got its name.
In the meantime Mildred had got the letter and crept away with it.
Then she got up and stood very still, as if listening with her feet for Mildred's "thump, thump."
Of course, she hung her stocking--two of them lest Santa Claus should forget one, and she lay awake for a long time and got up two or three times to see if anything had happened.
I suppose you got Helen's letter.
I got up, washed my face and hands, combed my hair, picked three dew violets for Teacher and ate my breakfast.
Finally she got up from the table and went through the motion of picking seaweed and shells, and splashing in the water, holding up her skirts higher than was proper under the circumstances.
She got in the ground, and she is very dirty, and she is cold.
I got the milk to show her that she had used the correct word; but I did not let her drink it until she had, with my assistance, made a complete sentence, as "Give Helen some milk to drink."
I think my mother got me from heaven, but I do not know where that place is.
She got the language from the language itself, and this is, next to hearing the language spoken, the way for any one to get a foreign tongue, more vital and, in the end, easier than our schoolroom method of beginning with the grammar.
She got every word, for the President's speech is notably distinct.
The beautiful, warm air was peculiarly fragrant, and I noticed it got cooler and fresher as we went on.
You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent.
With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer but the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him.
When you have got my ornaments ready, I will wear them.
I got out several cords of stumps in plowing, which supplied me with fuel for a long time, and left small circles of virgin mould, easily distinguishable through the summer by the greater luxuriance of the beans there.
I got twelve bushels of beans, and eighteen bushels of potatoes, beside some peas and sweet corn.
I think that the man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him.
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms--the refusal was all I wanted--but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only.
I got up early and bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best things which I did.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
He had got to find him out as you did.
I asked him once, when I had not seen him for many months, if he had got a new idea this summer.
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
I require of a visitor that he be not actually starving, though he may have the very best appetite in the world, however he got it.
They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.
And when the sound died quite away, and the hum had ceased, and the most favorable breezes told no tale, I knew that they had got the last drone of them all safely into the Middlesex hive, and that now their minds were bent on the honey with which it was smeared.
These take place only in communities where some have got more than is sufficient while others have not enough.
In the spring of '49 I talked with the man who lives nearest the pond in Sudbury, who told me that it was he who got out this tree ten or fifteen years before.
Commonly they did not think that they were lucky, or well paid for their time, unless they got a long string of fish, though they had the opportunity of seeing the pond all the while.
Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly.
They grew also behind my house, and one large tree, which almost overshadowed it, was, when in flower, a bouquet which scented the whole neighborhood, but the squirrels and the jays got most of its fruit; the last coming in flocks early in the morning and picking the nuts out of the burs before they fell, I relinquished these trees to them and visited the more distant woods composed wholly of chestnut.
Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.
I might have got good limestone within a mile or two and burned it myself, if I had cared to do so.
I had an old axe which nobody claimed, with which by spells in winter days, on the sunny side of the house, I played about the stumps which I had got out of my bean-field.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last.
Oh, he got worms out of rotten logs since the ground froze, and so he caught them.
I fathomed it easily with a cod-line and a stone weighing about a pound and a half, and could tell accurately when the stone left the bottom, by having to pull so much harder before the water got underneath to help me.
But such was not the effect on Walden that year, for she had soon got a thick new garment to take the place of the old.
But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander, and when they had got into rank circled about over my head, twenty-nine of them, and then steered straight to Canada, with a regular honk from the leader at intervals, trusting to break their fast in muddier pools.
Beside this I got a rare mess of golden and silver and bright cupreous fishes, which looked like a string of jewels.
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
"So it has," answered the latter, "but you have not got half way to it yet."
They talked to me of the age of the wine and the fame of the vintage; but I thought of an older, a newer, and purer wine, of a more glorious vintage, which they had not got, and could not buy.
"How is it," she began, as usual in French, settling down briskly and fussily in the easy chair, "how is it Annette never got married?
The guests got up and took their leave, promising to return to dinner.
We've got to it at last--why did you not tell me about it sooner?
In the midst of the service the voices of the priests suddenly ceased, they whispered to one another, and the old servant who was holding the count's hand got up and said something to the ladies.
"Wants to turn on the other side," whispered the servant, and got up to turn the count's heavy body toward the wall.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
Mary, you have got thinner?...
He has got splendid soldiers.
The old man got up and gave the letter to his son.
Whom have you got there dressed up as a Hungarian? said the commander with an austere gibe.
