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One brow shot up.
No, this one is ours.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
Let's go do the chores one last time before we leave.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.Advertisement
That is the one thing I have faith in!
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
He raised one eyebrow.
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Zeb struck a match and lighted one of the lanterns.
One of the men is staying up with her.
One little boy chose "The Horse."
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
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A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
They loved one child as much as the other, but one child could never take the place of another.
Because you're the one who is concerned about my safety.
A few minutes later the television was on one of Tammy's shows.
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I'm sorry to have missed act one, but I promise a short intermission before I give act two a try.
There was only one way to find out... well, maybe two, but asking Sarah or Giddon was probably wasted effort.
At least they had one common interest.
Only one thing came to mind – a drug deal.
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Anyway she finally got so lonely and depressed that she locked herself in her room one day and shot herself.
That's when it first crossed my mind that you might be the one.
And all the time she thought she was the only one with the torrid thoughts.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
I'm here in one piece, sort of, and you've given me a clean slate to begin act two of my life.
No one had a rebuttal.
He was simply one of their children.
She was the one who had insisted on waiting until they were married.
One was an electric bill, but the other was addressed to Sharon Dobson, Brownsville, Texas.
She lit with one foot underneath her body, and the momentum of her fall threw her forward - over the ledge.
She had no idea what made him angry one minute and jovial the next.
They had cake and ice cream and talked for nearly an hour about one thing and another.
After all, he was the one who insisted that his mother was her boss.
Or was Brandon the one with the problem?
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
I thought he could stay in one of the rooms upstairs at night – if you don't mind.
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
I'd assume no one would believe me and I'd be at a loss to prove what I saw.
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
No one will believe a psychic is calling the shots.
You've got a baby up there asleep and you're alone in the house, tying one on.
These spires were like great spear-points, and if they tumbled upon one of them they were likely to suffer serious injury.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one of the creatures remained.
In 2010, people were uploading one hundred million photos on Facebook every single day.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
There was only one thing that she was sure of, and that was the fact that she had an overactive imagination.
Giddon paid no attention to the three at the pool, patting Diablo's nose and talking softly to him as if no one was around.
Only one reason came to mind - because it wasn't dangerous.
He dismounted in one graceful movement and started unsaddling Diablo.
First I'd have to find a man before I could find a new one.
A wisp of blond hair hung over one eye and Lisa brushed it back.
Well... Yancey, maybe you're the one I should be careful about.
He slung the dishtowel over his shoulder and one long step brought him to a point where she was pinned in the corner of the counter.
The destination of the path remained a burning mystery, but Tammy innocently tossed fuel on the flames with a chance comment one day while they were watching television.
It was one thing to ask casual questions of Giddon's daughter.
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
There might be a thousand explanations for what she had witnessed, but only one came to mind.
He wasn't buying it for one minute.
A quick check assured no one was in the house.
It was stuffed with one thousand dollar bills – fifty of them.
Assured that no one was there, she went to her room.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
I think you're the one who is placing the blame on yourself.
After one last look around to see if she was being watched, she started into the woods.
One second she was falling head over heels, the next rolling on her side.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
It's a nice one, low mileage and looks to be in excellent condition.
Since she had given no information to Howard, Connie had to be the one who was talking.
He looked startled for a second, and then his eyes flashed, the brows furrowing into one.
So what difference did it make who came up with the idea as long as it was a good one?
The restaurant was one that she had heard of, but couldn't afford to enjoy.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
You're the one who thinks I'm afraid.
When the music stopped, he cupped one of her elbows and led her back to their table.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
The next time she glanced at the table where she had seen the driver, no one was there.
No one had been to that box before her.
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
So close, and yet she had never seen one in the yard.
To her surprise, he was the one who broke away.
She stopped suddenly, grasping the tree with one hand.
One thought had been gnawing at her consciousness since the first time she suspected him of being involved in drugs.
In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
One way or another, she had to get into that building.
One evening, when Tammy was in bed and the three of them were relaxing in the family room, the telephone rang.
No, he's just in one of his moods.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he used one hand to jerk the towel free and expose cut-off blue jeans.
Finding no one there, she relaxed and began fixing breakfast.
Yancey was the first one to the kitchen.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
She didn't want the family picture, as that was the one they used in the newspaper.
Instead, she collected a few small photos and arranged them all in one frame.
No one knew she was there except...
The one you dumped me for.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
The one person she thought she could trust had turned on her.
