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  • The next morning they crossed the river on the huge raft the trolls had fashioned, Mirra clad in a clean, dry robe that Mord had somehow laundered. Although it remained overcast, no rain fell as they entered the gloomy forest on the far bank. Bane set off immediately, leaving the rest of the army to catch up. Mirra started at shadows, imagining dark shapes flitting through the trees all around them, hidden by the gloom. She told herself that these were vampires that had flown across the river, following as they always did, but closer now that they travelled within the dim forest.
  • The blankets fell open, exposing part of her left breast. She examined it, not for lumps, but for its substance and texture as a sexual object. She laughed, without feeling. This was the piece of protruding flesh that turned mens heads, that they loved to handle and kiss and admire, and, not for the first time, she wondered about its fascination. Her breasts were small, with thick nipples which she considered ugly, and she was convinced they had lost their firmness. No fear of her tits fascinating men! Not that she cared. They seemed to retreat from the cold and were suddenly covered in goose pimples. She looked at her belly which was still slim but its skin was somehow slack, and blemished, as she thought of it, with the wrinkles of an ancient.
  • It was a very small consolation, given that the meals overall were not that great, and that I had somehow suckered myself into paying money for them. It would seem that the marketing folks fooled me once again with their clever food names - "meatloaf," indeed! - and their brightly decorated packaging. I somehow felt used and dirty from the whole experience. But hey, at least the peas and carrots were good!
  • The well-known sounds from the church steeple had told them that; and somehow every fellow counted the strokes aloud, as though on this night in particular they meant far more than at other times.
  • Then it happened. She heard everything around her just like Arkin had taught them. She was aware of what everything was, and she could feel her mind and body filling with energy. Strange dreams suddenly filled her minds eye. Dreams she wasnt in control of but could still see, hear, and feel. Time seemed not to exist either, but somehow she knew how long she was out. She brought herself out of the waking sleep and looked at Arkin, who was smiling in the light of the sunrise. She slumped down.
  • "My curse, Gabes scars, Beals burdens," Anubis put the pan back on the stove, reset the time and began to gently stir it. "Its unfair of us to pin so much hope on you, but I think we all have and we are all somehow connected. Connected on a level that is unfathomable to anyone outside of it. Even Lucifer has trouble understanding it. There is a deep, emotional and physical need to have you around, at least for the four of us. Thats why we took turns babysitting you as a child and why we will do anything to protect you through the Maturing."
  • My sisters soul must somehow understand that Im her Guardian for life. So she will always have this place reserved in my heart for her alone. Until recently, I didnt think I could love anyone elsenot in the way they deserved to be loved at least. Ember keeps me near the brink of insanity most days. Im usually focused on her and trying to keep her safe from herself. Most girls that are looking for a relationship wouldnt appreciate how overly protective I am when it comes to my sister.
  • She felt the closeness of someone beside her, and she turned to ask a question of Nicolas. But it was not Nicolas with herit was Jerome. She was startled, even in her dream, but somehow it was good to have him near.
  • "Hey, Grandpa. Nice duds," I said, brushing aside the conversation with Alison. Thomas was wrong. Hed as much as admitted that close proximity to an Eternal limited his ability to predict the future. somehow Id rescue Leanne, and Alex. The only person I had to worry about killing was Aeshma, and I was certain Id be able to live with myself once I did. And no, I wasnt in denial.
  • Stella scarcely heard her husband and the doctor come in. For a weary age she had been sitting in a low rocker, a pillow across her lap, and on that the little, tortured body swaddled with cotton soaked in olive oil, the only dressing she and Mrs. Howe could devise to ease the pain. All those other things which had so racked her, the fight on the Tyee, the shooting of Billy Dale, they had vanished somehow into thin air before the dread fact that her baby was dying slowly before her anguished eyes. She sat numbed with that deadly assurance, praying without hope for help to come, hopeless that any medical skill would avail when it did come. So many hours had been wasted while a man rowed to Benton's camp, while the Chickamin steamed to Roaring Springs, while the Waterbug came driving back. Five hours! And the skin, yes, even shreds of flesh, had come away in patches with Jack Junior's clothing when she took it off. She bent over him, fearful that every feeble breath would be his last.
