My wife looked up from her lap top.
His mother and his wife are still there.
My wife was biting her lip and tears began seeping down her cheeks.
The charcoal man and his wife listened to this little dispute, and said nothing.
I wanted a wife and children, but I didn't want to risk losing them because of the ranch.
Since his wife left, he's avoided relationships because he's afraid of giving his heart again only to drive another love away.
Then he handed it back to his wife and said:--
Berg and his wife, who were not dancing, came up to them.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
When Loyka realized his mistake and slammed on the brakes, the archduke and his wife were sitting ducks.
Mr. Marsh was the undisputed king of the castle, but he obviously acknowledged his wife as the queen.
Berg, closely buttoned up in his new uniform, sat beside his wife explaining to her that one always could and should be acquainted with people above one, because only then does one get satisfaction from acquaintances.
She vividly pictured herself as Prince Andrew's wife, and the scenes of happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of yesterday's interview with Anatole.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
My wife has told me everything!
Anatole had very soon abandoned his wife and, for a payment which he agreed to send to his father-in-law, had arranged to be free to pass himself off as a bachelor.
Quinn looked first at his wife and then stood up.
Amuse yourself with women like my wife--with them you are within your rights, for they know what you want of them.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
She'll be the wife, while you...
"The wife!" said the old prince, briefly and significantly.
The old general grumbled at his wife when she asked how his leg was.
When Prince Vasili returned to the drawing room, the princess, his wife, was talking in low tones to the elderly lady about Pierre.
Without replying either to his wife or his mother-in-law, Pierre late one night prepared for a journey and started for Moscow to see Joseph Alexeevich.
"Aline," he said to his wife, "go and see what they are about."
I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother.
Prince Andrew had loved his wife, she died, but that was not enough: he wanted to bind his happiness to another woman.
Alpatych, his coachman, Ferapontov's wife and children and the house porter were all sitting in the cellar, listening.
Adrienne expected a sharp response from Mr. Marsh, but he only regarded his wife thoughtfully for a few moments.
My wife loves you; do you know that Ben?
You know, Catiche, that we--you three sisters, Mamontov, and my wife-- are the count's only direct heirs.
Pierre without greeting his wife whom he had not seen since his return-- at that moment she was more repulsive to him than ever--entered the drawing room and seeing Anatole went up to him.
He convinces Othello that Desdemona, Othello's wife, is unfaithful to him.
Before leaving, Napoleon showed favor to the emperor, kings, and princes who had deserved it, reprimanded the kings and princes with whom he was dissatisfied, presented pearls and diamonds of his own--that is, which he had taken from other kings--to the Empress of Austria, and having, as his historian tells us, tenderly embraced the Empress Marie Louise--who regarded him as her husband, though he had left another wife in Paris--left her grieved by the parting which she seemed hardly able to bear.
Carmen is a good wife.
No wonder he wasn't interested in a wife.
Quinn, sensing his wife's discomfort, changed the subject back to the game.
However painful it may be to me, should the Almighty lay the duties of wife and mother upon me I shall try to perform them as faithfully as I can, without disquieting myself by examining my feelings toward him whom He may give me for husband.
He saw that his championship of the doctor's wife in her queer trap might expose him to what he dreaded more than anything in the world--to ridicule; but his instinct urged him on.
On either side of her sat the more important guests--an old general and his wife, and Anna Pavlovna Scherer.
And suddenly, at this thought of death, a whole series of most distant, most intimate, memories rose in his imagination: he remembered his last parting from his father and his wife; he remembered the days when he first loved her.
Is his wife with him? he asked.
A week later Pierre gave his wife full power to control all his estates in Great Russia, which formed the larger part of his property, and left for Petersburg alone.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.
My wife--as she once was--did not struggle, and perhaps she was right.
But the story of the duel, confirmed by Pierre's rupture with his wife, was the talk of society.
Had his wife come to him, he would not have turned her away.
