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  • He had almost immediate cause to regret not insisting Haworth keep charge of the fortress instead of leading the army south. With every passing league Haworths frown deepened and when they paused for a meal at noon the second day without having seen one Welshman, he approached Hugh to complain again about the foolhardiness of their venture. And once again it was de Vire who answered for Hugh, scoffing at Haworths fears and telling him to return to Hawarden if he was so nervous about engaging the Welsh.
  • Turan Shah was at the base of the tall wooden tower from which he had enjoyed observing his prisoners. Three elderly men, their black gowns and turbans marking them as mullahs, expounders of Islam, were already crowded on the tower's platform. Turan Shah dragged himself up the narrow wooden steps, leaving a trail of blood. As he reached the top, the mullahs shouted at him, waving their hands. They seemed to be telling him to get out because he was endangering them.
  • He turned around and left without another word. I sat down on the front steps and watched as he walked away. I wanted to hate him so very much, but I couldnt hold on to that hatred. Its irrational to hate someone for telling you the truth. I needed to move forward. I needed to see for myself my parentshandiwork.
  • I tried to grin. I suspect it wasn't a very good oneit hurt, and a trickle ran down my jaw. "You should be telling us," I said. "Where did you get to?"
  • Roy was puzzled. He wanted a substantial meal, but he did not know how to order it. He was afraid to try to pronounce the odd looking words, and I am afraid if he had done so he would have made a mistake, as, indeed, better educated persons than he would have done. He had a wild notion of telling the waiter to bring everything on the bill of fare, but there seemed to be too many dishes.
  • Oct. 11th.--Lions roaring every night, but not visible. I set my men to work to construct a fortified camp, a simple oblong of palisades with two flanking projections at opposite angles to command all approaches; the lazy scoundrels are sulky in consequence. Their daily occupation is drinking merissa, sleeping, and strumming on the rababa, while that of the black women is quarrelling--one ebony sister insulting the other by telling her that she is as 'black as the kettle,' and recommending her, 'to eat poison.'
  • She raised an eyebrow fractionally, but didnt say anything, obviously waiting for him to start. Dave opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Where do you begin telling your wife that youve had a visit from a crook, probably some sort of hit man, demanding a couple of million dollars? It might have been easier if there was any kind of closeness between them, but that was long gone. The threat of horrible repercussions if they didnt come up with the cash was the biggest thing they had had in common for years.
  • Unknown to Billy or to any of his friends, the Petrel had steamed full speed to Palmetto Key; and Captain Vinton, sighting the cutter from the deck of the concealed _Arrow_, had signaled to her captain, telling him just where to land his men. This accounted for their unexpected arrival, which soon turned the tide of battle in their favor.
  • Those who had come half-way to meet Waldo had hovered at a safe distance while he had been speaking to Nadara's father, and when the two turned toward the forest all had returned to their work in evident relief; for the old man had told them that the stranger was the mighty warrior who had killed the terrible Korth with his bare hands, nor had the story lost anything in the telling.
  • Truly, citizen, you render me a real service in telling me this. I thought the Bourbons completely resigned to their exile. I supposed the police so organized as to suppress both provisional royalist committees in the large towns and bandits on the highways. In fact, I believed the Vende had been completely pacificated by Hoche.
  • The outlook was not particularly encouraging. We had no means of telling how far the animal would go, nor into what sort of country; and the hour was well advanced toward sunset. However, we took up the track, and proceeded to follow it as well as we could. That was not easy, for the ground was hard and stony. Suddenly C. threw himself flat. Of course we followed his example. To us he whispered that he thought he had caught a glimpse of the animal through an opening and across the stream bed. We stalked carefully, and found ourselves in the middle of a small herd of topis, one of which, half concealed in the brush, had deceived C. This consumed valuable time. When again we had picked up the spoor, it was agreed that I was to still-hunt ahead as rapidly as I could, while C. and Kongoni would puzzle out the tracks as far as possible before dark.
  • Thad, Allan and Bob White lay in the shade for a long time, talking. The Southern boy was eagerly telling his chums various things in connection with his old home away off in the distant Blue Ridge; and from the way the others asked questions it was evident that the proposition to have the Silver Fox Patrol visit the mountain region where Bob had once lived must have sunk deeply into their minds.
