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  • At the noon-meal hour the ober-lieutenant sent an orderly to invite Darrin to the table, though the same invitation was not to be extended to Captain Kennor, who would be expected to eat with the German petty officers. But, as Dave and Captain Kennor were asleep at the time, the orderly departed without waking them.
  • Somehow all eyes were turned toward Giraffe. As the most agile of the lot, he might be expected to volunteer; and yet with not a particle of footing between the top of the bank and that tree, some ten feet down, the job was hardly one that might appeal to any scout, however nimble.
  • "I can't help thinking Confidence Massenberg's has grown larger than the crown. Who knows, maybe he has already crowned himself King. I know Confidence Pope would run with him like a good lap dog is expected to." The King paused only to let out a sigh. "Why am I destined to be remembered as the King of wars?" The King immediately put his hand out with his palm facing out. "Don't answer that." King Frederick absentmindedly smiled in his son's direction. "I don't envy your older brother at all. I wouldn't want to be the King-in-waiting and having to assume the throne with a rebellion waiting to happen. By the way, I take it you two haven't settled your differences?"
  • He was a ferocious-looking monster, gaunt and hairy, and had evidently been driven out to forage in our camp by the pangs of hunger. When he saw me he gave forth a fierce growl of defiance, and instead of decamping, as I expected he would, he made a desperate rush at me. I stepped back and lifted my axe, intending to make its sharp edge fall with all my strength on his head; but he was too quick for me, and seizing my arm, in another instant the savage brute had me fast locked in his deadly embrace. He would have killed me in an instant, I verily believe, had I not as he caught me, shoved the head of the axe into his open mouth, where it served the purpose of a gag, and considerably incommoded him. It may be supposed that I sung out pretty lustily at the same time for help. As to doing anything for myself, I found that was impossible, beyond the holding the axe with all my might in the bear's mouth. I felt certain that the moment it got out would be my last.
  • The hunters looked in every direction, and with feelings of apprehension. They expected to see the Matabili again coming to the attack. But no foe was in sight.
  • Reluctantly, Seth nodded. It was a cheerless victory, but at least Id get him out of the house. He walked past me to the hallway that led to the stairs. I sat where he had just vacated and reached for the photo album he had tucked under the cushion. When I opened it and saw nothing but pictures of him and me, I felt terrible. I half expected them to be torn up or have burned edges.
  • Teleri lifted her fine eyebrows. "No," she said calmly. "Retribution. He killed innocent people, Gwalaes; even children. Im not making this upask Gladys to tell you the story. If he survives, hell kill again. You can count on it. Would you like to have that on your conscience?" The miracle-worker looked suitably horrified. "It was a bad wound, Gwalaes," she continued persuasively. "You must have been surprised when you were able to heal him the first time. And everyone knows how much worse he was this time. No one, not even Sir Richard, expected him to live. If he died now, theyd all nod and say theyd known all along he wouldnt come through."
  • "I can guide them there safely," Colt grunted reluctantly, prompting Aiden to look at him incredulously. He hadnt expected the oaf to volunteer for anything, given his attitude. Olaf seemed to consider this, and then his expression took on a more considered look.
  • Monday was the worst day Mia had since her trans location from Morrah. She was in school, in a math class at the end of the day and was nearly falling asleep. As she drifted toward sleep, she thought she felt like she had right before she trans located to Awlland. When she woke herself up, she'd expected to see Finnegaff or someone or something from Morrah. Yet she saw only the classroom. It was too much for her. She stood and yelled at the top of her lungs that she wanted to 'go back', then crumpled to the floor and broke into tears. The teacher escorted her from the class to the counselor's office, where she was detained for a short while until her mother could get there. Lori felt her heart sink when she arrived at the school, for she beheld the face of the girl who was her first born in only distant recognition. She was very scared. She called her husband, insistent that she take Mia to Dr. Bev's office a day early.
  • "Im glad you feel that way, my prince, as our duty now carries us into the desert," Jian reminded him. Kaymin would never have made a fuss in front of his God, but the wizard expected harsh words now.
  • At last there could be no doubt about it: the boat was getting nearer and nearer. I could see that my rescuers were frantically waving, and, when they came within shouting distance, I heard some one cry out, "Don't get excited. Keep on the pan where you are." They were infinitely more excited than I. Already to me it seemed just as natural now to be saved as, half an hour before, it had seemed inevitable I should be lost, and had my rescuers only known, as I did, the sensation of a bath in that ice when you could not dry yourself afterwards, they need not have expected me to follow the example of the apostle Peter and throw myself into the water.