  • The house, although damaged, was still habitable; the breaches in the walls were quickly repaired, and the pipes of the chimneys were patched together again somehow
  • The car turns onto St Aldates. We head downhill, past the Town Hall and Christ Church's medieval bulk. I keep singing partly to annoy the cops, but more to drown out the murmur of voices in my head. somehow I have to keep the ghosts away.
  • She got up from the table and paced the room, planning her day. She would go out to lunch and indulge in the dissipation of a matinee. Perhaps she would stay out to dinner and come back she shivered unconsciously and looked round the room. somehow she did not look forward to an evening spent alone in her flat.
  • I sat back from the computer screen and sighed. It was late, 11:33. Too late. I was due at the store in the morning for first shift. That meant if I somehow lost consciousness right then I could get five hours of sleep.
  • No, she had one friend that she felt she could trust and that friend was even now in the clutches of the Great Wizard's soldiers. somehow she had to save Elke. But what could she do?
  • Sallis shrugged. Nothing to see or smell, but the escapee's footprints somehow burned in his mind. Only without seeing. Definitely the strangest sensation in a week of odd feelings, and worse than the time manipulation.
  • December leaned her chair back. "Oh, come on, silly. Gimme the address." Decembers iPhone soon added a third female voice to the cabin. Siris instructions deposited the convertible and its crew at the base of a gleaming, mirrored seven-or-eight story building, with a front that was curved in such a way as to suggest a great cruise liner somehow beached on the banks of the American river. It was just after four oclock.
  • Well, we were both always on the pier, she explained. "And--and somehow Hilary got to know father, and--and father introduced him to me."
  • When I looked at this band of powerful, lithe, wiry, covetous savages, and thought of the hundreds of others whom they could summon by a single war-whoop to their side, and of the smallness of our own party, I could not help feeling that moral influence was a powerful factor in the affairs of man. No doubt they were restrained to some extent by the certain knowledge that, if they attacked and killed us, and appropriated our goods without the preliminary ceremony of barter, the white men would not only decline to send them goods in future, but would organise a force to hunt down and slay the murderers: nevertheless, savages are not much given to prudential reasoning when their cupidity or passions are roused, and I cannot help thinking that we owed our safety, under God, to the belief in the savage mind that men who put themselves so completely in their power, as we did, and who looked so unsuspicious of evil, must somehow be invulnerable.
  • To confess the truth, Cuthbert, I hung around for a long time to get a glimpse of that little cousin you spoke of, and fortune was kind enough to let me see her several times. Just as you say, she looks like a fairy and somehow made me think of a picture I have of my mother when she was young. I had quite a little talk with her, too, which made it very pleasant. And while I'm about it I might as well own up that the sight of her, together with the thoughts swarming into my mind, caused me to finally wander off into the woods, where alone I could fight the whole thing out and come to such a conclusion as the mother I loved would have had me do. It's been a hard tussle, I tell you, but I think I've won out, he said, with a quiver in his voice, and it was easy to see that the lad had been recently racked by emotions that for some time he had succeeded in keeping under restraint.
  • Her touch somehow or, other banished his pettishness, enabling him to see that Mrs Gilmour was only joking, and that he had but played into her hands, as he said to himself, by losing his temper over it.
  • My spirit light somehow managed to break free of the inner fires containment. It started to escape in small streams from my fingertips. I instantly looked in the mirror and realized, to my horror, that I was illuminating! Panic swept through me as several other girls inquired about my status behind the curtain.
  • They traveled on the next day, stopping to cook their dinner over an open fire and the boys declared they had even beaten Ma Merkel at the cooking game. Though Billee Dobb was heard to complain that the beans, which Dick passed to him, somehow lacked the home ranch flavor.
  • At first Cameron rubbed his eyes as if his Scotch vision had somehow gone agley; but, gradually, whatever incongruity had manifested at first died away.
  • As they packed into the car, Todd had an epiphany of sorts. He realized Jim and Sandra Richards seemed like exactly the parents he wanted. They talked to him; they were interested in what was happening in his life and where he was going. And at the same time, he wished very badly that something dismal would happen to themnot a robbery or a murder, of course, but perhaps Jim could trip and somehow find himself with a broken arm and Olivers ice cream all over his face. "Ugh," he thought to himself, peeved. "Twenty more miles, and how many of their disgusting songs will they force upon me along the way? Why did Edgar have to forget to get gas? Why didnt Reginald send me an invitation and a limousine to the convention? Why couldnt I get nuts just because Sandra cant eat them?" Irritated and upset, he crammed himself into the backseat again, where Oliver greeted him with a smile and a sticky slap.