She had been the one who had betrayed, and the person she had betrayed was Yancey.
Howard wasn't the one involved with drugs.
Leaning forward she reached up with one hand and cupped the back of his neck.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
One thing was sure.
No one was in the kitchen, but a note from Sarah explained that she and Tammy had gone to town shopping again.
No one was in sight when she reached the building, but the door was open.
A 55-gallon barrel stood in one corner with rags hanging over the edge.
There was only one answer, of course.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
One day we were out, so I put some powdered sugar in a bag.
The yellow skirt of her sundress was molded to the soft curves one side of her body by a breeze.
One hand gracefully held the folds of her dress and the other brushed a wayward curl from her forehead.
There is one thing I still don't understand – it's out of character.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
I trusted you with that information and you gave it to the one person she didn't want to know.
She was the one who told me that he was a child prodigy.
I'm surprised she didn't figure that one out right away.
I think helping Lisa has made me realize that one person can make a difference.
Sensing a presence, she opened one eye.
One hand shot out in an instinctive search for anything to stop her fall.
Julia nodded and glanced at Adrienne with one eye.
Brandon was focused on one thing, and it wasn't romance.
Yeah, and you're the only one he shares them with - and you won't tell.
One thing she had plenty of was hair.
There were only three bedrooms, and because she had to get up the earliest, she was the lucky one to have a room of her own - with the exception of Brandon, of course.
No. But if I were trying to defend my honor, you'd be the one I would choose to take up there.
The truth is, I like your companionship - and I'd like my parents to meet one of my best friends.
That one's going to beat you home.
He leaned one shoulder against the door jam and frowned down at her.
Roxanne had a set her cap for him and Adrienne had no intention of being the one to spoil her friends' plans.
This was one way to kill two birds with one stone.
He turned and mounted his horse in one lithe movement.
You lay the reins against one side of his neck, like this.
If there's one thing he can't stand, it must be an independent female.
One day when they were sitting on the porch steps together, Brandon proposed a solution.
If one of us has to leave, I'll go.
I let our stupid house rules stand between us for a long time, but I was the one who finally broke them.
Would it be such an imposition to take just one day off to go see my parents?
Are we going to have one of these relationships where we have to constantly prove our love to each other?
In fact, he was the one who was acting selfish!
The highway ahead of them was clear, except for one big truck coming their way... and a car approaching the highway to their right.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
I'm the one who owes you an apology, not the other way around.
What would it have hurt to put her studies aside for one day?
For one brief instant, he looked at Adrienne as if he actually saw her.
You'd better call one of the girls to pick you up.
Mr. Marsh is the one who is responsible.
Mrs. Marsh had found one last reserve of uncontrollable sobs.
No, I was the one saying that.
Like he said; he only has one mother, and he can finish his schooling later.
But I think Julie is right about one thing.
She shrugged one shoulder.
You're the one who pushed this relationship.
You're the one who...
He was the one who had been deceptive.
Life was empty without him and no one seemed to be anxious to replace him - especially her parents.
Even Rachel and Julia insisted that she was the one with the problem.
You're the one who threw the ring at me.
If it's that important to you, I'll find some one to take care of the ranch.
The riders were a blur in the heat waves, but she was sure one was Pete.
If we all treated you like one of the guys, wouldn't you be a little disappointed?
If any one of you lays a hand on her, you'll be answering to me.
Bordeaux dismounted, surveying the camp, landscape and men in one rolling glance.
Turning on one heal, she stalked off to her wagon.
One thing was obvious about Bordeaux.
Each day they changed positions in line so that no one ate the dust from all the wagons every day.
If one wagon got stuck, the rest would have to stop while one of the other teams was unhitched and added to pull the wagon out.
He simply went into town one day and never returned.
She patted the handle of her whip with one hand and caressed the stock of her rifle with the other.
This was one trip that wouldn't be boring.
Throwing back the covers that had protected her from the cold night air, she grabbed one of her boots.
There was already a sizable gap between her wagon and the one in front of her.
Being first in line one day meant being last in line the next.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
He lifted one brow.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.
He paused with the spoon half way to his lips and raised one brow.
Noticing Bordeaux was the only one who didn't have coffee, she poured another cup and handed it to him.
Bordeaux was stretched on the sand outside the firelight, leaning on one elbow while he ate.
You were the one in the photo - the wandering nephew.
Pete's attention was darting from one of them to the other.
Don't you ever try to use one of those on me again.