  • "The most wanted accused in the assassination of late Mr. Rajiv Gandhi, Shivrasan and Shuba have been exposed by the Special Investigation Team at Bangalore. Armed police have surrounded their place of hiding and it is expected that at any moment the police will enter the premises. ''
  • "Karay, ulyulyu!..." he shouted, looking round for the old borzoi who was now his only hope. Karay, with all the strength age had left him, stretched himself to the utmost and, watching the wolf, galloped heavily aside to intercept it. But the quickness of the wolf's lope and the borzoi's slower pace made it plain that Karay had miscalculated. Nicholas could already see not far in front of him the wood where the wolf would certainly escape should she reach it. But, coming toward him, he saw hounds and a huntsman galloping almost straight at the wolf. There was still hope. A long, yellowish young borzoi, one Nicholas did not know, from another leash, rushed impetuously at the wolf from in front and almost knocked her over. But the wolf jumped up more quickly than anyone could have expected and, gnashing her teeth, flew at the yellowish borzoi, which, with a piercing yelp, fell with its head on the ground, bleeding from a gash in its side.
  • That is a bit of the Barren Lands that creeps down between those mountains off there, M'seur, he said. "Do you see that black forest that looks like a charred log in the snow to the south and west of the mountains? That is the break that leads into the country of the Athabasca. Somewhere between this point and that we will strike the trail. Mon Dieu, I had half expected to see them out there on the plain."
  • For, after all, except that Steve had had a brief week or so on the boat the preceding Summer and that Joe had taken two days of instruction in gasoline engine operation, not a member of the crew knew much of the work ahead. Still, George Hanford had operated a twelve-foot motor dingey at one time, Phil Street had sailed a knockabout and all had an average amount of common-sense, and it seemed that, with luck, they might somehow manage to escape death by drowning! Mr. Chapman surely must have had a good deal of faith in Steve and his companions or he would never have consented to their operating the cruiser without the aid of a seasoned navigator. As for the boys themselves, they anticipated many difficulties and some hazards, but, with the confidence of youth, they expected to "muddle through," and, as Neil said, what they didn't know now they soon would.
  • "I must be satisfied with a hand-shake, Miss Page," he said in a deep, pleasant voice, "but I refuse to be a mere stranger. We are immensely glad to have you with us. . . . Mother, can't you see we have most thoroughly mystified her; swooping down on her like this without giving her an inkling of how and why we expected her?"
  • During that first lesson, the outsider had tried to do the same. He placed the stone between his palms and rubbed, then dropped the stone and licked his hands. He had expected the kadastone to get warm, but not quite as hot as coals from a firealthough he suspected the flames that issued in step three would be somewhat warmish. The trick was speed and timing, and on Jorden's second attempt he was able to get as far as roasted fingers. He blew too hard.
  • 'My brother, however, who was truly affectionate, and active in efforts to protect us, afforded my mother some aid. From being a chorister, he had gained admission into the grammar-school; of which, while he remained there, he was the pride and boast. Immediately after our father's death, from the recommendation of his own merit and the misfortunes of the family, he was appointed a Latin usher in the same school; in which station he remained five years. The difference of our age made him consider himself something rather like a father than a brother to me: he loved me tenderly, took every method to improve and provide for me, and expected in return something like parental obedience. The manners of my mother were of the mild and pleasing kind, with which qualities she endeavoured to familiarize me, and the behaviour of the whole family gained general approbation and esteem.
  • He wished, when the Lithuanians struck the enemy's front, to seize the camp with his Tartars; in the camp he expected to find very rich plunder. The hetman permitted this, thinking justly that the Tartars would strike weakly on the cavalry, but would fall like madmen on the tabor and might raise a panic, especially since the Prussian horses were less accustomed to their terrible howling.
  • Saxon and Loxfinger froze, ceased their palaver at the sight of Bond. "You were not expected here so soon, Mr. Bond," said the doctor somewhat accusingly. "Mr. Saxon was just telling me about the furor myPlowshare Papershave created in the world and the highly salubrious reaction among Arab leaders. I have further news, Mr. Bond, which as a security person youll doubtless be told of eventually. The Knesset has given me permission to stage top-secret exploratory peace talks with two key Arabs. We shall convene on a dhow in the Red Sea very shortly. Around the Passover season, I believe. Confidential, of course."
