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  • The yard i used to work at used to feed oat balancer along with oats + garlic & honey.
  • You are wrong, said Michael stubbornly. "Sometimes what you don't know does hurt you. If I could live again, I would be a better man. When I was a boy there was no learning to be had, except for the upper class and the priests. Now when I am old and it is too late, you can learn everything. I have loitered around the schools and listened to the boys talking their lessons over. It is amazing what they know. Why, they know everything! And there are schools where they are set to work at all sorts of trades. I took a job cleaning floors once so that I might go in and see what it was they did.
  • They hacked out the terms of an employment agreement over the next two days, and two weeks later, Dr. Rakesh Gupta, addictions and all, was working at Tundra RX as the Chief Medical Officer.
  • "After graduating from Thomas Jefferson University School of Medicine in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Dr. Gallo discovered that he couldn't bear to be around sick people, and found his niche instead in the research lab, going to work at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland...."
  • I couldnt figure out why they moved us so suddenly. I knew they liked San Franciscothey were these pseudo-modern hippies that believed in natural wellness and yoga and maintaining balance in ones life, and the city practically oozed that sort of attitude and then some. All they said was that there were good job opportunities for them in Colorado, though I think thats a load of crap because Mom got a job working at a college finding old or unique books for their library and dad found a place to open his own carpentry shop, which is pretty much exactly what they were doing before the move.
  • I asked her what she had meant when she had told me before that she would "get" Briggs. "It probably wont work at all," she said sniffling. "It was silly of me to think it would. I should have just moved out the day I found that damn girls scrunchy in his office instead of dreaming up some hare-brained scheme for revenge."
  • The knife was in her back pocket. She watched the boy's silhouette work at the fastener of his trousers, while she stole a hand behind her and slowly, slowly took out the knife. She let herself make silent choking dazed sounds.
  • The crew dropped work at once, and came climbing the ladder up the deep side of the canyon like a string of monkeys; then they came running across the red decking.
  • He found himself in a small office containing two huge Herring safes, guarded with burglar alarm cabinets. A long table covered with blue cloth served as a counter. Near the front windows was a bookkeeper working at his desk. At the rear a small compartment was partitioned off to serve as a private office.
  • 'Well, but, my friend, is it not needful that I should? When I go there I shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Joanna, nay, pardon me. I fall into my country's habit of putting your patronymic first, my friend Joanna Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me. She will be in Exeter, miles away, probably working at papers of the law with my other friend, Peta Hawkins. So!'
  • I had given up sex with a hot waitress who worked at a strip club to take a phone call from a chick who wanted nothing more than her computer to be fixed. I didnt know what the technical definition of loser was, but I thought it must be something close to that.
  • We had better try to work upwards, I observed. "The falling snow has surrounded the walls of our hut, and though we made the roof pretty thick, we are more likely to reach the open air through it than by working at the sides."
  • Discussing my financial woes with Abarta, I had subtly hinted that I would not mind working as a maid here and she caught on quickly, offering me work at a decent wage. Despite the menial nature of the position, I was thankful for her offer, but then I was struck by the idea to apply as a governess for some merchants' children. Clemen was a booming mercantile town, and merchants, unlike the nobles of the area, would be unlikely to recognize me as Selene Khamad of Aquia. I could read and write, I had extensive knowledge of Ghalain's history, could do sums and equations in my head with a lightning speed that had awed my siblings and surely my tutors had said something about the economy? I ignored my general antipathy towards children. Well, I supposed, I made this decision to start a new life and with that comes certain consequences. With Abarta's help, I lined up interviews with several respected, prominent Clemenite families.
  • It was nervous work at first, but after the first few shots the excitement took away all sense of fear, and the two boys watched the effect of the balls, as now and then one tore through the rigging.
  • On the next day Mr. Radbury was too busy to think of leaving the ranch. There was much work at the cattle shed, part of which had been blown down by a norther which had proved little less than a hurricane.
  • "Now near to our villa that we called 'Ragnall' after this house, are the remains of a temple which were almost buried in the sand. This temple George obtained permission to excavate. It proved to be a long and costly business, but as he did not mind spending the money, that was no obstacle. For four winters we worked at it, employing several hundred men. As we went on we discovered that although not one of the largest, the temple, owing to its having been buried by the sand during, or shortly after the Roman epoch, remained much more perfect than we had expected, because the early Christians had never got at it with their chisels and hammers. Before long I hope to show you pictures and photographs of the various courts, etc., so I will not attempt to describe them now.