Compared to what preoccupied him, was it not a matter of indifference whether he lived with his wife or not?
I told my wife that I begged her to forget the past, to forgive me whatever wrong I may have done her, and that I had nothing to forgive.
It seemed to him that he ought to have an explanation with Natasha and tell her that the old times must be forgotten, that in spite of everything... she could not be his wife, that he had no means, and they would never let her marry him.
Put him beside his wife and he looks a regular buffoon!
"If she goes to her cousin first and then to another lady, she will be my wife," said Prince Andrew to himself quite to his own surprise, as he watched her.
At that ball Pierre for the first time felt humiliated by the position his wife occupied in court circles.
Berg, judging by his wife, thought all women weak and foolish.
Berg rose and embraced his wife carefully, so as not to crush her lace fichu for which he had paid a good price, kissing her straight on the lips.
Husband and wife glanced at one another, both smiling with self-satisfaction, and each mentally claiming the honor of this visit.
He tried equally to avoid thinking about his wife, and about Natasha and Prince Andrew; and again everything seemed to him insignificant in comparison with eternity; again the question: for what? presented itself; and he forced himself to work day and night at masonic labors, hoping to drive away the evil spirit that threatened him.
I do not think he would choose her for a wife, and frankly I do not wish it.
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
Such were Dimmler the musician and his wife, Vogel the dancing master and his family, Belova, an old maiden lady, an inmate of the house, and many others such as Petya's tutors, the girls' former governess, and other people who simply found it preferable and more advantageous to live in the count's house than at home.
And tapping with her heels, she ran quickly upstairs to see Vogel and his wife who lived on the upper story.
Only the skeleton of life remained: his house, a brilliant wife who now enjoyed the favors of a very important personage, acquaintance with all Petersburg, and his court service with its dull formalities.
But instead of all that--here he was, the wealthy husband of an unfaithful wife, a retired gentleman-in-waiting, fond of eating and drinking and, as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, of abusing the government a bit, a member of the Moscow English Club, and a universal favorite in Moscow society.
She was the Countess Bezukhova, Pierre's wife, and the count, who knew everyone in society, leaned over and spoke to her.
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
Suffering is necessary... the meaning of all... one must harness... my wife is getting married...
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
The first time he had recourse to his new judge was when a French prisoner, a colonel, came to him and, after talking a great deal about his exploits, concluded by making what amounted to a demand that Pierre should give him four thousand francs to send to his wife and children.
Alex said she was seeing him again after his wife died.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Wasn't there some law that prevented a wife from testifying against her husband?
It would allow my future wife, who was from Iowa, to view a part of the country she'd never seen.
"I already promised to love, honor and obey," my wife said as she kissed me.
Is Franklin the only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him?
And so at an early age, you took a wife, started having children, and supported yourself by farming.
Macbeth is the story of a ruthless wife, Lady Macbeth, who persuades her husband to murder the king and take his throne.
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
At Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Andreevich Bolkonski's estate, the arrival of young Prince Andrew and his wife was daily expected, but this expectation did not upset the regular routine of life in the old prince's household.
At the same time his mother-in-law, Prince Vasili's wife, sent to him imploring him to come if only for a few minutes to discuss a most important matter.
To this he replied that one should not deprive a wife of one's embraces and gave me to understand that that was my duty.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
For Christ's sake think of us! cried his wife, referring to the rumors of war and the enemy.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
I looked my lovely future wife in the eye.
My wife turned to me.
Mr. Finney and his wife Both sat down to sup; And they ate, and they ate, They ate the turnip up.
The count came waddling in to see his wife with a rather guilty look as usual.
You know, Alex's wife.
It would be different with his wife.
Finally he glanced at his wife.
He was wrong for using a bottle to settle his problems, and wrong for being unfaithful to his wife.
His mother or his wife?
She followed while I waited for my wife.
I grabbed my wife's hand and the tape recorder and left before anyone could object.