  • In giving his word Jetson had told the truth, or had intended to. The exact truth was that he really did not realize what he had done until it was too late to avoid the foul. He had meant to stop Darrin, somehow.
  • Sam hated walking at night. She hated the dark, hated not knowing what could be watching her this very second. Her body shivered involuntarily. The sensation was creepy, until she realized that the shaking was originating from her bag. She pulled out her tablet, shifting it to get around the weird silver box that she was almost surprised to see. She had forgotten to take it out again. While she didn't understand it, somehow it felt wrong to leave it behind. A small envelope sat on the screen.
  • If I somehow came into a boatload of money, I think I would hire a team of workers. That way I could find a nice elderly couple and stake them out. Waiting for the day before the first big snowstorm of the season. Then I could go in and remove all the doors and windows. Enjoying the tea and biscuits they would no doubt offer up, knowing that I was hours away from high-tailing it out of there with all their doors and windows in my possession. Back to my secret lair like some sort of hardware Grinch. Reading about them the next day. The two frozen corpses found sitting in their living room waist deep in a snow drift. Pictures of their grandchildren buried on the coffee table where only hours before I had enjoyed a few Gingersnaps and tales of their exploits in WW II.
  • Markman looked up in disbelief. Ahmed had somehow gotten back up and again held Cassiopia. He stood behind her, one arm around her neck, the broken wrist dangling painfully at the end of it. With his other hand he had leveled the point of the switchblade to the side of her throat.
  • Weldon bought the tickets, then they went to the concession stand and loaded up, served by a dour old man even shorter than Freek who looked as if he had been working there all his life and didn't much appreciate it. They left the concession stand, walking down a carpeted corridor, found their theater and went in. There was only a handful of other people sprinkled about in the seats, and they took a row in the middle, somehow finding room for all of Mink's shopping bags.
  • I thought Larry Bird's entrance would be the diversionary tactic that we needed to escape, so I motioned over to E and Beast that it was time to go. We quickly shuttled toward the door but were blocked by the owner, Mr. Morioto, who somehow had beaten us to the door. I swear I never saw the man move but he was so quick that any escape attempt on our part seemed pointless. Morioto yelled, "You punks rob me for last time! I call police!" E said, "Easy, Mr. Miyagi," making a reference to the wise Asian man in The Karate Kid.
  • This wasn't su'prisin' considerin' his own luck, but somehow it made Big Frank uneasy. He hit the trail 'fore daylight the next morning and didna stop to look at traps, but just made tracks watching out for some sign of Bill. Long about noon he found him by a deadfall alongside of a bar. Of course the critter was dead, and Bill would have been if he had to lay there much longer. Seems in resetting the deadfall the lever with which he was raising the 'fall' log broke, and somehow Bill got one leg under it and there he was caught in his own trap and with a broken leg to boot. Lucky for Bill it was early in the season, or he would have frozen to death long 'fore Frank got there. As it was he was in pretty bad shape. If he'd been trapping alone it would have been the end of him."
  • "That is a fairly recent occurrence, by my estimation of time at any rate. As you very well know, this was to be a place of punishment, reflection and waiting. One fine day, one of the nameless God's servants somehow convinced Him that there were people in these lands that in life deserved to be here through their actions, but were of... well, a better heart then their actions in life showed them to have. This servant said that there would be some among the dishonored who would repent, embracing the nameless One and aiding His cause."
  • At last, late in the night, she fell asleep and slept soundly until morning. When finally she did awake, it was with the feeling that somehow something had changed.
  • Catrin tried very hard to shake the illusions surrounding her guide, and she concentrated on sensing the being beneath the robe. She explored the energy and tried to envision the shape based upon the aura she sensed. Only a fuzzy impression was revealed to her. Concentrating harder, she nearly stumbled when she sensed a male aspect of his energy; the sudden rush of it was bizarre yet wonderful. Her heart leaped to her throat, though, when he stopped gliding and turned to face her. Mortified that he had somehow sensed her intrusion, she froze, and despite his face being hidden in darkness, the reprimand was palpable.