  • They applied for their application blanks and walked over to a desk to fill them out. As they were hard at work at this, Jack Curtiss and his two chums entered the office.
  • It had been with him, that thought, all the time he had been working at the safe; but it had been there then only subconsciously, like some heavy, nameless dread, subjugated for the moment by the work he had had to do which had demanded the centred attention of every faculty he possessed. But now the moment had come when there was only THAT before him, only that, nothing else--only that, the man upstairs in the first room to the right of the landing!
  • I didn't know. I kissed him again. He smiled, turned to the last bit of work at hand, let down the top bunk and unfolded the mattress and duvet.
  • Godfrey found that there was no Sunday break in the work at Kara, but that once a fortnight the whole of the occupants of the ward had baths, and upon these days no work was done. Upon a good many saints' days they also rested; so that, practically, they had a holiday about once in every ten days. For his own part he would have been glad had the work gone on without these breaks. When the men started for work at five in the morning, and returned to the prison at seven at night, the great majority, after smoking a pipe or two, turned in at once, while upon the days when there was no work quarrels were frequent; and, what was to him still more objectionable, men told stories of their early lives, and seemed proud rather than otherwise of the horrible crimes they had committed. His own time did not hang at all heavy upon his hands.
  • I've worked at a press, said Jack. "I'm something of a printer. I'm sure I can do that work. It's like a press I used to run when I worked in that business."
  • "It was quite a task for the governor and myself to get up at this early hour to receive you, but the occasion is well worth the effort," observed Mr. Young, smiling. "Here we usually sleep very late, often as late as nine o'clock. Even the Singhalese and Burghers are not yet generally up from their beds, though those who work at the wharves have appeared. If you had arrived a few hours later there would be thousands of the population here to see you."
  • Tony was glad to oblige. Next to actually working at his profession he enjoyed talking about it. "The dragon is of the greatest importance throughout the culture of the East. We followed its trail from the great temple of Ankor Vat in Cambodia all the way to the sunken temple of Alta Yuan."
  • I nodded. I wasn't entirely certain my vocal cords could work at the moment. I hoped he understood what I meant, because explaining it was pretty much out of the question. I felt one hand reach up and cup my cheek, while the other traced the tattoo on my limp wrist.
  • "You dont work at it enough," he would say, stating the obvious. He was certainly in a position to know how little time I had to be creative.
  • "I told you about my mom, right? Wanted to actwho doesnt? But she was too conscious of the cliche to mope about it. She got some little partsnothing fab, then went on to work at a Sony dealership. Ten years later, she bought a franchise. Dad and second-wife run a retreat in West Hollywood for sexually dysfunctional couples. No sibs. Happy childhood. Happy adolescence. Largely unsatisfying adulthood, to date."
  • Then Jacob gave in. Shaking off his assailant he stepped to Benita, and while her father stood behind him with the lifted blade, began to make strange upward passes over her, and to mutter words of command. For a long while they took no effect; indeed, both of them were almost sure that she was gone. Despair gripped her father, and Meyer worked at his black art so furiously that the sweat burst out upon his forehead and fell in great drops to the floor.
  • I follow her through the crowds and up to a small, high table against the wall. There are four chairs and three people at the table: a dark-haired girl, a sheepish-looking guy wearing a shirt with "ZERO" across the chest, and a guy with a plain black t-shirt and a warm smile. Rene slips into the empty chair, and I stand at the tables end. She introduces me to her friend Lisa, and Lisa introduces us both to the two guys, Steve and Scott. I smile and say hi and answer Lisas questions about working at the toll booth.