I sensed he'd been chastised to silence by his wife.
However, my wife was far and away the most intelligent of the five of us and understood our success depended on strong leadership.
Quinn turned to his wife.
It gave Betsy and me the chance to be man and wife.
"I think this Youngblood guy is a scam," I said as I lustfully watched my wife through the half open bathroom door.
My wife shook her head.
When I related my conversation to my wife, she was elated.
I was less critical than my wife on the slow workings of the law.
No details yet, Before I could answer, I was interrupted by a scream from my wife that sent chills down my spine.
Papa Quinn, Howie and my wife and I were exhausted but jubilant.
Howie remained obsessed that he'd failed to nail the culprit and when he heard of this later case, he begged Quinn to take enough time away from his wife and new daughter for a single session.
I too wondered about my wife's rational.
"I think she's a tad flakey," my wife offered.
"I'm not sure he brought her," said my wife.
Mildred O'Malley, his wife was not listed as living in Massachusetts and the name was too common for Betsy to look in all the states.
He knew I had a wife and there was at least one other female and we numbered five.
My wife stood in front of the others as they all waited behind her.
It seemed to me that my wife's brief but profound statement put all else in prospective.
"Don't do it without asking," my wife retorted before changing the subject.
"Whatever," my wife said.
She began to cry; something my wife almost never does.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
"Yes, Father, I have come to you and brought my wife who is pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his father's face with an eager and respectful look.
The house for your wife is ready.
What a treasure of a wife you have, said she, sitting down on the sofa, facing her brother.
I do not think I have complained of my wife to you, Masha, or blamed her.
Know this, Masha: I can't reproach, have not reproached, and never shall reproach my wife with anything, and I cannot reproach myself with anything in regard to her; and that always will be so in whatever circumstances I may be placed.
When he reached his sister's room his wife was already awake and her merry voice, hurrying one word after another, came through the open door.
This very sentence about Countess Zubova and this same laugh Prince Andrew had already heard from his wife in the presence of others some five times.
"Listen!" said he; "don't worry about your wife: what can be done shall be.
"Not let the wife have him?" said the old man, and laughed.
Mary Hendrikhovna was the wife of the regimental doctor, a pretty young German woman he had married in Poland.
The doctor, whether from lack of means or because he did not like to part from his young wife in the early days of their marriage, took her about with him wherever the hussar regiment went and his jealousy had become a standing joke among the hussar officers.
"No, gentlemen, you have had your sleep, but I have not slept for two nights," replied the doctor, and he sat down morosely beside his wife, waiting for the game to end.
Seeing his gloomy face as he frowned at his wife, the officers grew still merrier, and some of them could not refrain from laughter, for which they hurriedly sought plausible pretexts.
When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap.
To ride this horse was a pleasure to him, and he thought of the horse, of the morning, of the doctor's wife, but not once of the impending danger.
Be quiet, I tell you! cried the count, with a glance at his wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks.
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.
After his interview with his wife Pierre left for Petersburg.
And without a word to his wife he went to the little sitting room and lay down on the sofa.
If the purpose of food is nourishment and the purpose of marriage is the family, the whole question resolves itself into not eating more than one can digest, and not having more wives or husbands than are needed for the family--that is, one wife or one husband.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
He has a daughter, but his wife must not live with him because he needs a sitter, she stammered.
Sure, if he isn't saddled with a wife and a couple of kids.
When Dad died, he left this Ranch to his wife and stepson and his fortune went to the rest of us kids.
It was nearing Christmas and while New York was aglow, my wife and I were just the opposite; out of sync with the mood of the city.
For a long time his wife begged him to be merciful.
On the morning of June 28, 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were shot dead in Sarajevo by nineteen-year-old assassin Gavrilo Princip.
When the night arrived, to quote their own words--He laid us on the bed with himself and his wife, they at the one end and we at the other, it being only planks laid a foot from the ground and a thin mat upon them.