  • "Good night, Princess." And she cuddled closer and he now really got a good feel of her bra. somehow he managed to finally achieve sleep, smelling strawberries and apples and listening to Sarahs soft snore.
  • One by one the stars had made their appearance, until now the heavens fairly glittered with them. How pretty they looked up there in the great blue vault in which they seemed the choicest settings of an angel's handiwork! somehow they seemed to sparkle more brightly, and the sky seemed a richer cobalt, than the sky the boys knew at home. But they missed many of the stars which they loved in America. The swift airplane in which they rode had taken them, day by day, and night by night, away from them. Many stars which were unknown to them had taken their places, and they realized more strongly than all the pictures in the world could have shown them how very unlike were the skies of the northern and southern hemispheres.
  • The other ghosts don't like it. I'm guessing this is not why she's here. somehow the other ghosts get through to her and we're leaving the weeds and looking round for something to wipe our hands. Just as we step out of the garden, a lady comes out of a house down the road. The ghost turns and hurries up to her.
  • "To divert the Portuguese fleet. Its so obvious. He somehow discovered Queen Janahara had paid the Portuguese Viceroy to ship cannons to Malik Ambar. If the Marathas had gotten cannon, they could have defended Ahmadnagar forever. So he tricked the Portuguese into searching for the English fleet that wasnt there. The Portuguese are a lot more worried about their trade monopoly than about what happens to Prince Jadar. He knew they would be."
  • "Shut up, Pim!" snapped the taller man, cutting the other short, much to Paul's regret; for somehow he just felt that the conversation was reaching an interesting point, and that if the tramp kept on he might have mentioned something worth while.
  • He decided to wait for a train, realising that the only difference between living and committing suicide consisted of about fifteen seconds of action. He could climb onto the parapet, leap, and leave the unfortunates to clean up the mess. He tried to imagine what it would be like, but he failed, always seeing himself die as if he were watching a film, seeing his guts explode in slow-motion, a Hollywood association. somehow 'committed suicide at twenty-eight by jumping in front of train' didn't seem to fit in, wouldn't allow itself to become reality.
  • At the moment when Demetri took Leah in his arms, Aro motioned to the Volturi to leave, and they vanished from the beach in what seemed like a shimmer of movement. They were back to acting in unison. Their departure left only my family here, all staring at Leah and Demetri entwined in each others arms. They seemed to fit together perfectly, and I knew their relationship would somehow find a way.
  • It had been such a long day and both girls somehow missed their afternoon naps. Tressa and Angel were both showing signs of fatigue as they lumbered in through the back door. somehow they had found the patches of mud, for their legs and arms were filthy.
  • Once, when I was a little girl, I had gone hiking in the woods with my family. somehow I got separated from them. I think I stopped to tie my shoe or something, and when I looked up they were gone. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. I turned all around, calling frantically, and then couldn't remember which way I had been going. I started to run, yelling out for my dad, tripping over roots and fallen branches, and ripping a huge hole in the knee of my pants.
  • Finding out the road, they speeded to the place. It did not look very promising, a small, badly fitted up auto station, run by an elderly man with red rimmed, watery eyes, looking out from behind a pair of horn spectacles that somehow gave him the odd look of a frog.
  • Ralph Brandon, began Thornton, "was a man of many high qualities, but of unbounded pride, and utterly impracticable. He was no judge of character, and therefore was easily deceived. He was utterly inexperienced in business, and he was always liable to be led astray by any sudden impulse. somehow or other a man named Potts excited his interest about twelve or fifteen years ago. He was a mere vulgar adventurer; but Brandon became infatuated with him, and actually believed that this man was worthy to be intrusted with the management of large business transactions. The thing went on for years. His friends all remonstrated with him. I, in particular, went there to explain to him that the speculation in which he was engaged could not result in any thing except loss. But he resented all interference, and I had to leave him to himself.
  • He floated, a pseudonymous unit, acting, writing, lecturing. somehow or other the weekly two or three pounds reached Madge, and the wolf still howled outside her door and found no entrance.