  • That's right, Jack, the captain said as the lad mounted to the poop; "nothing like getting into harness in good time. We only took possession of the barque yesterday, and have put the hands to work this morning. I thought you had better come to work at once, because there is nothing like learning things from the beginning; and if you keep your eyes open you will learn as much as to the way things should be done as you would do in six months afloat. Mr. Timmins, this is Jack Robson, who sails with us as a midshipman. He is the lad I told you of who aided in saving all our lives on board the Petrel. If it had not been for him and the two men with him the house of Godstone
  • It will be mighty hard on his nerves, said he, "if he comes to know how he squatted and worked for days and weeks over that diabolical trap that opens downward. He's a strong man, but he's got enough on his nerves as it is. No, I won't tell him. He is going to do the handsome thing by us, and it would be mean for me to do the unhandsome thing by him. By George! I don't believe he could sleep for two or three nights if he knew what I know! No, sir! You just keep your mouth shut until we are safe and sound in some civilized spot, with the whole business settled, and Shirley and me discharged. Then I will tell the captain about it, so that nobody need ever trouble his mind about coming back to look for gold rings and royal mummies. If I don't get back before my watch is called, I'll brazen it out somehow. We've got to twist discipline a little when we are all hard at work at a job like this."
  • Ralff's father had worked at a port for spaceships on Earth. Not with the ships themselves, for they hung suspended like our moons above the planet, in a vasty airless room, so to speak. Down on the ground the owners and workers arranged for cargo to be taken up to or down from the ships. Ralff's father worked at loading the small spaceboats that leaped from Earth to carry goodsand folk as wellto those above. All round the home planet companies operated thus.
  • Derailed, meanwhile, redoubled his attempts to awaken Ripping Winkles. He tried the old Blow up a Paper Bag and Pop it Behind Your Friend's Back trick, but that didn't work at all.
  • I was happy to see no evidence of disapproval. He followed with, "What are you going to do during your hiatus? Go back to work at Tasty Burger? Travel around Europe? Or just hang out?"
  • Nearly every vessel is aground, he said when he approached our hiding-place with every evidence of having traveled long and rapidly. "The river is black with 'em from here to the point, an' some are likely to stay quite a spell on the mud unless mighty quick work at lighterin' is done. I allowed the Britishers had better sense than to run ships up here where there's about half water enough to float 'em."
  • One of Steinbergs colleagues was Richard Choo-Beng Lee, who worked at SAC from 1999 to 2004. Lee was among those charged in November 2009 with insider trading at another firm, the first time a former SAC employee was tied to the governments probe. He pleaded guilty and cooperated with the governments Galleon Group LLC hedge fund insider-trading case.
  • He had taken four ibuprofen, washing them down with half the bottle of water. It had been a struggle, but he managed to keep them down. He had set the rest of the packet on the futon next to Liza on his way to the bathroom, where he had taken a long shower and dressed for work. He was impressed that he had made it in to work at all, but of course, Rose wouldnt see it that way.
  • Her educational advantages had been far above the average, and she had improved them in a manner to gratify her friends and create for herself abundant mental resources. She had taken the full classical course at Harvard, carrying off several of the high prizes, had then enjoyed two years of post-graduate work at Clark, and finally spent two more years in foreign travel and study. As has been intimated, I had been over for her, and we were now on our way home, expecting to land on the morrow or the day after.
  • "You'll be fine. Did I hear you worked at Moss Hill Nursing Home? Say ... I don't even know your last name. What did you say it was?"
  • There was the merry throng laughing, gamboling, working at top speed.
  • Three weeks had passed away since the night spent by our friends with the brigade. It was now a beautiful evening, a little after sunset. The day's work at the fort had been finished, and the men were amusing themselves by racing their horses, of which fine animals there were great numbers at Fort Erie.
  • The other negro remained sullen and hostile. For some days after his encounter with Edgar his face was so swollen up that he was scarcely able to see. He would have been compelled to work as usual, for humanity is not a characteristic of the Arabs; but Edgar told the sheik's wife that if the man was forced to work at present he would be very ill, and that he must for a time remain quiet and apply bandages soaked in hot water to his face. Under this treatment the swelling gradually abated, but the nose did not resume its normal shape, the bridge having been broken by Edgar's blow. Any presents that the latter received in the way of milk or other articles of food he shared with the negroes, the allowance of food served out being very scanty and of the coarsest description.
  • For a number years he was employed as a relief projectionist enabling him to work at many cinemas in the chain gaining valuable experience.
  • Bradley and Ben got to work at once. They had had their vacation, and were ready to settle down to business. They were stimulated to effort by the success of some of their fellow miners. Ben's next neighbor had already gathered nearly three thousand dollars' worth of gold-dust, and it was quite within the limits of probability that our young hero might be as successful.