With that, he pivoted on one heal and walked away.
Knowing that was one thing.
She packed all the dishes and stashed them in the back of one of the wagons.
She shrugged and handed him her canteen, accepting the full one he offered.
She was the one who had become serious - and with little encouragement on his part.
Davis was right about one thing.
At the moment he was one of the most important people in her life.
He deserved an apology, and she intended to give him one - if she ever saw him again.
Bordeaux helped her into the saddle and then mounted one of the mules.
Being tempted was one thing, giving in to temptation was something else.
Cassie cleaned the supper dishes as best she could with sand, and stored them in one of the packs.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
One part of her mind was whispering for her to push him away, but the other side was shouting that it didn't matter.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
No one will ever know.
He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.
What must he think of her, encouraging him one minute, and then turning away the next?
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.
Do you think it was Pete or one of the other guys?
Pouring water from one of the canteens into his hat, he watered the horse.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.
He wasn't one bit concerned that she had caught him.
We'd have waited for you, but we was outnumbered three to one and didn't have time to look for you.
She covered her eyes with one forearm and succumbed to tears.
He was the one for her – but was she the one for him?
And yet, now the twins could return to their beloved ranch – the one she had finished paying off.
This was one time she couldn't ride the fence.
Even at this hour a piano was pounding out a raucous tune in one of the three saloons.
Bordeaux had one arm wrapped fondly around the shoulders of a saloon girl.
He spun on one heal and left the hotel.
But if Bordeaux wasn't a Mormon, why would he propose to two women in one day?
No, Bordeaux had only one reason for wanting to marry Cassie - the ranch.
There was only one thing left to do.
It was nice to get away for a while, but the way women acted, you'd think I was romantically involved with every one of the men.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
She released his arm only to grab it again as one of the buggy wheels dropped into a pothole.
Grasping the break with one hand, she met his amused gaze.
Cassie, your father should be the one to tell you this, but since you're not likely to give him the chance, I'll tell you.
Of course - no one said he wasn't.
She had spent too much time hating him to do that all in one day, though.
Riding horses was one of her favorite pastimes, and the country out that way was gorgeous - winter or summer.
The good looking one?
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
One day it wouldn't start.
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.
This would be one Saturday she wouldn't have to crawl out of bed and get ready to go to the diner.
In one corner a piano perched silently, and the embers of a fire still cast a faint glow from a massive fireplace.
The laundry room was also clean and an old wringer tub still sat in one corner, as though unwilling to completely surrender to modern appliances.
The floor creaked as she chose the one on the right.
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
This was one place Cade obviously didn't spend much time.
Carrying a chair from the kitchen, she stretched to dust the top shelf of one of the bookcases beside the fireplace.
She turned and rested her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
She piled one arm high and closed the door.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
Cynthia leaned over as they drew near one and tried to pet it, but the cow moved away a few steps and began grazing again.
Leaning into one stirrup, she forced her other leg over the back of the horse and dismounted.
She tried to smile cheerfully as she looked at him over one shoulder.
So can I. I got along before I hired you and I think I can manage one meal now.
You were the one who thought about it long enough to calculate it out.
He was the one that kept me honest.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
Thankfully it had never been one of the times that she was thinking about him though.
I saw you up there one time.
It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to think, only to cling to the one solid thing she could find - Cade.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
Mary was right about one thing.
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
He coaxed one melody after another from the old piano, and then finally he folded the lid down.
I assume you're the one responsible for the new look.
One of the claws was ripped almost completely out.
Of course, what goes on between you two in this big lonely house when no one else is around is between the two of you.
Would you believe he covers up with the excuse that he's saving himself for one special girl?
His jaw muscles worked as he spun on one heel and marched to the outside door, slamming it as he left.
Claudette had gone one step too far.
Then you're the only one.
I never knew you thought of me as anything but a housekeeper - an opinionated one at that.
Oh well, life was full of unpleasantness and this was a minor one.
The lamp beside her bed was on and he had a sack in one hand.
One beautiful day followed another and she gradually wandered farther from the house exploring the ranch - sometimes on horseback, sometimes on foot.
It was on one of these occasions that she wandered farther than she realized.
He drew his mount to a halt beside her and kicked one foot free of the stirrup, offering a hand up.
There was probably another one brewing.
In the fog of desire she knew one thing - it was too late to protest.
Cade only wanted one thing - and she had foolishly submitted.
Their friendship had been destroyed by one night of passion.
Is it the only one?