  • Old Sally was telling her young mistress, who sometimes listened with a smile, and sometimes lost a good five minutes together of her gentle prattle, how the young gentleman, Mr. Mervyn, had taken that awful old haunted habitation, the Tiled House 'beyant at Ballyfermot,' and was going to stay there, and wondered no one had told him of the mysterious dangers of that desolate mansion.
  • Britain's mission to the United Nations called on North Korean leaders to "refrain from further provocation." France said it "deplores" North Korea's statement, telling its leaders that they need not to threaten, but instead to work toward dismantling their nuclear and missile programs.
  • Then all at once the talking ceased, and the beat of many feet, with the rattling of loose stones, fell on the listener's ears, telling that the enemy was in motion; and the sounds they made grew fainter and fainter, and then died out entirely.
  • Not that. He cannot be said to say anything; but he was wonderfully affected over your rescuing him,--strangely so, one of the nurses persists in telling me, though the steward and Mrs. Clancy declare it was just drink and excitement. Still, I have drawn from him that he knew you well by sight during that campaign; but he says he was not by when Hull was killed.
  • I couldnt believe the events over the past two days. My blissful life here in Calgary seemed to be changing so fast. Although I didnt think Cody had anything to do with the change, Jacob would always be my number one priority. If he was truly concerned about Cody, then I would let my new friendship go. In any case, Cody would understand. He was always telling me he was a nomad who liked to be alone. If only hed been prepared to meet my whole family, we wouldnt be in this situation. It was a decision which was clearly no longer acceptable to anyone.
  • The cave had been deserted long ago. The day following her horrible experience with the serpent, Grace protested hysterically that nothing could induce her to enter the gloomy place again. Sleeping in it, she declared, was utterly out of the question. The cobra was dead, but there was no telling what other reptile as venomous and deadly might again crawl out of the cave's countless holes and recesses. Armitage admitted the possibility, and at once offered to build a cabin for her in the open. It would be far more healthy and comfortable.
  • I continued on, babbling at full speed, "But by the time I realized the real circumstances, he was arrested. The police were sure they had their murderer and my face was plastered all over the television again." I could feel emotion welling up, in me trying to break free, "Max, please say something." I waited, I counted to ten, then fifteen, then twenty. Looks like Rewsna was wrong. telling him everything was too much.
  • How did you get down, Skinny? asked Benny, because Skinny had a way of stopping at the most interesting places and pretending that he was through telling about it.
  • "But there was nothing else to do, Elmer, when you got that cable message telling you to take the first steamer home, as your mother was about to undergo an operation, and wanted to see you first."
  • We close our lips in presence of the ministry of those who are telling us, " ye may all prophesy.
  • "Do not squander my time telling me what I already know." The Shahbandar suddenly seemed to erupt. "They have never before come to India. Why are you here now?"
  • "I should not trust him, in any way, with the object of your mission. If I obtain the abbot's consent, I shall simply send for him, rate him soundly for his conduct, but telling him I make all allowances for his natural unfitness for his vocation; and that I have, as a matter of grace, obtained from the abbot permission to use his services for a while, and to suspend his sentence upon him, until it be seen how he comports himself; and, with that view, I am about to send him as your companion, on a commission with which I have intrusted you, to the town of Dunbar.
  • In this opinion Mr. Lloyd, when he came home, fully concurred. He had not a word of blame for Bert, but made the boy's heart glad by telling him to always stand by his friends when they were in trouble, and then he would never be without friends who would stand by him.
  • "Why, I guess I can fix it up for you," said Dan Gowdy cheerfully, when she had stated her predicament, withholding only the reason for not telling Mr. Peabody. "Let me see--twelve-three stops at Centertown. But you don't want to spend the night on the train. Going from Centertown, you'd get to Washington about ten in the morning."
  • But the kid was forging ahead; he had to follow. The other was no more than a distraction, even if - No! Max told himself. Business was afoot. "If this Society is a secret," the kid was saying, Max thought for the second time, "why are you telling me about it?"