Have you got it, Denisov?
Everyone got up and began watching the movements of our troops below, as plainly visible as if but a stone's throw away, and the movements of the approaching enemy farther off.
I did, 'pon my word, I got that frightened! said he, as if bragging of having been frightened.
"Ah, Wostov," he cried noticing the cadet's bright face, "you've got it at last."
The French had time to fire three rounds of grapeshot before the hussars got back to their horses.
"Well, I have got all I need into packs for two horses," said Nesvitski.
They got into the carriage and drove for a few minutes in silence.
The nearer they got to the hollow the less they could see but the more they felt the nearness of the actual battlefield.
"Can something bad have happened to me?" he wondered as he got up: and at that moment he felt that something superfluous was hanging on his benumbed left arm.
He was merely a man of the world who had got on and to whom getting on had become a habit.
When he got home he could not sleep for a long time for thinking of what had happened.
"Well, and so he never got farther than: 'Sergey Kuzmich'?" asked one of the ladies.
I got him his appointment in the service, said the prince disdainfully.
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
"Is it for visitors you've got yourself up like that, eh?" said he.
They all separated, but, except Anatole who fell asleep as soon as he got into bed, all kept awake a long time that night.
He asked him to tell them how and where he got his wound.
The officers got up and stood round the Cossacks and their prisoner.
And Rostov got up and went wandering among the campfires, dreaming of what happiness it would be to die--not in saving the Emperor's life (he did not even dare to dream of that), but simply to die before his eyes.
He is a man in a gray overcoat, very anxious that I should call him 'Your Majesty,' but who, to his chagrin, got no title from me!
As soon as an Austrian officer showed himself near a commanding officer's quarters, the regiment began to move: the soldiers ran from the fires, thrust their pipes into their boots, their bags into the carts, got their muskets ready, and formed rank.
We were ordered to be at the place before nine, but we haven't got halfway.
Having by a great effort got away to the left from that flood of men, Kutuzov, with his suite diminished by more than half, rode toward a sound of artillery fire near by.
Rostov got out of their way, involuntarily noticed that one of them was bleeding, and galloped on.
Rostov kept asking everyone he could stop, but got no answer from anyone.
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
Prince Andrew got up, went to the door, and tried to open it.
Bezukhov got off scotfree, while Fedya had to bear the whole burden on his shoulders.
He got up without saying a word and went downstairs to his own room.
And a bed got ready, and tea? asked his valet.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
Prince Andrew got up and went on tiptoe up to the little bed, wineglass in hand.
In the evening Andrew and Pierre got into the open carriage and drove to Bald Hills.
She got up and, almost crying, began to arrange her wallet.
"Who's that?" asked the old prince, noticing Pierre as he got out of the carriage.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
Having got warm in his corner, he fell asleep and did not leave the hut till toward evening.
In answer to Rostov's renewed questions, Denisov said, laughing, that he thought he remembered that some other fellow had got mixed up in it, but that it was all nonsense and rubbish, and he did not in the least fear any kind of trial, and that if those scoundrels dared attack him he would give them an answer that they would not easily forget.
Have you got it, Makeev?
He got up and went to the window to open it.
After that journey to Ryazan he found the country dull; his former pursuits no longer interested him, and often when sitting alone in his study he got up, went to the mirror, and gazed a long time at his own face.
Got up at eight, read the Scriptures, then went to my duties.
I got up late.
And patting Berg on the shoulder he got up, wishing to end the conversation.
She had got up at eight that morning and had been in a fever of excitement and activity all day.
At a quarter past ten they at last got into their carriages and started.
Hardly had he got rid of his hat before he ran into Prince Andrew's room with a preoccupied air and at once began talking.
Having sat some time at table, Speranski corked a bottle of wine and, remarking, "Nowadays good wine rides in a carriage and pair," passed it to the servant and got up.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
After six rubbers the general got up, saying that it was no use playing like that, and Pierre was released.
I only got back last night," he said glancing at Natasha; "I want to have a talk with you, Countess," he added after a moment's pause.
But you know, my dear boy, it's a pity you got excited!
Milka, a black-spotted, broad-haunched bitch with prominent black eyes, got up on seeing her master, stretched her hind legs, lay down like a hare, and then suddenly jumped up and licked him right on his nose and mustache.
The thin, hollow-cheeked Chekmar, having got everything ready, kept glancing at his master with whom he had lived on the best of terms for thirty years, and understanding the mood he was in expected a pleasant chat.
