As a result, I left the meet empty-handed.As a result, we just assumed it was bad luck. I, for one, felt terrible for letting the team down, but what was done was done, and we had no choice but to accept it. Any...
BACKPACK walks back to the truck. As he approaches the driver’s door, we CUT IN TO: TIGHT SHOT over the back-packed shoulder onto the DRIVER. DRIVER (CONT'D) (referring to items we see sitting on dashboard) You left your watch, your comb, your change... We STAY on the DRIVER ...
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The nice young officer slipped on his overcoat and left the room and the others took themselves off to the far end of the table where they talked in low tones and pawed at the papers.She stretched her feet gratefully toward the fire, realizing for the first time how cold they were and ...
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When Nanon had washed her dishes, locked up the remains of the dinner, and put out her fire, she left the kitchen, which was separated by a passage from the living-room, and went to spin hemp beside her masters. One tallow candle sufficed the family for the evening. The servant slept...
It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr Jones was safely out of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready...
Before long, he drove up to me. “I didn’t think you would call,” he said with delight. I hugged him as if he were an old friend. As I handed him the fare, he refused. “It’s a pleasure to make frien...
The sun was going down when we sailed into the port, and the doctor and Mr Trelawney took me to the beach. When we came back, Ben Gunn was waiting for us. “Silver has gone,” he told us, “but not empty-handed. He’s taken one of the bags of coins perhaps worth three or fou...