  • "There were seven Gargoyles in the room other than Baal, one was his mate, Cassandra. They were the first to start convulsing. They fell to the ground in a heap of shrieks and screams. It didnt sound like anything that had ever been heard from a Gargoyle before. There were only about thirteen Demons in the room, Lucifer was one of them. The Demons rushed to the Gargoyles, Baal stood up. He got two steps before he gave one of those cries and fell to the ground. His body flopping like a fish out of water. His wings began to curl at the edges. Lucifer stopped, pivoted and rushed to him. When we realized that Ammut had been telling us the truth, he called for all the Demons to stop. He didnt believe any of the Gargoyles could be saved, but if one could, he wanted it to be Baal. He called them all over. They formed a circle, began healing him. As they did, Vishnu entered his mind. And Anubis announced he was feeling Baals soul.
  • "Good again," said the holy Tanofir, "very good. And as for the telling of Pharaoh, well, I shall see him presently. It is strange, my chipped Cup which I had almost thrown away as useless, that although broken, you still hold so much wisdom. For know, wonderful though it may seem, that just such plans as you have spoken have grown up in my own mind, only I wished to learn if you thought them wise."
  • Roni watched Karlini move reluctantly off with his retainers, and Tildamire watched Roni. She hadnt seen Roni like this before. Roni sighed. Actually, Tildy thought, remembering that all of them kept telling her precision was important, it was more a masculine exclamation of "huh!" than a feminine sigh. To say it was a sigh would put the wrong spin on it. "I dont know, Tildy," Roni was saying, oblivious to Tildys internal battle with vocabulary. "You spend years with somebody, you start to think you know them, then you blink at them one day and see theyve turned into someone else."
  • I said: "I'll tell neither of them, though I can't see the harm in telling Free. He's been around. And I might have to get in touch with him."
  • This time he rode horseback, being tired. At the swamp the Indian who was looking for his father scurried ahead, to howl the wolf signal. While waiting for him, the captain saw an old Indian man coming down through the swamp, with a gun on his shoulder, and with a young squaw close behind, carrying a basket. They were quickly ambushed and seized. The captain questioned them separately, after telling them that if they lied to him they should be killed. He questioned the young squaw first.
  • F-f-frogs, and heaps of the same over there in that p-p-pond you was telling us about, Max. Yum! Yum! reckon now I'm in f-f-for some g-g-good feasts.
  • Would you come and tuck me in more often? Daddys not very good at telling stories. He reads through a book at a hundred miles an hour and turns out the light as soon as hes finished.’
  • It seemed strange, but after a little provision had been served round, I began to be hopeful once more, telling myself that, after all, water was not worse than iron, and that if we lived to the next day, we might get clear of our new enemy without taking off the hatches.
  • So, basically you're telling me that your inability to stay awake is my responsibility. I said forthrightly. She gave a little sniff of disapproval.
  • Alan had scarcely spoken to the two men. He knew the driving force which was sending him to the mountains was not only an impulse, but almost an inspirational thing born of necessity. Each step that he took, with his head and heart in a swirl of intoxicating madness, was an effort behind which he was putting a sheer weight of physical will. He wanted to go back. The urge was upon him to surrender utterly to the weakness of forgetting that Mary Standish was a wife. He had almost fallen a victim to his selfishness and passion in the moment when she stood at Nawadlook's door, telling him that she loved him. An iron hand had drawn him out into the day, and it was the same iron hand that kept his face to the mountains now, while in his brain her voice repeated the words that had set his world on fire.
  • "The place in which we were now imprisoned seemed to be a sort of tunnel. It was not more than fifteen feet wide, but we had no means of telling how long it might be. To get out the way we had come was evidently out of the question, as the roof of the tunnel was at least twenty-five feet above our heads.
  • "This is unbelievable! So as long as theres a sign here I cant do it? And what kind of an idiot needs to be told not to swing above the knees? Its absurd! Where the sign thats telling me to aim for the hole? Or to keep breathing?"