  • Speaking of yachts, Cappy continued, "the case of old Cap'n Cliff Ashley suggests a cure for this boy Matt. Cap'n Cliff was a Gloucester fisherman, with the smartest little schooner that ever came home from the Grand Banks with halibut up to her hatches. He couldn't read or write and he'd never learned navigation; but he'd been born with the instincts of a homing pigeon, and somehow whenever he pointed his schooner toward Gloucester he managed to arrive on schedule; and any time he got a good fair breeze from the west, like as not he'd run over to England and sell his catch there.
  • Suppose somehow that you could get into that time bubble, that bubble of history, and travel with it.
  • As the evening grew on apace Thad was watching for the chance he wanted, to get a few words in private with the younger guide. Jim somehow had interested Thad from the start. He never said anything about himself or his folks; but somehow the young patrol leader had been drawn toward Jim. He believed the fellow to be a sturdy chap, clean and honest as any guide ever employed by big game hunters in the Maine woods. And now that it began to appear that there was a little mystery attached to his past, of course Thad felt a deeper interest in Jim than ever.
  • What put the thought in my head was a perfectly prosaic television programme. When I saw the children playing ball on the landing it seemed charmed, idyllic but not strange. Then, taking a break from all this, I saw the programme. It said what I already knew; before the 18th century children were treated as miniature adults, the concept of play was far from what it is today. Not that children didnt play, after all there were plenty of games for grownups: there were cards and chess and dice, most of all dancing, and several games with balls. somehow these games on the landing were different; they were inspirational, they were only for the children centred round Edward and somehow or other they always had to do with the Marbles.
  • I don't know why, remarked Allan, as they were cooking a little lunch that noon; "but somehow that island over there looks mighty inviting to me."
  • Chuck tried to jump in with a point of order, but the older man refused to yield the floor. "It also turned out those investments Bo made for our future was in his brother's buildin' business. somehow his brother and my band went bust at the same time.
  • Grandpa appeared in front of me suddenly. "Oops," he said, then was gone again. I guess he'd somehow managed to miss this beastie during his little scouting mission.
  • This old gentleman had the reputation of being about the wickedest man in England. Even on the bench he now and then showed his scorn of opinion. He had carried cases his own way, it was said, in spite of counsel, authorities, and even of juries, by a sort of cajolery, violence, and bamboozling, that somehow confused and overpowered resistance. He had never actually committed himself; he was too cunning to do that. He had the character of being, however, a dangerous and unscrupulous judge; but his character did not trouble him. The associates he chose for his hours of relaxation cared as little as he did about it.
  • I wish I were going down with you, Joe, said Peter to me, "but I can't get away till to-morrow. I've got that sick rouseabout on my hands, and I'll have to see him fixed up somehow and started off to the hospital" (the nearest was a hundred miles away). "And, by the way, I've taken up a collection for him; I want a few shillings from you, Joe. I nearly forgot you. The poor fellow only got in about a fortnight's work, and there's a wife and youngsters in Sydney. I'll be down after you to-morrow. I promised to go to Comesomehow* and get the people together and start an agitation for a half-time school there. Anyway, I'll be there by the end of the week. Good-bye, Joe. I must get some more money for the rouser from some of those chaps before they start."
  • Mr. Pettiway later declared it was the worst trip ever. He'd somehow ended up the stream, staggered back soaking wet and wound up in the hospital with pneumonia. Still, he felt lucky. When the hook had reached out and seized him by the collar, and he'd been spun around and seen that look in those eyes, he thought for sure he was a goner.
  • "While I make no judgment on your view of your life, Master Rommus, I must say with all due respect that I have had much longer than your lifetime to consider such things. I was born long before the men who laid the first blocks to build this very city, and yet the truths you have discovered in your short life have evaded me. These things seem so simple and true now that you say them, and yet somehow none of it has ever come to me. You told me before that I was the most intelligent man you had ever met. I must return the statement in kind."
  • A tingle ran up my spine as I noticed a large painting of the woman from my dream. Her hair was up in braids and she was smiling. Below the frame, a brass plate said simply, "Prima." I shivered and ran my fingers across the carved wood of the frame. Whoever she was, we were connected somehow.