  • Inkspot was very much at home in the water, and he could swim like a dog or a deer. But it was a long, long swim to those glittering and beckoning lights. At last, however, he reached a pier, and having rested himself on the timbers under it, he cautiously climbed to the top. The pier was deserted, and he walked to the end of it, and entered the town. He knew nothing of Valparaiso, except that it was a large city where sailors went, and he was quite sure he could find a shop where they sold whiskey. Then he would have a glass--perhaps two--perhaps three--after which he would return to the brig, as Mr. Burke had done. Of course, he would have to do much more swimming than had been necessary for the second mate, but then, he believed himself to be a better swimmer than that gentleman, and he expected to get back a great deal easier than he came, because the whiskey would make him strong and happy, and he could play with the waves.
  • But no foe was to be seen! Once again all was still as death. After glaring for a few seconds at the spot whence the expected enemy should have issued, the three fugitives relaxed their frowning brows and turned inquiring eyes on each other.
  • But now this. Not only did she take up her clandestine career againthat was only to be expected after all. But she did it out of vain loyalty to an idea that hadnt been real for years. Everybody knew that the king could not last if Sweden was to be saved as a nation. Still he had not said anything to her, being afraid he would push her away. He had decided to let her fly, hoping she would do the right thing and come back to him in the end. And she still might. If she survived this revolution, or coup detat or whatever it was supposed to be called.
  • Tony gasped, for he had not expected this. "There is not a man in the neighborhood who would have injured Davidson," he said.
  • I was expected to participate, to contribute, to comment, to help in the development of stories which grow ever more intricate.
  • "Unfortunately, for Target, the results were very similar across the board, suggesting the hyped collection is indeed off to a much worse than expected start," analysts wrote in a recent report.
  • Tika stood beside Gan, watching them. Ashta and Farn were slowly following the other Dragons, with frequent glances back. Without turning, Gan said: ‘Are they all right? Are you and Mim all right?’ And held his breath for fear he had made an error. But Tika only sighed, didnt snap at him as he had half expected.
  • At twenty minutes past three the next morning I drove out of the courtyard of 'The Three Bulls', Steeple Abbas. Alone, too, for it had begun to snow again, and although I was determined to sleep that night, or what remained of it, at Fallow, I would not take Jill with me for such an ugly run. As a matter of fact, I had started once with her in the car, but before we had got clear of the town, I had turned about and driven her back to the inn. The people had evidently half expected her back, for, as we stopped at the door, it was flung open and the landlord stood ready to welcome her in. The next moment I was once more on my way. In spite of the weather, the car went well, and I had soon covered more than half the distance.
  • The choir leader had expected his home coming to be crowned by a vision very different. He came up the walk slowly, not knowing what to say. She waited, outwardly calm, inwardly gathering power. White hot action from Fran, when the iron was to be welded. Out of the deepening shadows her will leaped keen as a blade.
  • When he opened his eyes, he thought that what he felt before was a dream, but what he felt now was more real than anything he had ever experienced. The creatures surrounding his body were nothing more than a distant memory. He reached to his chest, not knowing why. There was no pain as he had expected.
  • "Right this way," she said primly and led me through the door. She pointed me into a small room on the right. It had a small desk with two chairs pulled up in front. A fake fichus tree adorned one corner and a tinkling water fountain sat on a small table beside it. I half expected some sort of New-Age music to be playing, but the room, except for the sound of falling water, was quiet. "Please wait here," the girl said and closed the door behind her.
  • He had heard of the death of "King" Waldon, down in Samoa--Waldon, the trader, of the vanishing race of island adventurers--and he expected to travel about the south seas investigating the "king's" past, so he could write a book about the old viking. He had heard that Captain Shreve had known Waldon. Hence, he was honoring a cargo carrier with his presence instead of taking his ease upon a mail-boat.
  • I only hope we won't find out that he was serious, Dolly. You couldn't be expected to understand, but people like that are very different from ourselves. They haven't got a lot of civilized ideas to hold them in check, the way we have, and when they want something they come right out and say so, and if they can't get what they want by asking for it, they're apt to take it.
  • Neither will join the eu in its next round of enlargement, expected in 2004.
  • If they could but come upon such a place near the coast, where Waldo could keep a constant watch for passing vessel, he would have been as happy as he ever expected it would be possible for him in such a savage land.