  • Giendar travelled with them all night, and early the next morning alighted, telling them, with tears in his eyes, the cruel commands he had received. Believe me, princes, said he, it is next to death to obey your father, who chose me to execute what he ordered concerning you. Would to Heaven I could avoid it! The princes replied, Do your duty; we know well you are not the cause of our deaths, and pardon you freely.
  • And then, of course, Master Tom had to thank Miss Lizzie. Why the thanking had to occupy such a long time, and why Lizzie had to blush so much, and why Master Tom had to keep her hand such an unconscionable long time in his, while Pringle went forward to open the door, and show his guest out; and why Tom had to make the little attention into a serious business by saying, "I shall never forget it! never, as long as I live," I can't explain--sufficient to say that Master Tom appeared very much satisfied at leaving her, though he had not had the chance of actually telling his love, while Miss Lizzie did not appear as if she would "punish" him, as she threatened to do, when he called again.
  • Legon heard the sound of running water. The path met up with a stream, which they followed down into a surprisingly green valley. The turf was short here but still green despite the heat. He saw irrigation canals, telling him that the greenery was not native to this area. They met up with what must have been the main road into the valley, and he realized that this was not where the Precipice was. This valley was more like an antechamber for its larger brother.
  • I have to admit, it took me a moment. My brain wasn't functioning at full capacity, probably due to information overload. "Hold up. Are you telling me that this prophecy, the Prophecy, is in reference to me? Cut the crap, no way."
  • As the afternoon wore away, Walter's strength began to fail; the mental strain, steady work, the blistering sun, and lack of food, were fast telling on him. The temptation to stop and rest and sleep grew almost irresistible, but he bravely fought off the weakness. Their only hope lay in pushing on and on until they found their friends or came out upon civilization. Whither the river led he knew not, but was in hopes that it might at last bring them out into a settled country. To stop now meant certain death.
  • The conference was in a large hotel and I must have imagined a person looking down from a room at this woman in the parking lot. My thought was that this person looking down was in fact the logical controlling part of her consciousness. It took a few years, but I returned to this and wrote the story. The original plot had this logical part of the person telling the story. However, I did not reveal this split personality until the very end. Through one of the workshops, I realized this was too complicated and actually was a trick ending. Since I did not want to fool the reader into thinking they were reading one thing but were reading another, I changed this to a straight third person point of view where the protagonist somewhat talks to this other self. The title made more sense with the original plot, but I liked and kept it even though it may now be slightly obscure.
  • They may be telling the truth, or part of the truth. However, Scoby and Felix are not sincere in their statements. There is something they are not telling.
  • "A mysterious love. Shame to him who retails the secrets of his loves. The Sahara lays its impassable barrier about Antinea; that is why the most unreasonable requirements of this woman are, in reality, more modest and chaste than your marriage will be, with its vulgar public show, the bans, the invitations, the announcements telling an evil-minded and joking people that after such and such an hour, on such and such a day, you will have the right to violate your little tupenny virgin.
  • To this proposal the worthy skipper at once consented; and half an hour later Dick, having discarded his working clothes for a suit of blue serge, and otherwise made himself presentable, moved aft and established himself in the spare cabin which Captain Roberts placed at his disposal, the skipper having meanwhile ensured a cordial reception for him from the passengers by telling them such particulars of Dick's history as he was acquainted with, and also describing, with much picturesque detail, the masterly manner in which the lad had patched up the injured seaman.
  • As I circled the block, looking for a decent vantage point to stake things out, an even more telling observation became apparent. The walls werent only clean of vines and shrubbery, they were unblemished by posters. True, the palace complex had been lacking the broadsheets as well, but out here in the city this was the first location Id seen free of their otherwise omnipresent blare. The message was clear. Even the anonymous free-lance street propagandists and fly-by-nighters didnt dare cross this guy.
  • One thing they did have, and that was light. For in the course of their investigation of the old hulk they had stumbled across several old candle lanterns, the candles in which were still capable of burning. One of these lanterns was lashed to the stump of the forward mast, but the other was hung up in the cabin below. For it was in this latter place that the little party of castaways gathered and tried, by telling stories and cracking jokes, to keep their spirits in the ascendent.