Karay finished scratching his hindquarters and, cocking his ears, got up with quivering tail from which tufts of matted hair hung down.
The huntsmen got the fox, but stayed there a long time without strapping it to the saddle.
See, she's got a little hunting horn!
I have got him a good balalayka.
Natasha and Nicholas got into the other.
Natasha sat down, listened to their talk with a serious and thoughtful air, and then got up again.
None of them, not even the middle-aged Dimmler, wanted to break off their conversation and quit that corner in the sitting room, but Natasha got up and Nicholas sat down at the clavichord.
Natasha was foremost in setting a merry holiday tone, which, passing from one to another, grew stronger and reached its climax when they all came out into the frost and got into the sleighs, talking, calling to one another, laughing, and shouting.
With Sonya's help and the maid's, Natasha got the glass she held into the right position opposite the other; her face assumed a serious expression and she sat silent.
Sonya sat down before the glasses, got the right position, and began looking.
Natasha began, and without replying to Sonya's words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.
When they got home she turned everybody out of the room except Natasha, and then called her pet to her armchair.
The count got out helped by the footmen, and, passing among men and women who were entering and the program sellers, they all three went along the corridor to the first row of boxes.
When he got there he leaned on his elbows and, smiling, talked to her for a long time.
Pierre received him unwillingly at first, but got used to him after a while, sometimes even accompanied him on his carousals, and gave him money under the guise of loans.
There was a special reason for this, as he had got married two years before--a fact known only to his most intimate friends.
Everyone got up and began to move about and talk, dressmakers came again.
When they got home Natasha was the first to begin the explanation Sonya expected.
Who found the priest and got the passport?
Anatole and Dolokhov got in with him.
All that night she did not sleep or weep and did not speak to Sonya who got up and went to her several times.
Pierre too when she had gone almost ran into the anteroom, restraining tears of tenderness and joy that choked him, and without finding the sleeves of his fur cloak threw it on and got into his sleigh.
The colonel and some of his men got across and with difficulty clambered out on the further bank.
Armfeldt says our army is cut in half, and Paulucci says we have got the French army between two fires; Michaud says that the worthlessness of the Drissa camp lies in having the river behind it, and Pfuel says that is what constitutes its strength; Toll proposes one plan, Armfeldt another, and they are all good and all bad, and the advantages of any suggestions can be seen only at the moment of trial.
The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box for a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
So he wrote Le russe Besuhof and adding up the numbers got 671.
"Well, mon cher, have you got the manifesto?" asked the old count.
"Yes, I've got it," said Pierre.
Petya stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words, "when our Fatherland is in danger."
A tradesman's wife was showing a rent in her shawl and telling how much the shawl had cost; another was saying that all silk goods had now got dear.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
So tell them that I shall await a reply till the tenth, and if by the tenth I don't receive news that they have all got away I shall have to throw up everything and come myself to Bald Hills.
Heaven only knows who arranged all this and when, but it all got done as if of its own accord.
Dron got up and was about to say something, but Alpatych interrupted him.
Without saying anything of this to the princess, Alpatych had his own belongings taken out of the carts which had arrived from Bald Hills and had those horses got ready for the princess' carriages.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
On his way home from Vorontsovo, as he was passing the Bolotnoe Place Pierre, seeing a large crowd round the Lobnoe Place, stopped and got out of his trap.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
Pierre got out and talked to the doctor, explaining his intention of taking part in a battle.
But a militiaman got there before him.
"How have you got here?" he said, and galloped on.
On the Poklonny Hill, four miles from the Dorogomilov gate of Moscow, Kutuzov got out of his carriage and sat down on a bench by the roadside.
Wishing to speak and to attract their attention, he got up, but at that moment his legs grew cold and bare.
And the old servant got down from the box and went up to the cart.
He got up from his chair and went to the door.
At that moment the first smith got up and, scratching his bruised face to make it bleed, shouted in a tearful voice: Police!
Do you expect me to give you two battalions--which we have not got--for a convoy?
Your excellency, they say they have got ready, according to your orders, to go against the French, and they shouted something about treachery.
Just when Pierre snatched at and struck up the pistol Makar Alexeevich at last got his fingers on the trigger, there was a deafening report, and all were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
Here is one I got at Wagram" (he touched his side) "and a second at Smolensk"--he showed a scar on his cheek--"and this leg which as you see does not want to march, I got that on the seventh at the great battle of la Moskowa.