  • Josh had left Melly and not returned. Josh was a fool, a crazy fool. Josh had everything a man could want: a fine house, work at the mill and a pretty wife, a very pretty wife. Why would he give it all up? Why would he leave Melly? Somebody would be sure to come courtin' before long. Somebody, for sure.
  • Looking interested, the man bent forward and, with a muttered word of apology, picked up the schedule on which Hamilton was working at the time. "This must be one o' mine!" he said, with an air of surprise.
  • A little over an hour later, I watched the plant superintendent's truck pull up out in front of the diner. He'd called earlier to see if I had sometime to talk with him about the developing situation over at the plant in Justice City. I'd said sure, halfway glad for something to turn my attention away from worrying about when the Judge would get back to us. The plant superintendent did not indicate one way or the other relating to whether or not the ESOP idea was a possibility. I'd also gone over in my mind what additional services I might be asked to provide, anticipating they might be looking for more help. I really couldn't come up with a thing, apart from going to work at the plant in some engineering capacity. But that idea made little sense as I'd intentionally avoided keeping up-to-date with industry innovations. I lagged twenty years behind regarding the new technology as well as production processes. So we'll just have to wait and see, I said to myself as the plant superintendent exited his truck to come inside.
  • "Store I worked at in Kingsboro, we went through that in a week," Vera said. "I worked down at the corner of Fifeman and Billings. In thehood. Looked out on the store from behind bulletproof glass."
  • "Hector drowned and I havent heard anything from Julien. He lives higher up in Aix-en-Provence. Antoine is still alive and is working at the municipality of Arles. So we actually survived the flood relatively well. But why havent we heard from you for so long?"
  • I thought I was done with this diary last May when I was about to leave Charles, but I find that one last entry is necessary to describe what happened with Angies "secret plan" against Briggs. Although Angie thought that it might not work at all, we have just seen in the last few days how it turned out to be far more effective than she had ever dreamed was possible. Before describing what happened, though, I want to say something about what weve been doing since we moved here.
  • Tom Fish likewise had nothing to say except that he stated that he would remain at the cabin while the boys were away, and might be doing some work at chinking the walls.
  • "He called me in for a job interview. As soon as I saw that fucking mask I knew I was in trouble, buthe offered so much money…" She clenched her fist. "I had to take it. I was living in a shitty little one bedroom apartment, working at a laundromatbut for me to move up, I had tothe things he made me do were…"
  • The short-handed crew went to work at the pumps, but, after two days' hard labor, it was found that the water in the hold steadily gained upon the pumps, and there was no doubt that the Miranda was badly strained. According to a report from Burke, the water came in forward, aft, and midships. Matters were now getting very serious, and the captain and his two mates consulted together, while the three negroes pumped. It was plain to all of them that if the water kept on gaining, it would not be long before the brig must go to the bottom. To keep her afloat until they reached a port would be impossible. To reach the shore in the boats was quite possible, for they were not a hundred miles from land. But to carry their treasure to land in two small boats was a thing which need not even be considered.
  • "Yes," Mom said, taking a plastic container from Alice and looking at it suspiciously. "That's right. Weren't you working at a candy store when Rick met you?" She was happy that he made Alice stop working when they got married.
  • I worked at one of those big box electronic companies. The kind of company that builds a huge 30,000 square foot store at each location. The kind of store that has a demonstration model of every single product they sell for hordes of customers to paw at and cover with their grime and germs.
  • Stopping somewhat early, the Captain chose a smooth outcropping clear of debris for our camp, for nothing better showed ahead. With only a few cracks in which to drive stakes, stones were gathered from lower on the slope to hold down tent sides, for we would sleep in tents from now on. All except a few sentinels worked at rock gathering, for we needed stone to set up the great guns, and to make fire rings. As the last few were being searched out, one of the men started a viper. He kicked out at it, and it responded with a strike.
  • Fossils found in East Africa suggest that primates roamed the area more than 20 million years ago. Recent finds near Kenya's Lake Turkana indicate that hominids such as Homo habilis (1.8 and 2.5 million years ago) and Homo erectus (1.8 million to 350 000 years ago) are possible direct ancestors of modern Homo sapiens and lived in Kenya during the Pleistocene epoch. In 1984, one particular discovery made at Lake Turkana by famous palaeoanthropologist Richard Leakey and Kamoya Kimeu was the skeleton of a Turkana boy, belonging to Homo erectus from 1.6 million years ago. Previous research on early hominids is particularly identified with Mary Leakey and Louis Leakey, who were responsible for the preliminary archaeological research at Olorgesailie and Hyrax Hill. Later work at the former was undertaken by Glynn Isaac.