My wife thought he should go or Howie should simply kiss his mother's hand, give an excuse of pressing business, and come back east.
And I'll be a faithful wife and he'll be the happiest guy in Keene.
I couldn't block out of my mind, my wife's statement a few days ago; think of all the children who he could be saving.
I considered waiting until morning before speaking to my wife but I knew I wouldn't sleep anyway.
No, I decided, Betsy was my wife and I loved her dearly.
I wasn't surprised by my wife's quick reaction.
My wife began to cry and snuggled close to me.
My wife grabbed my arm.
I was stewing over my third cup of coffee when my wife returned, with Julie and Molly in tow.
"How did it go, boss?" my wife asked.
I turned to my wife.
"You'll be right up there with them," my wife said.
A few hours ago, my wife was calling Molly's mother Julie a bitch, now, with a quickly appointed kinship, she was her assigned sister!
"Come on" my wife said.
I was dialing my wife to tell her when Martha and Quinn came in the office, pushing a baby carriage with Claire smiling beneath her blankets.
Don't say that! his wife countered.
His question was designed to contradict his wife.
I don't suppose you'd go if you say your wife can't.
There I'd try to get some time alone with my wife and mull through this train ride to oblivion.
"I'm going to show Molly our library this afternoon," my wife said.
My wife was as thrilled to entertain our guest as Molly was to be there.
I love my wife.
I telephoned my wife and told her of the situation.
I looked at my wife intently.
"Looking for a little action?" my wife said.
I followed in my wife's footsteps.
"It was the hormones," my wife scoffed.
While Martha was on the phone trying to get our air conditioning system checked, I had a few moments alone with my wife.
"I'll get you that phone number," my wife said as she left my office.
When I looked over at my wife I could see a tear seep down her cheek.
Thanks to my wife's calm and nurturing manner the balance of the morning passed peacefully.
Now I would muddy the waters even more by contacting Daniel Brennan, another fact I planned to withhold from all but my wife.
I couldn't sit still in the office alone and I frankly I wanted the company of my wife.
My name is Ben Gustefson and I'm living in Keene, New Hampshire with my wife Betsy.
My wife will back me up.
Not so, between Betsy and Martha, according to my wife.
"Martha hasn't made up her mind about flying out to the funeral but if she goes, she'll take Claire as well," my wife said, with a note of sadness in her voice.
My wife was seriously distressed.
My wife proceeded to say how sorry we were about his mother's death.
They must have stores there, said my wife, annoyance ringing in her voice.
Yeah. That's all Ronnie want's to discuss with people, like his wife's son is some kind of freak.
My wife bought it and she'll kill me.
My later proved to be several hours when I opened eyes to a crying wife, white covers, bright lights, stuff attached to me and lots of pain.
My wife leaned close and kissed me.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
"He tried to kill you!" my wife sobbed.
I heard another sound as Molly came across the room and stood behind my wife.
My wife bit her lip not to cry.
I was discharged before noon and driven home by my wife.
I agreed with my wife but pointed out even though Bryce had tracked us down, I couldn't think of any other slip ups besides Julie's contest that would point to us.
I could see my wife's nervousness; picking at her fingers, chewing her lip, twirling her hair.
My wife's pronouncement wasn't unexpected.
My wife looked concerned as she dished out homemade chili and corn bread.
My wife got up from the table.
It was my wife and she was in tears.
While I waited for my, wife's return I sifted through the startling news she'd told me.
According to Betsy, on the note Martha left, she said Quinn was coming back east to meet up with his wife and daughter and leave from here.
I wasted no time telephoning the Leblanc's number to encourage my wife to return home.
My wife was overdue and I was concerned.
I turned to my wife as I hung up the phone.
While I dreaded frightening my wife further, I knew I owed her the information on the motor home.
Yes. He said he was sorry but he and Martha said they had to call it quits and he was going back to be with his wife and child.