  • You should have seen the faces of my men when I took them to the spot and asked them to remove all the big boulders. In order to set them a good example, I myself started moving the rocks about, the smaller ones for preference. We worked and worked hour after hour, jamming our fingers and feet all the time as we pushed the rocks to one side and the other of the little channel, only 4 ft. wide, which we were making. The language of my men was pretty enough, but as long as they worked I had to put up with it. Alcides, who was really a great worker, and whose principal fault was that he would never save himself, worked with tremendous vigour that day. somehow or other the men seemed to think the work hard.
  • I think I managed to keep the disappointment off of my face. Rachel at least didn't seem to notice. somehow I'd lost track of the fact that it was a Wednesday, and Brandon therefore wouldn't be taking me home.
  • She found herself floating on her back on the calm, glassy surface of the sea, miles from anywhere, peering upward at the sky, a boundless azure dome painted with angelic wisps of frozen clouds miles and mile above. The overwhelming sense of her own vastness was gone; she was merely human now; but her diminution didnt frighten or concern her, nor the fact that she was far, far from home, floating in the middle of the ocean. There was no danger here, no questions, no past, no future. Melody somehow couldnt feel it, and it wasnt important, but she knew she was smiling. She closed her eyes.
  • Let's use it, then, and be quick about it, suggested Harry. "I don't somehow like the looks of this place. I'd like to be on the little old Eagle again and homeward bound."
  • It was while Rod was filled with this sense of anxiety that he noticed something calculated to arouse new hope; for somehow he found himself in sympathy with the French soldiers, perhaps because they had been the under dog in the other war, when their fair country was overrun by Bismarck's armies.
  • A fucking smile. It was the final insult. This was meant to be Peter's time, but somehow the old man had managed to steal it away. He was happy to die. It was like saying 'fuck you, I'm outta here, you're on your own now'.
  • Not a soul in the world, so far as I know, unless I may call you a friend, Doctor, answered Dick. "Of course there is Cuthbertson, the family solicitor and the sole executor of my father's will; but the suggestion conveyed by this letter from my mother is that something has somehow gone wrong with him, and he may not be available."
  • Rodriguez suddenly felt that his left shoe was off and his right eye still bandaged, things that he had not noticed while his only thought was for the man he carried to shelter, but torturing his consciousness now that he thought of himself. He opened his lips to explain; but before words came to him, looking at the face of Serafina's mother, standing now by the couch, he felt that, not knowing how, he had somehow wronged the Penates of this house, or whatever was hid in the dimness of that long chamber, by carrying in this young man there to rest from his hurt.
  • I had fallen for the oldest trick in the coaching book; somehow I had forgotten my days of playing for my dad when I was a kid. He would always yell at and criticize me to both avoid hurting the other playersfeelings and downplay my own contribution. Of course, the fact that my dad continued to berate me when the other guys were gone sort of took any remaining joy out of the event. I would learn to tune out Coach Shaw real quick, just as I had done to my own father.
  • Shyly and yet with an admiration that she did not attempt to conceal Mollie glanced up at her companion. Billy was always so determined, so sure of his own ideas of right and wrong, that once having made a decision or taken a step, he never appeared to regret it afterwards. And this attitude under the present circumstances was a consolation to Mollie. For oftentimes since Polly's return and while enduring her reproaches, she had experienced twinges of conscience for having concerned an outsider in their family affairs, though somehow Billy did not seem like an outsider. Polly had insisted that she had been most unwise in asking him to look up Esther and herself immediately upon his arrival in New York. How much better had she waited and let Polly make her confession to their mother later, thus saving all of them excitement and strain! However, since Billy was still convinced that he would do the same thing over again in a similar position, Mollie felt her own uncertainty vanish.
  • From the fourth floor canteen of the glasshouse, perched on a stool, looking down through the tinted glass windows at the town below, Kevin felt aloof, wise, superior even. The glasshouse often had this effect on him, giving him the impression that he was somehow apart from the masses, as distant and unequivocal as logic itself. From up there it was easy to understand, removed and analytical, seated above the accident ridden streets, coolly observing how bulldozer destiny rammed its way through the town strewing tragicomedy in its wake.
  • Sure, i had to bolster some outside walls with hastily improvised buttresses, but bless it all, somehow she made it through.