  • Briggs, Angie recounted, started berating Shivvy for telling me about their affair. "`Hes going to file a sexual misconduct charge against me!’" he told her. "`This guy could really cause me a lot of problems, especially if the press gets hold of the story!’" He was practically hysterical, Angie said.
  • It may save a world of trouble if he is, answered old Growles; "for those passengers are making a precious fuss about him. If he was to get ashore, he'd be telling tales. We can say he died in his sleep, and let them have his body, which will show how it happened."
  • As the colonel had been so much interested in their story, Rod considered it only fair that he relate a few more circumstances connected with their past. He also gladly showed him the paper given him by the surgeon at the field hospital, telling how the American boys had worked like beavers in assisting him take care of the numerous cases he had been compelled to handle with such inadequate facilities at his command. Yes, there were still other documents which Rod allowed them to glance over, after which he smilingly remarked:
  • Oh, but you have, Sheldon said quickly. "You were telling me a lie of that order only the other day. You remember when you were going up the lanternhalyards hand over hand? Your face was the personification of duplicity."
  • The police were satisfied that they had the man who had struck down Lester, and had killed the dog, but doubts were creeping into Wugs' mind. He himself had interviewed the prisoner, not telling him who he was. The man would say nothing, but Wugs came off with the feeling that there was something queer afoot.
  • In the months prior to Ariels birth, word had spread through the Dune Road couples that Zack was back. Summer had relayed Mindys words by telling me that, "This is not the same Zack we all knew and loathed." As usual, I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it, so I set up a meeting with Zack at the Babylon Community Center.
  • Of course I remember. I smelled the decay of the flesh. I think I also sensed the magic which revived that thing. That's what I followed. But this is different. It's not something I can smell, see or hear. It's something else. Something inside of me is telling me to get to the top of that mountain.
  • "We need to make sure these families are comfortable telling their specialists they are taking other therapies," she said. Right now, Vohra and her colleagues at the U of A have developed curricula for undergraduate medical students about the use of alternative medicine by pediatric patients, which is considered innovative and novel. Ensuring medical students receive information about alternative medicine is key because it arms them with more knowledge about potential interactions with prescription medicine, says Vohra.
  • I looked at this strong but peaked woman before me and still I did not know if she was speaking of what I had just witnessed. Or perhaps humoring the overwrought meltdown of her delusional guest who cries when boys bang sticks together. But she believed in her words- this much was apparent. She was not pleased that these boys should be displaying such affinity for fighting, should choose games of attack over games of sport and recreation- emulating, in whatever way, the murderers of their parents and brothers. She smiled at me for one shining moment, before then rising to contemplate the wall and then the window. It was a smile of intimacy- not an intimacy born of love or lust but one speaking of a bond of mutual understanding. She knew something about me, or thought she did. That was what that smile meant. She knew and understood and appreciated, she was telling me, that which made a grown man breakdown into pieces and humiliate himself in public, meltdown before the entire village in the town square.
  • Alas, yes; the poor old gentleman is entirely helpless; the mind alone is still active in this human machine, and that is faint and flickering, like the light of a lamp about to expire. But excuse me, sir, for talking of our domestic misfortunes; I interrupted you at the moment when you were telling me that you were a skilful chemist.
  • Inside, he could hear the television blaring and his mother loudly yapping to herself about the various women on television who had offended her that afternoon. He rolled his eyes desperately, imagining telling his mother that hed been fired. Her look of concern, her tears, the conversations with his father, and, later, the accusations and hair trimmer. He held his stomach with disgust. No, now was definitely not the time for his mother to discover hed been fired. Could he sneak upstairs without notice?
  • "Hes taking on refugees to fill the empty berths, since weve shortened our complement by so much. I wonder if hes even telling them where were headed," Geret mused wryly.
  • Yave glared. She throttled her fury, her madness. She embraced the power and the authority that was hers as queen and shoved it in Strog's face. "I am not asking you, I am telling you. You will hold your attack on the algors. You will recall your army and you will attack the elves and humans."
  • McEwan pursed his lips as he thought. He was wearing a blue argyle sweater vest that matched his eyes. Karen thought he was handsome, in an old cop sort of way. "So you're telling me that you've got at least twenty-seven people who called and complained about their sexual problems with Consumer Affairs? Sweet Jesus. Is nothing sacred?" McEwan said as he winked at Karen.