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
She gazed up at him, completely disarmed by his smile, and yet somehow proud that she had been the one to put it there.
Her one saving grace was the fact that the next morning he didn't act as though nothing had happened.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
That left only one thing.
You're the one who told me I shouldn't come out here in the first place.
I think you're one of the few people who would truly appreciate it.
At one end of the field was a lean-to shelter with some kind of equipment stored under it.
No, I searched a long time before I found each one and I paid dearly.
It's just too bad that you're the only one who gets to enjoy them.
Mary showed up one morning in time to witness that fact.
All her dreams had been dashed - all but one.
Until now she had been thinking of no one but herself.
His voice was low and she was sure no one else heard, but her face burned furiously.
Until now she would have sworn that he was the one who never expressed his feelings.
Now was the time to clear the air, and there was one thing about all this that didn't make sense.
They were both silent for a few moments, remembering that emotion packed morning - and another one.
One thing led to another and I finally worked up the courage to offer you the job.
Quinn seemed relieved no one was blaming him or his experiments.
I'm sorry if the lab caused problems, but no one has to sleep there again, at least with Quinn's gizmos operating.
If nothing happens, we can eliminate one possibility.
I sensed it was a difficult one on his part.
It was a Sports Illustrated swim suit issue so old they were wearing one piece suits.
But I will I find another perfect one before I'm on my way!
Howie showed no signs of the anxiety he displayed on round one but his eagerness kept him awake.
It was obvious no one was aware of me; I wasn't there to any of them.
But I'm not sure there's any accurate way of proving that one way or the other.
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.
Two weeks passed and I'd put Howie Abbott from my mind when Betsy called one evening as I heated a frozen dinner in my lonely apartment.
We could rent one.
One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.
Store fronts interspersed with vacant lots lined one side of the street while the other remained absent of any buildings except a closed gas station and a dollar store.
Yes. I'm sorry so many buildings are gone but that one block is enough.
It replaced an old wooden one that burned.
After leaving the town, we drove around the surrounding countryside in hopes Howie my spot one of the scenes of his other visions.
You're the only one of us who is his longtime friend.
Remember in grade school when one of those bullies would put you in a half-nelson or whatever you call it, and twist your arm up your back?
While Betsy and I shared one bedroom and the LeBlanc's the other, Howie was stuck on the living room sofa.
No need to cry on such a pretty day, little one.
Howie remained silent during verbal our exchange, looking form one of us to the other, content to let us orchestrate the production.
Off to one side was an old fire ring but no buildings or people.
We conducted one more test before lunch.
We decided to leave the house and reconnoiter at a local restaurant, one that served wine.
We only managed four sessions; one to an uninhabited area, another in open farm land but one we thought was interesting.
The newly christened Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Gustefson were finally merged into one apartment and blissfully drifting back to a day to day routine.
We stole one weekend together, remaining in New York, before answering a summons to join the others in Massachusetts.
I tried to sneak one in on my own.
I changed the subject and opened one of the bottles of wine we'd brought from New York.
Martha looked at it longingly while the three of us emptied one in no time with Quinn doening the lion's share.
There is one set of numbers he changes for the time and he can set the location somehow by longitude and latitude.
When the visions are decades ago, that's one thing.
Watching strangers is one thing but I won't look at myself.
No one want's to force anything on him.
We would perform this chore one after the other for a total of perhaps fifteen minutes.
You are one person, unique and unequaled in the world!
Betsy is standing on one leg and she's holding a Time magazine, open to page eighteen.
I was the only one to see those visions.
Timothy Burton, age five, was last seen at one PM this afternoon in the back yard of his home in Warwick, Rhode Island.
We have an out of state rental car and no one could possibly recognize either of us.
The smallest state has lots of small people; delightful children everywhere, but alas, now there is one less.
Martha cried and laughed and hugged each of us, one by one.
Both Quinn and Howie protested as one with a negative shout.
I have one situation you could try, Betsy offered.
Police called it the work of one person, attributed to at least six earlier deaths.
Can we do one more before you leave?
Now there is one less hunter to compete with me for the precious little ones.
I calmed Martha down and both Betsy and I spoke to all three of them, one by one.
Saturday ended with one success in four tries, and a sizeable telephone bill.
One incident was an obvious abduction in rural Delaware that occurred overnight.
Martha burst into tears and we tried one last time.
The child, an eight year old girl named Marcia Stonehurst, was still in bed at one o'clock.