  • He laughed merrily at his own joke, and glanced at Mrs. Chester, as if he expected her to laugh, too, and to be amused, but her eyes were troubled, and she was very thoughtful.
  • Tyke's recipe worked; for when Ditty sauntered to the poop a little later to receive the rebuke which he expected and which he was prepared to resent, the wind was taken out of his sails by the captain's good nature and pleasant smile.
  • Alec was something of a photographer, and had many good views in a book at home. He fully expected to do wonderful things with this expensive outfit, since the lens alone cost three times as much as his other camera complete.
  • Thank you! We will take you up on your kind offer. Lead us to the Dog Boy and I'll be forever in your debt, said Normal, ignoring the murmurs of protest from the droids. He looked at them for a moment as if daring them to come up with a different solution or to walk away. He half expected the droids to take the latter course of action, so bitter was the usual enmity between Jokers and droids. But surprisingly, the droids stayed put after treating him to the kind of reproachful look that he hadn't had since his grandmother passed away, the kind which said that they were hurt by what you did but were willing to put up with every slight and injury for your sake.
  • It was on a Wednesday evening, during the seventh episode of "The Murderers from a Residential Cell", when a handsome man from the early-reanimation unit fell into a coma, that is, he couldn't be woken up after the surgery using the usual methods, and a couple of unusual ones, as well. Nurse Janina wanted to call his family but a cell phone in the patient's locker was turned off and nobody knew the code. The patient slept sweetly, and no one could have suspected that it wasn't a normal sleep full of wet dreams, but a dangerous coma, which would last longer than expected.
  • Gladys got into bed and pulled the blankets over her head. It was the first time she had ever slept out of doors. She felt very small and lonesome and neglected. She had not wanted to come to this camp the least bit. Other summers she had always gone to Atlantic City or some other crowded, lively summer resort with her parents, where she had received considerable attention from young men, just like the older girls with whom she associated. Here, banished to the silent woods, she saw the summer stretch out endlessly before her, intolerably dull and uninteresting. She loved fluffy clothes and despised the bloomers and middies which the girls wore. She loved dainty table service and hated to cook. Up here she would be expected to help with the meals, and all there was to cook on was an open fire and a gasoline stove! What could her father have been thinking of to want her to join such a club! These girls were not in her own class; they went to public school, they were rough and horrid and threw each other into the water!
  • Cross-currents and whirlpools caught him as he neared the wall. He had expected them, too, and had made allowances for an irregular passage. A final riptide dragged him into the lee south of the tower. Max put out a hand and rested it against the piling supporting a rotting wharf, taking a moments rest. The suit of treated hides Karlini had dug out of a storeroom was supposedly waterproof. A trickle was running in down the back of Maxs neck, though, and several other small leaks were accumulating water in the attached booties; just enough to be thoroughly annoying. Max scratched between his shoulder blades, glowered at the suit, and then started measuring his way to the left along the bulge of the city.
  • At any moment he expected to find that the men whom he was following were returning to the beach to join their comrades; but evidently they had received strict orders to go straight to the cabins, for they went on, and he followed them. Now he availed himself of all the knowledge of stalking and trailing which he had gained in scoutcraft games at Pioneer Camp.
  • Maybe you do, replied the Captain with that maddening twinkle in his eye, "but anybody that calls the plural of 'moose' 'mooses' couldn't be expected to know much about them."
  • Connecticut anticipates a cost of about $30 million a year, said Kevin Counihan, the CEO of the Connecticut Health Insurance Exchange. Marylands exchange is expected to cost about $35 million in its first year, declining to $32 million in future years, said Rebecca Pearce, its executive director.
  • Get out of here, you! they yelled, and poor Piang hurriedly retreated to the stern. Much talk of the coming baile seemed to indicate that the sailors expected to return before evening, so Piang patiently squatted on a coil of rope, wondering when the mysteries of his errand would be revealed to him.
  • Sharon Phillips expected to see Nicole and Daniel in front of her when she walked through the kitchen. She laughed when she spotted Blake in a tight pair of shorts, and overmatched t-shirt, an old pair of running shoes, and the snow white headband.
  • "You will soon be dressing your men in petticoats! What is this?" shouted the regimental commander, thrusting forward his jaw and pointing at a soldier in the ranks of the third company in a greatcoat of bluish cloth, which contrasted with the others. "What have you been after? The commander in chief is expected and you leave your place? Eh? I'll teach you to dress the men in fancy coats for a parade.... Eh...?"