  • Stephen left behind quarrelling parents, a married sister, a younger brother, two girlfriends named Joanne and Mimi, and a friend in the Bronx. The jungle was a switch in territory for him. Up to now he had done most of his surveying work on Arctic islands and on the Scottish coast. He had done undergraduate work at the University of Buffalo and graduate work at the University of Chicago. From Buffalo and Chicago it was a natural hop to the Arctic circle and the furthest-most tip of Scotland.
  • As soon as the work was finished the party moved on into the next street, there to repeat the operations. As parties of sailors were at work at a score of other places the operations proceeded rapidly, and by nightfall the workers had the satisfaction of knowing that the fire was completely cut off, and that there was no chance of its spreading farther. Four other outbreaks had occurred in the course of the day. In two cases the sailors arrived upon the spot before the incendiaries had made their escape. One man was shot, and four taken before the Egyptian magistrate who had been appointed to try cases, and they were, after their guilt had been fully proved, sentenced to death and summarily hanged.
  • At length I was afraid, should we get closer, that we might make some noise and alarm the animals. I therefore made a sign to my companions to stop; and looking down, we could discern one of the dams I have spoken of carried across the stream from one side to the other, and apparently not quite finished. Though several beavers were running about it, they were not at work; indeed, all their operations are carried on during darkness. Nature, of course, has given them the instinct to work at this time, which saves them the destruction that would otherwise probably overtake them, both from men and beasts.
  • "I was fortunate that the envenomation from the bite wasnt that bad. Still, I swelled up to my fingertips in one direction, and up to my bicep in the other direction. I had some faint neurological symptoms too, but I regained the use of most everything. Between the shattered leg, the rattlesnake bite, and the concussion, I was laid up for a good long while. Wasnt a pleasant journey either, and a bit embarrassing too, considering I worked at the hospital I ended up staying at. And after everything, I still have a bit of a limp in my right leg. I try not to let it slow me down though."
  • We were an enthusiastic lot that morning, I directing and working at my flints, some preparing cords, many scraping handles with bits of the glass-like material I had found, and with which they were already familiar, while others bound my hatchets to hafts, rudely finished, and knife blades to smaller odds and ends of wood. It was remarkable how readily they grasped the meaning of various things. Their exclamations of surprise and acknowledgment of the virtue of our growing "arsenal" frequently suggested to me a something as if the fellows were surprised at the real simplicity of all and were wondering why they had never done the like before.
  • The whole household, as if to atone for not having done it sooner, set eagerly to work at the new task of placing the wounded in the carts. The wounded dragged themselves out of their rooms and stood with pale but happy faces round the carts. The news that carts were to be had spread to the neighboring houses, from which wounded men began to come into the Rostovs' yard. Many of the wounded asked them not to unload the carts but only to let them sit on the top of the things. But the work of unloading, once started, could not be arrested. It seemed not to matter whether all or only half the things were left behind. Cases full of china, bronzes, pictures, and mirrors that had been so carefully packed the night before now lay about the yard, and still they went on searching for and finding possibilities of unloading this or that and letting the wounded have another and yet another cart.
  • The Baron grabbed the final dynamite as it fell, just out of Indy's grasp. He then faked left around Herstaff and charged towards the net for a slam dunk. Just in time Indy's bear smashed into the side of the Baron's, throwing him off balance in a mix of blood and fur. He dropped the dynamite and Indy swung down dangerously from the side of his bear and snatched it out of the air. Indy's plan had not worked at all, so he had to think fast, looking down the court he saw Harvey, un-marked, two thirds of the way towards the opposite net.
  • Slaine also works at a new venture far from the rat race of Wall Street. He is a partner in a small New York chain that trains and grooms dogs. Its called Spot.
  • "Everybody seems quiet up-stairs, Burdon," says Sir John, "so let's get to work at once.--But, hillo! just put out a lamp?"
  • Some one was working at the lock now. There was one way to stop that. It would not take them long to find out that he WAS there once the door was opened! Better know it with the door SHUT! Jimmie Dale lifted his revolver coolly and fired through the panel.