He said his wife and child just arrived.
Wife and kid must have just come today.
If my wife was so sympathetic, shouldn't I be too?
I thought about what my wife said as I looked around our beautiful property.
After that introduction, my wife listened; for more than five minutes, while Howie apparently continued to ramble.
I know, my wife answered.
Earlier, my wife had taken care of all the logistics of our travels while I locked up the house and called Jackson to tell him we would be out of town for a couple of days, retrieving Howie from California.
Howie was patient but I wanted some time to talk to my wife in privacy.
I moseyed out by the pool to await my wife's return.
It's not finished if you, you're wife and California friends are still alive.
My wife and I had promised each other to remain constantly in phone contact after the close calls in New Hampshire.
Sorry, my wife is missing and in danger.
I wanted to shout something like Dracula is out of his casket and has a thirst for my wife's A-negative blood, but I bit my tongue and begged that this was truly an emergency.
I think my wife, a friend and a young girl are shopping at your mall and I believe they're in danger!
The woman in there was with my wife and a young child!
I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.
I think he may have my wife and the daughter of the woman they just brought in.
I have to get back to the mall and find out about my wife!
Now let's try and locate your wife and the little girl.
It's his wife who was attacked.
A clerk in the shoe department saw a guy and his wife carrying a child.
I peered over her shoulder and saw my wife.
My wife walked stiffly beside the abductor.
I hoped to god my wife was smarter than John Luke Grasso.
All the while, I couldn't block the vision of the wife I so loved, being herded at knife point.
The hunt for my wife and Molly commenced at the scene of the blue van.
Julie has greater needs which Molly nurtures while Molly's needs are supported by my wife.
Damian grimaced, recalling the last time he'd seen the beautiful woman, his slain brother's wife.
I don't know if I trust my wife, brother.
His slain brother's wife had always been a painful sight for him, the reminder of his brother and a happier time before the Schism.
If she's flipping out, you can call Lon's wife, Linda.
His wife's death was by his own hand.
The ten-year-old girl had resided at Bird Song with David Dean, his wife Cynthia, and Dean's seventy-seven-year-old stepfather, Fred O'Connor, for the past six months.
She bore a look of defeated resignation as Dean and his wife joined her.
Dean followed his wife but she dismissed his concern.
But Murf's wife dragged him back to California.
"There's more troubling Martha than just leaving," his wife said.
Dean looked at his wife.
He climbed into bed next to his wife but didn't turn off the light.
Dean held his wife closely, expecting more tears, but they didn't come.
After a hurried shower, he dressed and joined his silent wife in serving the gathering guests.
Dean felt satisfaction that his wife's dark mood had improved, but Martha's departure remained on her mind.
He took a deep breath and buzzed his wife to pick up.
"She's going to be his wife," Cynthia answered with no pleasure in her voice.
"Looks like one of our guests is making a friend," Dean said to his wife as Ginger reached out and held the man's hand.
Dean and his wife joined the group, followed by Brandon Westlake, Pumpkin Green, and a newly arrived Midwesterner named Hank.
Though whips and chains wouldn't have gotten him to admit it, he was so insanely jealous of his brother's moment of glory he would have sold his soul and auctioned wife Ginger to have done the same damn thing.
Even David Dean, although he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut in front of his wife, was forced to cross every finger of both hands.
"As it sailed over the backstop," wife Ginger giggled, as only a wife can do.
"Smokey Joe Wood was from Ouray," Fred said, changing the subject as Joseph scowled at his wife.
The land went to his wife but then she died a few years later.
"Why don't you just ask the boys, David?" his wife said.
"So what are you saying happened here?" his wife asked, looking from one to the other.
Dean turned to his wife.
"All things considered, you seem to be holding up pretty well," Dean said to his wife as they cuddled beneath cool sheets in the dwindling hours of the evening.
"Don't break a leg in here," his wife cautioned.