  • The ape-man rose, and Akut came slowly to his feet. Shaking his bullet head and growling angrily, he waddled toward his tribe, looking first at one and then at another of the larger bulls who might be expected to challenge his leadership.
  • The conference hall was set in the heart of the building and in all directions were opaque offices where shadowy figures could be seen going about their tasks like ghostly automatons. Kevin and Ian took their places and waited respectfully for the guest speaker, Mr. Earnest, to make his appearance. It was a little like being back at school, with the heads of department floating around like form teachers or prefects, making sure that nobody was lost, or slovenly, or impolite, so that no-one would let the side down and give the department, and therefore its overseer, a bad name. It was unnecessary fussing, as the selection committee made sure that such unruly elements never gained employment in the glasshouse, but they seemed to think that it was expected of them nonetheless, and would stroll from row to row making sure everything was in order and everyone under control, ushering people to their seats and handing out pieces of paper like fraught mothers. Among them Mr. Ward, clonic and clonal, so absorbed by the task in hand that he became virtually unapproachable.
  • Tim came to the meeting as clean as any scout in the troop. The patrol leader of the Foxes had left the key of his locker at home, and Fox patrol scouts who had expected to brush their shoes before the meeting was called found themselves face to face with a difficulty.
  • The effects of being in spider form for too long were wearing off, so she got up and circled the room. She had to keep moving to be able to think. It was all over now. She'd failed. There would be another hundred years of the same old thing. And Menkar wasn't even mad at her. He never expected anything to happen in the first place.
  • They're sure a cantankerous lot all through! grumbled the fat scout, looking carefully where he expected to plant his foot next; for, in spite of Rob's assurance, he was not quite so certain that the undergrowth beneath the bridge might not harbor some poisonous reptile which might strike unexpectedly.
  • She put out her hand and drew Agony down on the bed, laying cool fingers on her hot forehead. Agony, entirely taken aback by Miss Amesbury's sympathetic attitude, for she had expected nothing but scorn and contempt, broke down and began to weep wildly. Miss Amesbury let her cry for awhile for she knew that the overburdened heart and strained nerves must find relief first of all. After awhile she began to speak soothing words, and gradually Agony's tempestuous sobs ceased and she grew calm. Then the two talked together for a long while, of the dangers of ambition, the seeking for personal glory at whatever cost. When the rising sun began to redden the ripples on the river Agony's heart once more knew peace, and she lay sleeping quietly, worn out, but tranquil in conscience. She had at last found the courage to make her decision; she would tell the Camp at Morning Sing the true story of the robin, and decline the honor of the Buffalo Robe. Agony's torch, dim and smoky for so long, at last was burning bright and high.
  • Then Xaos was enraged. Arias? My suspicions were correct! A Dark Lord is aiding the First Children. I expected a trap, not a gift. Darkness will hear of this.
  • But to do this required the abandonment of his friend, Mickey O'Rooney, who would not have been within the cavern at that minute but for his efforts to rescue him from the same prison. It was hard to tell in what way the lad expected to benefit him by staying, and yet nothing would have persuaded him to do otherwise.
  • Brick watched on, amazed the spider's legs didn't entangle themselves. He felt sure some form of voodoo must be at work. Upon reaching the top of the little alien's head, Gordon lurched backwards, mumbling under his breath. Staring at the ceiling quizzically, a sense of relief washed across him as he fell towards the floor. Rather than the expected heap of spider landing awkwardly, an exact replica of Zarg appeared.
  • The Head Mother did not go back to her seat behind the desk, as Melisande expected she would, but sat in another chair in the circle. "I hear good things about you," Mother Mabonne told her. "The embroidery mistress is delighted with your work and Imelda's too. She says she can assign the two of you to anything, no matter how difficult, and you do a perfect job of it."
  • He could hear Elephant turning from side to side. Perhaps his arms pained him; and thinking thus Frank was sorry he had not insisted on swabbing them with some witch hazel which they kept handy in the shop, in case of bruises while working. But he did not think it good policy to disturb the entire bunch again in order to relieve the slight pain of Elephant who must sooner or later grow used to hard knocks, if he ever expected to face the world.