  • "I know how to summon it if that's what you mean. There's a feeling I have in my stomach, and I can elevate it somehow and call it. It came to me naturally as soon as I put it on."
  • Of all the media, Fox was predictably the most hysterical and angry. Hannity went on a tear, insisting without proof, like always, that these groups were somehow "racist." OReilly, true to form, repeated a slur he had used in the past, calling the movement "led by wetbacks." Limbaugh also repeated some prior race baiting of his. "Lazy MexicansI didnt know they had it in them to work hard for anything." Michael Savage, of course, was somehow convinced it was all a conspiracy by Muslims.
  • They looked at each other, the man and the girl, while the wild fear in her heart began to still. The dust of the drive was thick on his boots, his clothes, his face, but the soil of travel could not obscure the power of his carriage, the strong lines of his shoulders, the set of his broad, flat back, any more than it could tarnish her rarity, the sweetness of blood in her that under his gaze beat faintly into her dusky cheeks. The still force of him somehow carried reassurance to her. Such virility of manhood could not be marked for extinction.
  • Connor sat up with a smile on his face, which surprised everyone, especially her father. "I knew I didnt make a mistake! I can learn a lot from you." He stood up and dusted himself off like he didnt have any damage and upon closer inspection he had somehow managed to come out unscathed. "If I didnt jump back when I did, that kick would have easily cracked several ribs."
  • "Well, now," Phil admitted, "I somehow had an idea that storm had chased up when we didn't chance to be watching, and lightning had struck a tree close to the place where we happened to be standing looking at that crazy man wave his arms."
  • Listen!"" he ordered tensely, tightening his grasp on his companion's wrist. ""Whatever happens to us, we've got to save those papers. If we can hide them before those damned rats get us, there's always a chance that our friends will find them somehow and send them on."
  • The volleyball nets had been removed, and the only pieces of sports equipment anyone could see were a pair of peach-colored balls in Ms. Downings hands. She gathered all of the students around to tell them theyd be heading outside to the utility field for a game of kickball. Most of the students were pleased, but it irritated Avery that their teacher had somehow sidled up next to Carter to make her announcement. She was letting their arms graze each other, trying to make it seem natural, but it only served to enrage Avery.
  • Britney nodded slowly, "Yeah, he thought it was somehow related to a wolf, but bigger and stronger, with claws like something out of a slasher movie. He was causing such a stir in St. George they finally fired him. They said he was sensationalizing the attack to get his fifteen minutes of fame. Daddy tried to get access to the bodies, to provide a second opinion even though that isn't his real area of expertise, but they blocked him cold. He thinks they were worried about scaring away the tourists. They had to make the accident go away, to save the local economy."
  • I was still thinking about all the ways I could get hurt when I stepped through the no-man's land and into the circle. The parts of me that weren't emotionally dead, that were still behaving rationally despite the accident, were screaming in terror. There probably wasn't anyone in the school that knew less about fighting than me. I knew I should turn around and run away before Cassie realized I was serious, but somehow I didn't care.
  • I know'd if I went back home I wouldn't rest for I felt it my duty to be out. And when out, I was somehow or other always delighted to be in the thickest of the danger. A few of us, therefore, determined to push on and join the army. The number I do not recollect, but it was very small.
  • Eertus entire body shivered. Whatever power that had come over him was now gone. His senses returned the foreign thoughts that had forced their way into his mind now pushed aside. Released from his torment he looked for somebody to take his anger out on. One remaining warrior stood over Dredrik. The hulking man swung his hammer in a powerful downward stroke. somehow Dredrik was able to bring his shield up just in time to deflect the deadly blow.
  • The second item Pearl had on the agenda was to somehow reward Arnold and the tellers for the ordeal they had been through. Pearl beneath her appearance of being unemotional, firm and in control, had a genuine affection for all her subjects. Seeing them being hurt or put in compromising positions affected her quite deeply.
  • Then something mystifying and unexpected happened. I was forcibly stoppeddead in my tracks. I had somehow run right into the center of an invisible bubble of some kind??
  • Ileana bowed and left. Jessamine frowned at the formal behavior, but she was aware as much as her friend of the importance of that night. somehow she wished it was over already so she could rush to Ileana's room and discuss it with her.