Presumably, his wife was correct and "bitch" referred to a woman.
He knew his wife was right.
"I think this little baby may have a first name," he said to his wife.
After a jotted message to his wife who was back on the wire, Dean was on his way.
To get away from the temptation and bring Cynthia up to date, he left the festive group of plunderers and joined his wife in their room.
Dean wandered back to the kitchen, where his wife was fixing supper.
Dean handed the phone to his wife as the light went on like in the comic books—a flashing bulb of inspiration.
Both Dean and his wife felt comfortable with Fred researching the identity of the skeleton as long as Fred remained unaware of any direct connection to the Dawkinses.
My wife and I promised we'd research the matter for her.
Except you and your wife.
I went off to college and messed around some—did all the stuff you're supposed to do at that age—but when I came back home ten years later, Paul's wife had died.
We were husband and wife.
Look, I feel like a fool asking embarrassing questions, especially to someone as kind as you've been, but my wife and I promised a little girl we'd follow up on this.
You sound like my wife, but 'Any man's death diminishes me because I'm involved in mankind.'
Besides, my wife is itching to photograph the wildflowers.
Dean, the big spender, reached for one ticket, but a look from his wife changed his purchase to seven.
Cynthia's allotted tour of duty was finished, so he took his wife's hand and they walked to the corner for a better view of the parade.
Dean looked at his wife for help, but she just shrugged and smiled, and Dean let himself be led up the street.
It was here Dean was finally able to tell his wife about meeting Paul Senior's widow and his offer to show her the high country property in litigation.
The women looked frightened, Faust actually ducked, and David Dean moved to the cover of a nearby boulder, pulling his wife along with him.
It was Dean's turn to give his wife a look of caution.
"We heard," his wife said as they kissed.
His wife continued her stare.
He could tell by the look on his wife's face that she shared his concern.
Dawkins, Sr. had never hired another mine manager after Josh and never so much as mentioned the Lucky Pup after that time—to his sons or his wife.
Dean had filled his wife in on his morning's meeting while giving her a hand with the chores.
Dean rubbed his fingers through his hair and looked at his wife.
Dean laughed at first at his wife's suggestion, but the more he thought about it, the more the idea had a ring of validity to it.
Dean sensed his wife looked forward to the service and it helped her to come to terms with her son's sudden marriage.
His wife called to him almost as soon as she opened the door.
You outsize my wife by a foot and a hundred pounds.
He hates your guts big time—your little wife, too.
"Or," Joseph continued, "that skuzzy attorney who's been trying to make a play for my wife.
Dean and his wife followed as he introduced the women.
Dean wondered if there was another, more sinister reason for Paul Dawkins' silence on the subject—that he was the murderer of his wife's natural father.
Matters of warrants and probable cause escaped his wife's rationale, replaced by her conscience, which stood firmly in charge.
Finally things calmed down enough to give Dean and his wife a few minutes of free time.
Dean looked to his wife.
His wife motioned toward the mine entrance out of sight in the rocks and trees.
What about his wife?
Dean took his wife's hand and pulled her to her feet and held her until her sobbing subsided.
"I think Dawkins found the back entrance to the mine and thought we were kids poking around in there, so he switched our markings," he told his wife.
Ralph had a wife and family.
Finally, Lydia said, "I told your wife I was going to ask you," then added, "I really underestimated that woman."
Dean asked as he joined his wife in the kitchen.
Dean looked at his wife inquisitively.
Later, David Dean called Lydia—from bed after making love to his wife.
He likes having a wife who wants him to boss her around.
Maybe it was a relationship that was difficult for the modern wife to understand.
Lori was his wife and the mother of his child.
Not the abbreviated version contrived for a witless or hysterical wife, but the whole thing – including any designs Lori has on you... or you have for her.
Maybe Lori wanted Alex to think his wife was having an affair.
Why had he put her in his will instead of his wife?