  • They walked on and on underground, meeting other tunnels at intersections where the black riverscurrents met and mingled and flowed on under the streets above. Russ was tired but alert, feeling as if he were operating on adrenaline alone. He had to be alert; because he still didnt know what was going to be expected of him when they reached the underside of the palace. Hed given up asking Currun for information; the man opened up only when he wanted to and got pissed off when he didnt. When Currun did clue him in, he didnt want to miss it. Bastard, he thought again. He likes keeping me hanging on his every word.
  • A half-hour before, Banker had seen Mok leave the hotel and make his way toward the Black Cat. He did not molest the rapidly walking negro. He would not have disturbed him for anything. But his watchfulness became so eager and intense that he almost, but not quite, exposed himself to the suspicion of a passing gendarme. He now expected Cheditafa, for the reason that the manner of the younger negro indicated that he was playing truant. It was likely that the elder man would go after him, and this was exactly what happened.
  • Gashanatantra hefted Pod Dall over his shoulder in what Shaa deemed a reasonable act of camaraderie and they set off down the tunnel, Svin leading the way from somewhere up ahead and Jurtan Mont monitoring whatever extrasensory channels he was prone to frequent. In the event, the tunnels condition was not too terrible, meaning that although earth and rock-fall were frequent there was no obstacle that they could not traverse with reasonable alacrity. Sooner than Shaa had expected they had already entered the region of sludge that implied they were close to the exit. He even allowed himself the momentary fantasy that this might in fact be the ending of the whole long business, that all that might remain would be some cleaning up and sorting out, and perhaps a few days off in the sun somewhere.
  • Eighty-four percent of homeowners ages 18-59 surveyed by Pulte said they did not have plans to downsize, which was particularly surprising, given that Baby Boomers have been expected to downsize en masse; many have been unwilling or unable to sell their large homes, however, due to the huge drop in home prices over the past five years.
  • Climb up, said he to Dantes. The young man obeyed, mounted on the table, and, divining the wishes of his companion, placed his back securely against the wall and held out both hands. The stranger, whom as yet Dantes knew only by the number of his cell, sprang up with an agility by no means to be expected in a person of his years, and, light and steady on his feet as a cat or a lizard, climbed from the table to the outstretched hands of Dantes, and from them to his shoulders; then, bending double, for the ceiling of the dungeon prevented him from holding himself erect, he managed to slip his head between the upper bars of the window, so as to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom.
  • However, they were the only four horses, alive or dead, in the whole town, so it was not to be expected that the people would know any better. They wept bitterly when they were sent away, and ten French soldiers were found floating in the canals that night. As a punishment for these murders a great many more of their pictures were sent away, and the soldiers took to breaking the statues and firing their muskets at the stained-glass windows.
  • The black wolf began to growl. Eyes of yellow gold stared from a face of such obvious intelligence that for a full half minute Corry expected the animal to speak. At last, the wolf leaned forward, sniffing. Corry felt that his heart would break through his ribs. Running is useless, he told himself over and over. Best to stay still.
  • I had to do it, of course. It took longer than expected because the envelope with the evaluation forms was not in his mail box. After handing me a batch of small pencils bound together by a rubber band, one of the secretaries grudgingly agreed to accompany me to Briggss office with the department master key to see if the evaluation forms were there. A fat elderly woman, she walked very slowly. When we finally got to his office, we found that Angie was there working in it. "You could have saved me a trip if you had just checked here first!" the secretary said accusingly.
  • Over 300 people a day are expected to visit the justice center in connection with policing, probation or court business.
  • Dexter nodded. Every pilot knew what it was like to be suddenly torn from the helm of a ship. To say it was disorienting was understating it. One moment you were one with the vessel, the next you were like a fish out of water, a fish that had gone from being a whale to a minnow in an instant. He shuddered in sympathy. A normal separation, where the change was gradual and the transition expected and accepted was far more preferable.
  • And it could be set down as certain that few of those who expected to join the adventurous spirits starting forth on the long mountain hike slept very soundly on the last night.
  • So not only am I battling their expected level of excellence, I am being measured by a fairy tale they have created of our own childhood. When my husband and I point out their lapses in perfect parenting, they smile calmly and mention they have recently been reminded of their psych courses in college when they learned of transference. I think about transferring some of the stale milk into their coffee in the morning.
  • And the dogs, as well as Flossy, were merrier still. They barked and laughed as only dogs can, and chased each other round and round in great circles, often disappearing for ten minutes at a time, and springing out and rolling Flossy over and over when she least expected them.