The next morning they woke late and were again delayed so often that they only got as far as Great Mytishchi.
I have not got one.
Having run through different yards and side streets, Pierre got back with his little burden to the Gruzinski garden at the corner of the Povarskoy.
When they got him to the post he grew quiet, as if he suddenly understood something.
Without understanding what was said to him, Pierre got up and went with the soldiers.
Now you've curled up and got warm, you daughter of a bitch! said Karataev, touching the dog that lay at his feet, and again turning over he fell asleep immediately.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
Only when the army had got there, as the result of innumerable and varying forces, did people begin to assure themselves that they had desired this movement and long ago foreseen its result.
Only Count Orlov-Denisov with his Cossacks (the least important detachment of all) got to his appointed place at the right time.
Meantime, according to the dispositions which said that "the First Column will march" and so on, the infantry of the belated columns, commanded by Bennigsen and directed by Toll, had started in due order and, as always happens, had got somewhere, but not to their appointed places.
And they did indeed get somewhere, though not to their right places; a few eventually even got to their right place, but too late to be of any use and only in time to be fired at.
The battle of Tarutino obviously did not attain the aim Toll had in view--to lead the troops into action in the order prescribed by the dispositions; nor that which Count Orlov-Denisov may have had in view-- to take Murat prisoner; nor the result of immediately destroying the whole corps, which Bennigsen and others may have had in view; nor the aim of the officer who wished to go into action to distinguish himself; nor that of the Cossack who wanted more booty than he got, and so on.
A man got up and came to see what this queer big fellow was laughing at all by himself.
Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.
Dolokhov got up and called to the soldier who was holding their horses.
Likhachev got up, rummaged in his pack, and soon Petya heard the warlike sound of steel on whetstone.
At their yesterday's halting place, feeling chilly by a dying campfire, Pierre had got up and gone to the next one, which was burning better.
At the Berezina they again became disorganized, many were drowned and many surrendered, but those who got across the river fled farther.
As soon as anyone entered she got up quickly, changed her position and expression, and picked up a book or some sewing, evidently waiting impatiently for the intruder to go.
I've got no strength left, he added, with sudden resolution turning to the sergeant major.
One of the men got up and went over to the Fifth Company.
She got up quickly just as Nicholas entered, almost ran to the door which was hidden by curtains, struck her head against it, and rushed from the room with a moan either of pain or sorrow.
At that moment of emotional tenderness young Nicholas' face, which resembled his father's, affected Pierre so much that when he had kissed the boy he got up quickly, took out his handkerchief, and went to the window.
She is a very admirable young woman and you always liked her, but now suddenly you have got some notion or other in your head.
He was as careful of the sowing and reaping of the peasants' hay and corn as of his own, and few landowners had their crops sown and harvested so early and so well, or got so good a return, as did Nicholas.
She got up and, walking on tiptoe with difficulty, went to the small sitting room.
Well, and what harm is there in that? and she rose (everybody else got up too) and with a severe expression sailed back to her table in the sitting room.
When I was driving here today, the nearer I got to the house the more anxious I grew.
When they all got up to go in to supper, little Nicholas Bolkonski went up to Pierre, pale and with shining, radiant eyes.
We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
I've got to go.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
"I've got to go wash my hands and shuck this coat," she said.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
That evening all the women got together to wrap gifts.
Even so, Alex wasn't back by the time she got out.
By the time they got back and dressed for supper, Destiny's eyelids were drooping.
But Mom got sick and died... and then Dad.
He'd been in a grumpy mood since he got up.
Hopefully he would be in a better mood after they got back home.
You've got that much right.
What part have I got wrong, Carmen?
One side of her wanted to press on until she got some answers.
Let him wonder what she would do when they got home.
There was nothing she could do about it until he got home, so she might as well not think about it.
Actually, what I said was that no one got to the point that they couldn't use more money.
Was that where his father got all that money?
He didn't care if she got cold.
For starters, I think I got derailed when you said your mother's name was Alexandrine.
When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.
They had nearly completed the room when Destiny got sick.
We've got some three foot drifts on the road out here.
A few minutes later they came in and got Destiny to take her for more x-rays.
He got a room at the hotel.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
I've got to get back to work.
"That was the doctor," he called as he got close enough to be heard.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
The rain got it started and then the edge of the cliff gave way.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
"We've got to come to the bottom some time," remarked Zeb, with a deep sigh.