  • "Pretty much the same as always with me," Emily told her. "I still work at the Spee-D-Mart, and Im still a small-town mom. Daynas still a professional wandering musician; she and her friend Sandy have cut several CDs."
  • All the questions I could ask about the fellow, through the medium of my few words in Linkish and my signs, which were supplemented by my native language, failed to elicit any satisfactory information. Having too much to do to spend my time in thinking of the beast, I set my selected assistants to work at splitting out slabs of flint.
  • Later that day, Annie approached the gasman that was still working at Mildreds house and had Sam inquire how much he would charge for such work.
  • Before the afternoon April had settled down among them as if she had lived there always. Sarle and his kisses seemed like a lost dream; the menace of Kenna was forgotten. For the first time in her existence she let herself drift with the tide, taking no thought for the morrow nor the ultimate port at which her boat would "swing to." It was lotus-eating in a sense, yet none of the dwellers at Ho-la-l-la idled. It is true that Ghostie and belle Helne were crocks, but they worked at the business of repairing their bodies to tackle the battle of life once more. April soon discovered that they were only two of the many of Clive's comrades who came broken to the farm and went away healed. Clive was a Theosophist: all men were her brothers, and all women her sisters; but those especially among art-workers who fell by the wayside might share her bread and blanket. They called her Old Mother Sphinx, because of her inscrutable eyes, and the tenderness of her mothering.
  • Again Ben led the way, keeping close to the edge of the runway and moving as fast as was comfortable for Winston to keep up. A gnawing feeling worked at Bens stomach. This was far too easy. Something had to go wrong. It always did. He must have been psychic. A dark shape moved in the jungle to his left. Ben stopped so abruptly that Liz collided with his back. He raised the Magnum. The first shot would be the one which alerted everyone on the island that they had visitors. Stealth and secrecy would vanish with a pull of the trigger.
  • This core, when completed, was wound in lengths on large reels, and was then submerged in water and subjected to a variety of severe electrical tests, so as to bring it as near as possible to a state of perfection, after which every inch of it was examined by hand while being unwound from the reels and re-wound on the large drums, on which it was to be forwarded to the covering works at East Greenwich, there to receive its external protecting sheath.
  • Feodorina Samuloff told me; you know she often helps Michaelovich to work at the press; she thinks it must have been either Louka or Gasin. Why should Michaelovich have sent them away when he hadn't finished work if one or the other of them had not made some excuse so as to get out of the way before the police came? But that is nothing, there will be time to find out which is the traitor; they know nothing, either of them, except that they worked at the secret press with him; they were never much trusted. But Michaelovich is a terrible loss, he was always daring and full of expedients.
  • I hope not when we're on it, working at our motor! Jack could not keep from exclaiming, looking with more interest than ever at the monster berg that had come all this distance from some glacier a thousand miles away, perhaps several times that distance, and would sooner or later lose itself in sub-tropical waters.
  • "OK, Crystal," Tanisha said, then turned to take Jon in her arms. Two hours up to Lees, maybe a little moreit would be their longest separation in weeks. Since they worked at the same job, they were rarely apart; sometimes they might go weeks before being separated for an hour. But, that was the way they liked it; despite the differences in their backgrounds, they almost always saw things the same way. They almost never disagreed on thingsand never, not once, had they ever had anything that could be called an argument. She threw her arms around her husband and gave him a kiss, then whispered in his ear, "Do the right thing."
  • "Are you working tomorrow, Brad? If you aren't I'll take the car in the morning. I'm going to work at least half a day, if not all day."
  • He ate one of the little cakes which really came from the pastry cook's just round the corner, and while his mouth was full, Helena proceeded with her talented conversation. She was working at full horse-power, she wanted to dazzle without intermission.
  • As Joslin acted my uncle's man of all work at the manor househis butler and valet, supervising his meals and clothing, keeping the keys to cellar and pantry, running whatever errands might come upso Rothman presided outside. He led the defenders should they be needed, hunted down vermin, kept an eye on the tenants, rode the fields and woods, supervised any building project be it barn or bridge, maintained discipline among the men, and handled almost any assigned task. A different man from Joslinharder, more confidenthe earned a greater share of my uncle's respect.
  • "So this is where all the supervisors are hiding." Laura was standing in the doorway looking at us. She worked at the customer service desk at the front of the store.