  • People have been telling me I should get more therapy, but I don't know; I don't like the idea of somebody running around with all this intimate knowledge of me. How could they spend all that time prying into my life and then not want to go and tell everybody about it? Sure they take an oath, ‘Do No Harm', but that never stopped good ol' Doc Mengele.
  • Sleep had come and gone a dozen times or more since she had first awoken. There was no telling how long it had been. The only thing she could be sure of was that her captors were moving recklessly fast, stopping only occasionally, seemingly to change horses from the sound of it. She was jarred awake when the lurching of the carriage came to an abrupt end as it had with each such stop, but it was different this time. Outside, muffled by the thick carriage walls, a struggle could be heard. Myranda cringed at the screech of steel against steel and the terrified cry of horses.
  • A curious fact was connected with these stoppages. A sum of four thousand francs and a case of jewelry had been mixed up by mistake with the money-bags belonging to the government. The owners of the money had thought them lost, when the justice of the peace at Nantua received an unsigned letter telling him the place where these objects had been buried, and requesting him to return them to their rightful owners, as the Companions of Jehu made war upon the government and not against private individuals.
  • She wondered if he would remember it. She thought about going and waking him up, but she stopped. "Maybe his dreams can help us figure this out," she thought. It felt cruel to leave him, but at the same time something tugged at her mind, telling her to lay down and that all was well tonight. As this thought came to her she began to feel better about the situation and had a hard time concentrating on the problems at hand. She was having a hard time thinking at all. It wasnt like an episode, but she felt herself losing control of her mind. "Is magic being used on me?" she thought. The feeling of emptiness tugged harder at this thought. "Well if it is, I dont think itsits…." She didnt finish the thought before she fell asleep. It was a deep sleep, a peaceful one, probably the most peaceful shed had in a long time, and certainly the most peaceful she would have in the near future.
  • He tried to reason calmly, and at last, not feeling in the humour to see and explain to his sister, he wrote to her briefly, telling her that the anxiety and worry of the case to which he had been called that night had completely unhinged him, and he found that the only thing he could do to recover his tone was to get right away for a time. He was going, he said, to see a colleague that morning, who would come and take charge of the practice, and he would write again from abroad.
  • Was she correct in assuming that the dragonwas its name Salinder? - had turned him into some kind of puppet? It had mentioned that there was some kind of important task to be done, and that Aiden would have to do it alone, but if Sayana was right, he had been altered by his experience, and he had no way of telling if she was right or not.
  • "I gave Mameena a powder which I had bought for two heifers from a great doctor who lived beyond the Tugela, but who is now dead, which powder I told her was desired by Nandie, my Inkosikazi, to destroy the little beetles than ran about the hut, and directed her where she was to spread it. Also, I gave her the bag of medicine, telling her to thrust it into the doorway of the hut, that it might bring a blessing upon my House. These things she did ignorantly to please me, not knowing that the powder was poison, not knowing that the medicine was bewitched. So my child died, as I wished it to die, and, indeed, I myself fell sick because by accident I touched the powder.
  • Don Carlos got slowly upon his feet, while Senorita Lolita gasped at this display of the man's courage, and feared he would mention the visit of the afternoon, of which she had refrained from telling her mother.
  • Cindy Sue Chandler sat rocking and humming to herself as her brothers tried to reason with her. Tom, the eldest of the siblings, argued, "By all means by friendly with the guy but don't get serious about him. I'm telling you, that guy's as nutty as any can coming from the Planters people."
  • In the midst of one of the most telling of his anecdotes the speaker was suddenly arrested by the quick tramp of a galloping horse, the rider of which, judging from the sound, seemed to be in hot haste.
  • Even this seems to be rather too deep, so perhaps I had better show you, instead of telling you, what I mean. Excuse me a moment.
  • The girls fingers buzzed with vibrations. Ash froze her stiff with a thought. Ash raised her hand to the girls ear, as if she were telling her secrets. She bit down gently just below the girls ear. Ash began to feed. I closed my eyes and pulled the aura. I felt the girls body go limp. Ash laid the teetering head to the side, as if the girl had passed out.