She probably wasn't thinking clearly enough to realize how badly it would have hurt Alex to think his wife was cheating.
Or is it somehow different when she's his wife?
This is my wife, Carmen.
Your wife is a beautiful woman.
I've got an awesome wife.
No, but I'd like to get home to my wife before midnight.
Romas had tossed her in bed more than once over the past three months, though he had stopped lecturing her on how unbecoming a lush was to a man looking for a wife.
She doesn't know that giving it to any man she comes across basically makes her his wife.
David Dean squeezed his wife's arm and bent over to kiss her.
He looked over at his wife.
The letters, eleven in all, were not from Ouray, but to a Ouray minister's wife, from her sister, a Boston matron.
Dean started to protest but his wife began carrying the packed ornaments from the room and asked in her sweetest tone if he could remove the now-dried Christmas tree and finish a short list of Bird Song chores she'd drawn up earlier.
Fred was still gabbing on the phone so Dean shared with his wife the last of the turkey salad, extended mileage from the Christmas turkey of ten days earlier.
Dean spent much time clinging to the sideboards until his wife, with a heart full of charity and an arm about his waist, supported him in slow glides around the oval.
Did you locate the Reverend Martin and his wife?
She was a minister's wife and did lots of good for folks.
"Right," said Dean, with a wink to his wife.
Why would a minister's wife have a code book?
No. But any code a minister's wife of the last century put together can't be all that sophisticated, can it?
"If it is some form of code, it must have been the devil to write," Dean said but before his wife could answer, there was a noise on the stairs.
David Dean felt a momentary twinge of the here-we-go-agains that floated by on the wings of his wife's question.
No wife beater does.
He undressed while his wife was still in the bathroom and was in bed when she entered the room.
Dean and his wife firmly stated, in close harmony, it was none of any of their business.
Dean explained to his wife the number of times in his police career he'd seen battered women refuse to follow through when confronted by their abusive mate.
Said you told him his wife wasn't staying at Bird Song.
She claims he's a wife beater.
He mentioned the term kidnapping, but of course being the saint he is he wouldn't press charges against his wife who according to him was just temporarily disturbed.
Do you think he's a wife beater?
Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled inwardly at his wife's concern as he looked for a place to turn around the jeep.
While he wanted to avoid further involvement in Edith Shipton's troubled world, he felt proud of his wife inherent sense of compassion toward anyone in trouble.
"I'll give Weller a call when I get back," he said, generating a look of surprise on his wife's face.
Fred and his juvenile helpers had located a picture of Reverend Martin and his wife in an old museum collection of early Ouray papers and photos.
His wife Annie was dour and a bit on the chunky side.
Dean's suggestion of placing the little fellow out of doors in the trash was overruled by his more compassionate wife who pointed out the resulting reduced chances of January survival.
You got a pretty wife.
"Most men are more fun when they're quiet," Cynthia said with a smile when Dean, who was drying the supper dishes, related to his wife what Martha had said.
When Dean told his wife about the bearded man who seemed to be following Edith Shipton, Cynthia just shook her head.
I haven't found an account of her death in the papers yet but her hubby died of the flu in '04 and it didn't mention his wife in his write up.
He lost his beautiful wife and died so young himself.
"The museum has already helped with this," he said, presenting the picture of Rev. Martin and his wife.
Fella had my shoe size and his wife gave me a whale of a deal.
Not only this here coded notebook but questions like why was a minister's wife squirreling away $27.50 in gold coins in her comb?
She looked past David Dean to his wife.
"I'll take my chocolate with whipped cream," Dean said but his wife made no move toward the kitchen.
He called the local sheriff in Ouray and said he plans to come out and haul his 'mentally stressed wife' back East with him.
Dean asked as he bent down and kissed his wife.
Effie immediately asked her about the missing portrait of the reverend and his wife.
He was sweet as sugar—just a concerned husband looking out for his wife's welfare.
More 'do good' business by the reverend's wife, all the way back to 1896.