  • Gallant nodded after some forethought. "Dont say anything to Doughty, sir, and Im still struggling with the moral implications myself, but what she said made sense. And she proved it. At least to me. She is everything Ive ever wanted in a wife. She claims that I am likewise for her. Nightshade has been here for two hundred years and has worked at one of the markets nearest the gate to make sure she found the right man the moment he entered the gate. In the few hours Ive known her, I know more about her than I know about my own wife."
  • "Yes sir, I mean Glenn, we lost our herd you see, and I'm just looking to make my way for me and my family". Glenn sat back on his wagon chair and nodded slicing off another piece of a juicy Alesven red and crunching on it contemplatively. "Well lad, that's a simple but noble thing to say, and I heard about your issues with the sheep too, those damn wolves". Falk stood silent, Old Glenn looked from him to Aldwyn, something seemed to pass between them in that moment. Glenn looked back at Falk "Glad to have you on board, you can start with those there sacks of grain" said Glenn, his face breaking into a smile. As he spoke there were several mutterings from the men working at the back of the wagon which Glenn swiftly silenced "Less muttering and more hauling, when one of you is Harvest-master then one of you will call the shots, though I doubt you will ever get that far making loose judgements on people" the group fell silent but shot Falk several stares as he started to lug the sacks of grain onto the wagon.
  • It was a decent challenge, but the more I worked at it, the more I could feel my energy expand. I began to be able to feel the edges of it. It took a while to stop the heat. The rock I practiced on glowed red at first, but in the end I was able to leave it cool as I blew fire from my palms over it.
  • Not there, or at any place in the district. Or, for that matter, in any place in the United States unless I gave a false name. Steel workin' is my trade, an' I don't know any other; the men that run that trade in the United States refuse to let me work at it; very well, then, if the country won't let me earn my livin' by working for it, it'll have to give me a livin' without."
  • The mascot said, "Theres no magic recipe for every life experience. Running away is sometimes the wrong thing to do too. The only thing that works is what worked at that moment. Fikna could tell you a thing or two about that. You are in big danger. Theres no study-up for this. Our instincts will prove true or they wont."
  • Her hand trembled. She could not control her brush. The sketch of two native women in deerskin unionsuits, their brown shoulders bared, working at the task of splitting walrus skins, went unfinished while she took a long walk down the beach.
  • Refusing to be disheartened, he collected a jar of used, tractor engine oil from a dirt encrusted barrel by the door and dripped it on to the chain, working at the links one by one to free them.
  • The boats rowed to the reef, one on either side. The anchors were firmly fixed into the rock and, one being taken from the head and the other from the stern, the crews set to work at the capstan, and speedily had the vessel safely moored, broadside on, across the entrance to the reef.
  • The school having been called to order, the doctor then proceeded to read out to the senior class a problem in proportion or compound interest, or whatever it might be, and this they hurriedly scribbled down on their slates. If they did not understand it fully at first, he would read it again, but of course never gave any explanations. So soon as a scholar had clearly grasped the problem to be solved he set to work at its solution with all his might, and it was a most interesting spectacle to watch when the whole class, with heads bent close to the slates, made their squeaking, scratching pencils fly over them. Every possible shade of mental condition, from confident knowledge to foreboding bewilderment, would be expressed in their faces. The instant one of them had completed his work, he banged his slate down upon the backless chair, with the writing turned under. The others followed as best they could, and all the slates being down, they awaited the doctor's coming around to their class again.
  • With that, Julie ripped the top sheet of paper from the pad as a memory jog, and got up. Callahan watched her as she walked out of the room. He always tried to hire good-looking women to work at Tundra RX. It made the days interesting.
  • "Some of the men said he was a fool to risk that herd. My own opinion was that he thought the stuff wouldn't work at all in the open. Anyway, we got into the cars, and went out to the dandiest farm you ever saw.
  • King Pete was affronted and his voice was now reedy and thin. "You brave little worm, step aside; its my turn. Ive burned many a vermin with a yen to ascend to Petes crown. But the town is too small for them all; they fall, tumble, and sink. They stink, rank, their words become blank." He leaned close to Todd and smiled. "And then they give up and go work at the bank."
  • Upon making inquiries, he found that the man named worked at Mr. Penfold's, the mill wright at Lewes. He returned there at once and, going to Mr. Penfold, found the prisoner was absent from work. The men identified the brand on the tools as that of the prisoner. Another constable proved the arrest.