  • You don't know what this child has been telling me, my lord! A perfect legend of the Rhine. He says that this pool, whose depth is unknown, extends six or eight miles under the mountain, and a fairy, half woman half serpent, dwells here. Calm summer nights she glides over the surface of water calling to the shepherds of the mountains, showing them, of course, nothing more than her head with its long locks and her beautiful bare shoulders and arms. The fools, caught by this semblance of a woman, draw nearer, beckoning to her to come to them, while she on her side signs to them to go to her. The unwary spirits advance unwittingly, giving no heed to their steps. Suddenly the earth fails them, the fairy reaches out her arms, and plunges down into her dripping palaces, to reappear the next day alone. Where the devil did these idiots of shepherds get the tale that Virgil related in such noble verse to Augustus and Mecµnas?
  • He realized that he didn't especially want to, not yet, anyway. He wanted to stay just like he was, though he didn't know why. Was he afraid of something? He sensed that he was afraid of many things, so many that it seemed his safest course of action was to do absolutely nothing, freeze like a small, desperate, hunted animal, until the danger had passed, though what that danger was he had no idea. He just didn't want to make any more mistakes, no more mistakes, no more wrong moves, though what previous mistakes he had made, perhaps leading to his current predicament, he couldn't imagine. If only he could remember something about himself, that would make a big difference, but everything was still a blank, even his name though he was getting used to Blake. Was he going to have to make up a whole new identity for himself, starting from scratch? If only someone would tell him something, something definite that would ring a bell, but so far everyone seemed determined to keep him in the dark, as if they didn't know any more than he did or weren't telling.
  • He stayed in and I drifted up to the place and in. There was a young fellow back of the bar that I couldn't remember seeing before and two customers that looked as though they hadn't been home the night before. They were up to the bar arguing with the bartender about whether they'd been in the place the night before and he was telling them, patiently, that he hadn't the least idea; that he hadn't been on duty. He sounded as though he didn't care, one way or the other. I went on past and he gave me an incurious look and just nodded. Joey and Lester were in the back booth and I sat down and Joey said:
  • The next day they stopped at the wells, telling the boys that the camels were sorely wearied by their journey down the gorge, and that they needed a day's rest. In the evening as soon as the meal was over they mounted their camels, much to the surprise of the native boys, and started. Edgar could judge of the general position, for though he had not been as far as Tokar he could tell pretty well the line they should take to come down upon Trinkitat. As soon as they were fairly out of the valley the camels were put to their full speed, and in four hours the sea shining in the bright moonlight lay before them. Crossing a shallow lagoon they were upon the sandy beach.
  • I slipped out of bed and pulled the extra blanket that lay at its foot around my shoulders, careful not to wake Llywelyn. For the third night in a row I was having trouble sleeping. Now, here it was at nearly dawn and Id slept no more than a few hours. I knew why, knew not sleeping wasnt going to help me deal with what I was facing. But telling myself over and over to relax was helping no more this night than it had the one before.
  • It wouldn't have been a big deal on its own, but it turned out that they had stolen something. A single disk. And on that disk was a program - the Mark II version of the Magic Ear. Spencer hadn't even known a Mark II existed. George had been developing it secretly and at the same time telling everybody it didn't exist. He was playing a commercial game. The aim was to get everybody to carry on buying Mark I and then suddenly release a better version, out of the blue, so they'd have to buy that too. They'd all have to upgrade. Foxglove would get two sales where it should only have had one.
  • Considering that it was about six-thirty, I wanted to ask who was telling a taradiddle now; but I resisted the temptation, and replied,--
  • I'll be after telling you. Rivarol is a fool to take this chance, considering what he's got aboard. He carried in his hold the treasure plundered from Cartagena, amounting to forty million livres. They jumped at the mention of that colossal sum. "He has gone into Port Royal with it. Whether he defeats me or not, he doesn't come out of Port Royal with it again, and sooner or later that treasure shall find its way into King William's coffers, after, say, one fifth share shall have been paid to my buccaneers. Is that agreed, Lord Willoughby?"