Dean looked up at his wife after reading the strange lines.
That doesn't sound like any minister's wife I ever knew!
The Reverend and his wife were supposed to have administered to the working girls.
The museum can't open for hours, Dean asked his wife as he helped clean up the dining room.
Dean turned to his wife as Ryland and his son began packing his gear.
Donnie remained with his father and his new found ice climbing friends while Dean took his wife's hand and strolled further down the snow covered path, away from the edge.
You must be the innkeeper's wife.
That's where you go to sleep with someone else's wife.
His wife is in the bucks, too.
Dean just looked at his wife.
At least she's casting herself as a minister's wife and not a soiled dove.
Does Claire have the museum's picture of Rev. Martin and his wife?
Later, after Dean had performed his night-closing duties and undressed, his wife handed him the results of her latest efforts.
"Or else she brought him back here," his wife answered sleepily.
But Edith's Annie was a minister's wife, not a common prostitute.
Was Edith's vivid imagination working overtime or had Jerome Shipton managed to slip by Janet O'Brien and invade his wife's room?
Wife, not 'ex-wife.'
Dean put his arm around his wife's trembling shoulders.
Then, his forty-year-old wife totally surprised him.
He offered an exchange for a later getaway weekend at Bird Song for the man and his wife.
It was a scene from another time as Dean's friend and his smiling wife handed the reins to the urban couple.
Dean started a fire for the returning guests but then joined his wife and stepfather in the kitchen.
He gave his wife a hug.
He wondered if this beautiful, loving, compassionate wife of his whom he loved so dearly, was really capable of killing another human being.
He and his wife, who's as nutty as Planters, aren't on anyone's top one hundred list of the rich and famous.
What does his wife say about that?
In an attempt to calm his wife's progressive nervousness, and because he too felt like a snort, Dean broke out a jug of left over Christmas cheer.
He let go of Donnie's hand and turned to his wife, with more of a leer than a look of love.
He turned, and was off up the stairs, propelling his bewildered wife before him.
The others beat a hasty retreat as soon as they learned there were no fatalities, finally leaving Dean and his wife alone, with only Janet obliviously scrubbing away somewhere above.
Dean tried to hold his wife but she pulled away.
He couldn't even get the son of a bitch out of his and his wife's life.
Dean searched for his wife but didn't spot Cynthia's colorful ski jacket among the pockets of viewers.
But Dean's first priority was his wife Cynthia and he continued to jog, forced to concentrate on his footing if he were to remain upright in the gathering snow.
Dean pitied his wife, knowing the grueling trip that lay before her over the next several hours, not knowing what awaited her landing.
Dean stomped his feet and entered his home, for the first time absent his wife.
Janet O'Brien had just told me my wife's mother had a heart attack, for God's sake!
He was an egotistical wife beater.
If you want my opinion, I'd have to say, look to the wife.
I'm worried sick about my wife stranded who knows where.
"There's no doubt in my mind it's the wife who did him in," the old man continued.
"If my wife needs me, I am," Dean answered, getting a bit annoyed himself.
Dean telephoned Cynthia's mother's number and his wife answered on the first ring.
Yes, I despised the son of a bitch, especially after he grabbed my wife's breast ten feet away from me.
Why did you tell Jerome Shipton his wife wasn't registered here?
Look, Edith Shipton had just poured her heart out to my wife and me that she had run away from an abusive husband and was hiding.
When is your wife returning?
The police spoke to Fred next, while Dean strolled back toward his quarters, with Corday's question concerning his wife's return echoing in his mind.
But then he pictured his beautiful wife, her unfailingly sweet and kind nature, and refused his mind's picture of her kneeling there in the snow, calmly sawing Shipton's rope until it parted, plunging him to his bloody death.
Your wife let him make a copy.
The police haven't even informed his wife if her husband is dead or alive!
God, I can't be sitting here considering for even a minute, my wife might be a killer!