  • Even here he did not abandon caution. The straps were still about his waist. One of these he fastened to a rod. Then with one hand he clung to the framework before him, while with the other he worked at the task of adjusting instruments.
  • I dug out an envelope I'd happened to have in my pocket when I was working at the Club, and said: "Let that go, too. The only thing is, ask her if she'd like to go out tonight."
  • A few weeks went by and Sam thought he had it all figured out. The spring the schedule made the rounds for its lucky Club Hook-Up viewers. The people held in the highest regard would view the list of weekend themes first and sign up to work the weekend in advance. Sam had a friend named Bennie who worked at the camp and was privy to an advanced copy of the schedule. The two guys poured over the two stapled sheets like they were the answers to a final exam. For Sam, the content of the sheet meant almost as much as the actual weekend. When Sam scanned over the words Lesbian Weekend, his mind froze much as it had months earlier when he was between Natalie and Fran. In Sams misshapen world lesbian did not mean, "Hey pal, I only like girls." He saw a much deeper understanding of how he could turn an obvious disadvantage into a strength.
  • But .007 was very sober. He had never seen a wreck before, and it frightened him. The crew still laughed, but they worked at the same time; and .007 forgot horror in amazement at the way they handled the Mogul freight. They dug round him with spades; they put ties in front of his wheels, and jack-screws under him; they embraced him with the derrick-chain and tickled him with crowbars; while .007 was hitched on to wrecked cars and backed away till the knot broke or the cars rolled clear of the track. By dawn thirty or forty men were at work, replacing and ramming down the ties, gauging the rails and spiking them. By daylight all cars who could move had gone on in charge of another loco; the track was freed for traffic; and .007 had hauled the old Mogul over a small pavement of ties, inch by inch, till his flanges bit the rail once more, and he settled down with a clank. But his spirit was broken, and his nerve was gone.
  • As Jessica bent down to put on her boots Anne Howard sighed, thinking about their situation where children were being forced to work, and hard. The adults did the heavy backbreaking labour building the barricades. To the younger teenagers fell the day-to-day tasks ordinarily performed by these adults. Jessica and Jenny, the two Jays as they were known, were working at least ten hours a day on various necessary jobs, thus freeing their elders to work on the defences and to learn how to fight.
  • How anti-clutter was created was by a chance incident. Noodles was working at JPL late one night, without much success, sitting wearily on a couch. He rummaged through the waste paper basket thinking he may have missed a promising formula or calculation. Among dozens of pizza dockets, he found nothing. In a fit of temper, he hurled the waste paper basket across the laboratory and hit the balustrade surrounding the "nuclear pit" where fissionable material was being made. The basket teetered over the railing and toppled down into the pool of heavy green water. A blinding flash almost shocked Noodles out of his shell. After he recovered, he shuffled over to see what happened. The water had disappeared. At the bottom of the tank was a glowing, fistful of material which Botzi instantly recognised as the new fuel. It came from discarded waste -this was anti-clutter.
  • "The narrow place," said Cole, "where we found the gold was about fifty feet high, and nearly half way up to the top we discovered a huge boulder of pure gold, as large as a bushel basket, hanging by a slim thread of gold no larger than your finger. This thread was fully four inches long, and seemed to have been cut that way by some one who had been supported while doing so from above, for the boulder was in that position that if worked at from below it would crush the artisan in its fall. We were equally resolved to get hold of this mammoth prize, but the question how we could get it was not so easily solved, as it rested against the opposite side and would evidently turn and fall if this narrow thread was broken.
  • When Mark said she Connor cracked an eye to look down at Marks expression, just to see him grinning up, waiting to see a reaction of his own. Mark is like your average size best friend and is also quite popular among the ladies, but hes never dated anyone seriously for some reason. Hes always getting good grades in every subject and in every class, like he has done this before. He could charm any lady, young or old. He has jet black spiky hair and practically liquid silver eyes. He lives by himself in an apartment, so he works at the local diner on the weekends to earn enough income to live. Apparently his parents died a long time ago and he really doesnt like talking about it so Connor leaves that particular subject alone. Marks said hes been an emancipated teen since he was thirteen which is hard to believe, but he has all the legal documents to prove his case.
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