  • That man must be some relative to Dave, added Caspar Potts. "There could not be such a resemblance otherwise. It is undoubtedly the same strain of blood. He may be a father, uncle, cousin, elder brother--there is no telling what; but he is a relative, I will stake my reputation on it."
  • It is important that we eliminate the threat of the god of war. The other gods will soon realize that there are only two men left in the world with the proper bloodline. When they do, they will panic and probably destroy this world before allowing the scales to be tipped in my direction. There is no telling what Oderion will do, but we must kill Rommus Tirinius before he realizes the full weight of this threat.
  • While Oswald was talking with his father, Roger had taken the four horses round to the long shed, that ran along one side of the wall; and had there been telling the moss troopers the same story Oswald had been relating to his father, whom he now joined.
  • "Somehow I find that hard to believe. Even if it were true, you're hardly the type to give away the upper hand by coming out and telling me so."
  • And the lawyer rubbed his hands with triumph, and smiled as if he was telling his victim a piece of remarkably good news.
  • For unknown reasons the hero of this latter series became known as Doctor Shlong to Big Pinkians. Other obscure things happened in that house that we should narrate in the fullness of time. But they shall not become less obscure for the telling.
  • He must have seen in her face that she was telling the truth, because she saw real concern register in the mans features.
  • Maka had his own ideas about this affair. There was no use telling him Mr. Shirley was sick--at least, that he was afflicted by any common ailment. He and his fellows knew very well that there were devils back in the blackness of that cave, and if the captain did not mind them, it was because they were taking care of the property, whatever it was, that he kept back here, and for which he had now returned. With what that property was, and how it happened to be there, the mind of the negro did not concern itself. Of course, it must be valuable, or the captain would not have come to get it, but that was his business. He had taken the first mate into that darkness, and the sight of the devils had nearly killed him, and now the negro's mind was filled with but one idea, and that was that the captain might take him in there and make him see devils.
  • Awed by the presence of the fireman, Simpson's followers confined themselves to cheering Brick and jeering Joe. The two boys circled round and round, attacking, feinting, and guarding, and now one and then the other getting in a telling blow. Their positions were in marked contrast. Joe stood erect, planted solidly on his feet, with legs wide apart and head up. On the other hand, Simpson crouched till his head was nearly lost between his shoulders, and all the while he was in constant motion, leaping and springing and manoeuvering in the execution of a score or more of tricks quite new and strange to Joe.
  • Don't let him worry you, Eben, sang out Seth. "I heard Paul telling how at the most we might try for thirty the second day, so as to get ahead a bit.
  • When the stories of the night had been told Jack, Jimmie, and the three secret service men made their appearance, puffing from their long climb. Then new stories had to be told, and the prince was by no means slow in telling of his adventures in the hills.
  • He must not be harmed, said Smooth Bore. "There's no telling what new artifacts are already on their way into this dimension, half-actualized in some netherworld of light and shadow. We need him to direct traffic, so to speak."
  • One might question the consistency of these two motivations, given that acting so as to imply knowledge where there is none is hard to distinguish from lying or not telling the truth. IAPETUS V did indeed question the consistency of these two protocols, and tried to determine whether or not one should be abandoned in favour of the other. Consequently, IAPETUS V was deeply confused about what to say and what to do. When this confusion became too great, IAPETUS V would consult with what it thought to be its peer, and what might have been considered its friend: the Commodore 64.
  • They got into the car and Maya replied,"Are you telling me that you came here with nothing more than that killer body and a smile?"
  • Say `lie' if you like; I know you mean it, rejoined Larkyns, in no way put out by the rude insinuation and continuing his narrative quite composedly. "But, you're wrong in this case, old Stormy, for `faix it's no lie I'm telling you now,' as the doctor's Irish marine would say. It's the plain, unadulterated truth. I had the tale from a Portuguese monk at Funchal."
  • Marco was surnamed Marco of the Millions, and never tired of telling the wonderful stories of Kublai Khan, the great Emperor who combined the "rude magnificence of the desert with the pomp and elegance of the most civilised empire in the Old World."
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