  • No matter how hopeless things seemed he knew had to be positive. Sure he was in a fix but somewhere, somehow there had to be an answer. The only possible course of action was to keep on looking until he found a solution, not to give up prematurely or spend his time perpetually casting around for excuses, or, even worse, waiting for a miracle to happen. Even if miracles did sometimes happen, they didnt happen to people like him. No, the only person that could save him now was himself. It was time to finally recognise that enduring reality.
  • He shrugs. "It just happened. It sounded like a good idea, and then it turned into what I was going to do, and then it somehow became my whole life."
  • Joe Winters had been trying to come to grips all day with the double shock of marriage and then baby. somehow the news of the pregnancy had cushioned the blow of his daughter's impending marriage and the pure joy it brought to his wife, who had come in with the twins to give Valerie a big hug.
  • She followed him out to the landing. She wanted to see what sort of guard was kept and what possibilities there were of escape. somehow it seemed easier to make a reconnaissance now under his very eyes than it had been in the night, when in every shadow had lurked a menace.
  • He tried to keep his attention on Dr. Harris. It usually took some concentration just to follow what she was talking about. She was clear-spoken with a Midwestern accent, but she used a huge vocabulary of words, some of which Trey had never heard. She used those words very precisely, somehow managing to sound like she'd just stepped out of one of those old English novels she spoke so passionately about. Dull, he'd originally thought, back at the beginning of the term, downright boring . . . until she'd slipped a brief selection from Fanny Hill into one of those huge reading packets. He'd been skimming through it, not really paying attention, until he realized what he was reading -- 18th-century porn! The next class discussion had been, well, interesting to say the least, and no one had a bigger grin than Dr. Harris.
  • "Troll brides are usually spoils of war, and human captives are occasionally...somewhat reluctant," Thomas said as he somehow managed to store his three-foot lute into his two-foot knapsack. (I still don't know how he does that.) "The Bridal Tower is as much a prison as this dungeon was, albeit a much more comfortable one."
  • Many times, Jimmy, replied Ned, "and we always managed to pull through, somehow or other. We will again, as sure as anything, even if I can't tell you just how it's going to happen. Besides a scarcity of food, we have to face a water famine, you must remember."
  • The mad-hatter, slowly lifted the single card and flipped it face-up onto the table revealing an amazingly long number which although too big to fit on the card, somehow still managed to reveal itself in entirety. Bb explained that as each person read the individual numbers, the following digits were automatically revealed to them, and sooner or later everyone would get to the endsome quicker than other's (an opportunity many took for side wagers).
  • "Yes, these are interesting times, Captain. You may find it difficult to stay alive, but somehow I think youll manage for a while longer."
  • In fact, the impish goodall manages to make even gregorian chant sound somehow groovy.
  • On the identical spot Crusoe lay down and slept like a top for four hours. At the end of that time he jumped up, bolted a scrap of skin that somehow had been overlooked at supper, and flew straight over the prairie to the spot where he had had the scuffle with the Indian. He came to the edge of the river, took precisely the same leap that his master had done before him, and came out on the other side a good deal higher up than Dick had done, for the dog had no savages to dodge, and was, as we have said before, a powerful swimmer.
  • If you'd like to hear about it, I'll be only too glad to tell you, Allan went on to say, eagerly; for somehow he had already taken quite a fancy toward this sheriff with the humorous twinkle in his eye, and thought it only right to make a friend of him, if it could be done.
  • I had to force myself to walk away from the gym teacher that had sent my sister on a journey into the twisting netherworld of unknown evils. Coach Pressman continued to remain entirely stationary. It was as though she somehow knew if she made even the slightest twitch she would be gone forever
  • Bolsover laughed again. "Thats right! I have two masters now, havent I? Well, Im sure the old Henry will set the young one up in his own household somewhere in the depths of Normandy, and somehow Ill contrive not to be sent with him." He spotted a squire hovering nearby and called him over. "Alan! Fetch the earl a cup of wine, and bring me water."
  • "Bartlett has been a fixture in Culdeny affairs for over a decade," she informed them as they walked along the cobblestone streets, hauling the despised chain shirt over her shoulder. "I would characterise him as a man more invested in his own fortune than the prosperity of those around him. But to somehow be connected to an invasion of the town? I certainly never would have guessed it, based on my knowledge of the man."
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