  • She knew, far better than the Baron, how deeply her daughter loved him; better, perhaps, even than Aurora herself. She, too, naturally hoped a higher alliance for Aurora; yet she was a true woman, and her heart was stronger than her ambition. The trifle of the wine was, of course, nothing; but it was open and marked recognition. She expected that Felix (after his wont in former times, before love or marriage was thought of for Aurora) would have come upon this distinct invitation, and taken his stand behind her, after the custom. But as he did not come, fresh guests and the duties of hospitality distracted her attention, and she again forgot him.
  • She kept looking at me as she walked parallel to the counter. Her mouth softened somewhat, but not her eyes. They looked like she expected pain, confrontation. She didn't blink. I felt a bit of a chill. I waited.
  • "Im scared of the future," said Melody, reflecting once again on everything her teacher had shared with her this evening. "Im scared of what I must do. Im scared of whats expected of me. It makes me really glad Mr. Conor is a strong man. It makes me glad hes kind of a scary man...."
  • Later on Abner and his companions expected to start out, for Paul was determined to learn all he could about this hard life of those who patrolled the coasts while the storms raged, a helpful auxiliary to the lighthouse department.
  • Now that Adam Armstrong had done all that there was to do, he went again to the cottage where Allan lay. He had paid several visits there, in the afternoon; but there was nought for him to do, and no comfort to be gained from the white face of the insensible lad. Meg assured him, however, that he was going on as well as could be expected.
  • Jamaican sprint king Usain Bolt will be expected to stay on course for a repeat sprint double by booking his place in the final of the 200m following Sunday
  • Arthaxiom woke up. He spat water and gasped for breath. He started coughing. There was sand under his hands. He managed to open his eyes and look around. He was on a beach. Probably still next to the same lake, but in a different place. Or maybe it was a different lake, just had the same pink colour? In any case, the peasant fish of his past was nowhere to be seen. He was pleased with that. That fish had beat him up good. He expected his whole face to stink of fish, but it smelled like pretty flowers instead. No complaints there either.
  • "I love you too," he said, the expected response. He put the coffee in the electric percolator and got the muffins, butter and marmalade from the refrigerator. He could hear the shower upstairs.
  • No sooner was the vessel near enough, than my foot was on the wharf, and I began to ascend the hill. From the summit of the latter I saw my late guardian hurrying along the road, it afterwards appearing that a stray paper from town had announced the arrival of the Dawn, and that I was expected to come up in the sloop. I was received with extended hands, was kissed just as if I had still been a boy, and heard the guileless old man murmuring his blessings on me, and a prayer of thankfulness. Nothing ever changed good Mr. Hardinge, who, now that he could command the whole income of his daughter, was just as well satisfied to live on the three or four hundreds he got from his glebe and his parish, as he ever had been in his life.
  • When this was done I returned to the patient, and Mr. Selby, taking my diagnosis, telegraphed the substance of it to Sir John Bell for his opinion. In due course the answer arrived from Sir John, regretting that there was no train by which he could reach Dunchester that night, giving the name of another doctor who was to be called in, and adding, incautiously enough, "Dr. Therne's diagnosis is purely theoretical and such as might be expected from an inexperienced man."
  • When I came to my lodgings, I found two notes: one from a person stiling himself a gentleman employed by the Earl; and another from Mr. Ellis, on the part of the Bishop: each requesting an interview. Answers not having been returned, these agents had come themselves; and, being informed that I was in the country, but was expected in town before the end of the week, they left a pressing message; desiring an answer the moment of my arrival.
  • Oh, said the Inspector, "it was a very fine thing indeed of Cameron. Louis 'the Breed' had been working the Bloods. We got on his track and headed him up in the Sarcee camp. He is rather a dangerous character and is related to the Sarcees. We expected trouble in his arrest. We rode in and found the Indians, to the number of a hundred and fifty or more, very considerably excited. They objected strenuously to the arrest of the half-breed. Constable Cameron and I were alone. We had left a party of men further back over the hill. The half-breed brought it upon himself. He was rash enough to make a sudden attack upon Cameron. That is where he made his mistake. Before he knew where he was Cameron slipped from his horse, caught him under the chin with a very nice left-hander that laid him neatly out, swung him on to his horse, and was out of the camp before the Indians knew what had happened."