In this quake a big crack opened and we fell through--horse and buggy, and all--and the stones got loose and came down with us.
Just then his eye fell upon the lanterns and the can of kerosene oil which Zeb had brought from the car of his balloon, and he got a clever idea from those commonplace things.
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
He got his satchel from the buggy and, opening it, took out two deadly looking revolvers that made the children shrink back in alarm just to look at.
After you went up in a balloon, and escaped us, I got back to Kansas by means of a pair of magical silver shoes.
"It's lucky we got here, though," said the boy; and Jim thought of the dark cave, and agreed with him.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
The two young men got down their bows and arrows, and all were busy making plans for the next day.
The boy got up at once, and sat behind the king.
When whale oil got scarce and went up in price, the market made cheap kerosene for lighting.
The Oracle at Delphi actually got it right.
Two hundred years later, William Rutherford thought he had calculated it to 208 digits but only got the first 152 correct, so we will give him credit that far.
In 1816, we got the stethoscope.
In the 1920s, we got a vaccine for diphtheria, pertussis, tuberculosis, and tetanus.
In the 1970s, we got MRIs, laser eye surgery, CT scans, and antiviral drugs.
The computers would then see that most people who got better bought their radishes in stores stocked from certain farms.
In the future, we'll not only know if that is so, but why: Perhaps mental agility is a result of their extensive exposure to a chemical in pencil lead and newsprint that they got by doing all those puzzles.
Over time, microscopes got better.
With each trade he got something he valued more than what he traded away; and presumably all the people he traded with along the way also increased their value with each trade.
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
Even though this allowed cotton prices to plummet and demand for cotton to increase, some of those fifty people got laid off, no doubt shaking their fists at the infernal gin as they stormed off the property.
The employer gained $9 an hour, Chang got a job, and no one is worse off.
When I was thirteen in 1981, I got a Commodore VIC-20 computer.
Fifteen years later, I got a computer with 4,000K (or 4MB) of memory, one thousand times the memory of my trusty VIC-20.
Fifteen years after that, I got the computer on which I currently am typing.
I remember that in 1993 I needed a big hard drive at work and got a 1GB drive.
The rich, of course, got very clever about where they earned and reported income.
It will be regarded as a dividend of the work of the one hundred prior generations that got the world to this point.
So these former farmers got jobs in factories, learned to repair equipment, solved problems, became line managers, suggested improvements to processes, and got paid for their effort.
And we got them all, more or less, by trade and the wealth generated by our work doing some function for which we are trained.
At one point, Tiger Woods got a dime for every box of Wheaties cereal with his photo on it, while the farmer was paid only a nickel for the wheat in that same box—and the farmer still made a profit.
Then he noticed when he bred tall pea plants with another tall plant, he occasionally got a short offspring, but usually tall ones.
Then Henry Ford came along, followed by a host of others, and cars got better and better while getting less and less expensive.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.
Later that evening when Simonides was at a banquet with Scopas, he got word that two young men were outside looking for him.
Think of how a few thousand years of human civilization got us to a certain amount of computational power.
Or how AT&T got broken up.
Or how IBM got flattened in the PC wars.
The next morning the sun rose bright and warm, and we got up quickly for our hearts were full of pleasant expectation....
I went back to the dining-room and got a napkin.
We got home last night.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
My accounts, which I can swear to have kept faithfully, I have, indeed, never got audited, still less accepted, still less paid and settled.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
He wished to say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.
Those three got hold of a bear somewhere, put it in a carriage, and set off with it to visit some actresses!
"Got it?" said Nicholas.
Alpatych, arriving from the devastated Bald Hills estate, sent for his Dron on the day of the prince's funeral and told him to have twelve horses got ready for the princess' carriages and eighteen carts for the things to be removed from Bogucharovo.
What is it you have got into your heads, eh?...
The soldier fell, got up, and ran away.
Alex got a relief when the conversation turned to something else and stayed there for the rest of the evening.
He got a room at the hotel.
Actually, I just got off my shift and thought I'd check in on her.
Maybe when she got back she could replace her old one.
At last she got up, gave me the mug, and led me out of the door to the pump-house.
I'll go to the police officer, and you tell them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got ready.
"I've got her purse over here," Connie said, holding up a shiny red purse.
The sun got up before she did the next morning.
"Well, boy, what have you got?" asked one of the robbers, as he pulled Otanes from his horse.