  • Because she had suddenly realised that he was even more wonderful than she had expected or remembered, and that she did not know him at all--that she had no knowledge of this tall, handsome, well-built young fellow with his sunburnt features and his air of smiling aloofness and of graceful assurance, almost fascinating and a trifle disturbing.
  • We're outside and walking down the street. The ghost holds onto the fences and takes little nervous steps and I'm glad there's no one around. I try to tell the ghost this body's different to what she remembers. I try to help her get the hang of it but I'm not getting through. She's too freaked. She's sort of distracted. I think she expected to be in a woman.
  • David would not have been as happy as he was if he had known all that was going on in the settlement. As it happened, his father and brother were not the only ones he had to fear. These two had an eye on the money he expected to earn by trapping the quails, and for that reason they were not disposed to interfere with him until his work was all done and he had reaped the reward of it; but there were two others who had suddenly made up their minds that it was unsportsmanlike to trap birds and that it should not be done if they could prevent it.
  • Gritting his teeth, Aiden managed to focus enough to strike back, swinging his sword at the warrior's legs. The barbarian obviously hadn't expected him to survive that blow, and was unprepared for the riposte. With the power of a dead wizard's incantation of strength behind his sword arm, Aiden cleanly severed both of the warrior's legs off at the calves, his master-crafted blade cutting through the unarmoured flesh as would a knife through butter.
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  • Mirra dug in the vegetable garden, taking care not to harm any of the fat earthworms she found there. She had seen no one in two days. That did not surprise her, although she had expected some wounded soldiers and was disappointed that none had come her way. The deer came at her call, but seemed more nervous than usual. They stayed only long enough to snatch the sweet bread she gave them before vanishing into the woods once more.
  • It was a warm spring day, and, putting his hand into the water, Ted found it to be only agreeably cool. His decision was instantly made: he would have those ducks if he had to swim for them. Deaf to July's urgent warnings of the danger of alligators, moccasins, and what not, he stripped to his shoes, and stepped out of the boat, surprised to find the water deeper than he had expected.
  • She was so artless, so simple, and so natural that Heron was completely taken off his usual mental balance. He had expected to find the usual setting to the dramatic episodes which he was wont to conduct screaming women, a man either at bay, sword in hand, or hiding in a linen cupboard or up a chimney.
  • Maggie nodded and ate a few more bites, but the news of Nicolas's disappearance had stolen her appetite. Huss took a book from his shelves and leafed through it a few minutes, then sat with his long fingers entwined, watching her until he was satisfied that she had eaten as much as she could be expected to.
  • It was definitely curious about kissing ShariI think it merely another step on the path of our relationship. Not that I expected there to be any more steps after that, but it was a step that was out there if it was meant to be.
  • "I see," he said, laughing, "you are come here to do likewise. I, myself, at about your age, undertook the same spirited enterprise. I raised no less a sum than five hundred thousand francs to begin with; I expected to carry all before me by the simple expedient of going on doubling my stakes. I had heard of it, and I fancied that the sharpers, who kept the table, knew nothing of the matter. I found, however, that they not only knew all about it, but had provided against the possibility of any such experiments; and I was pulled up before I had well begun by a rule which forbids the doubling of an original stake more than four times consecutively."
  • John, however, was in no condition to say anything. He shivered and shook, and kept glancing fearfully at the entrance to the cave as though he expected some great ogre or dragon to emerge any moment.
  • China has seen significant wage growth in its coastal areas, and this is expected to spill over into second and third tier cities next year, he said. Wage income for urban households rose 9.8 percent in the first three quarters of the year.
  • James paid their bill. They took separate cars to Kyle's house. As expected, Kyle was not there. As expected too, his girlfriend, Sue, was not there. There was no sign of a car. Mail had gathered in the post box along with a scrawled warning from the postman. James judged that he had been gone for at least two days, maybe more.
  • In the tumult and wild maelstrom of the fight the revolvers' crackling seemed to produce little effect. If Stern expected that this unknown weapon would at once bring panic and quick victory he reckoned without the berserker madness and the stern mettle of this horde of raging Lanskaarn.
  • "More likely the prison did that to you," Sam guessed. They went back and forth several times trying to work it out. Finally, Chance decided to risk it: the plan at least intrigued him. That afternoon Chance wrote a long letter to the Neelys and one to the Sutcliffes, telling them what he intended to do. He expected it could take him up to two years on this project.
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