A boss she knew little about.
A car was parked on the far side of the woods, about a hundred yards from the house.
A little girl said she would write about "Summer."
About 10 feet back into the cave water oozed from the wall, slowly dripping into a small rock pool.
About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.
About this time I found out the use of a key.
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
Actually there was nothing sensitive about Russell Cade.
Actually, she knew very little about the man with whom she had promised to spend the summer.
Again, it struck her that she knew little about him.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
All experiments are fruitful if you don't have any preconceived notions about the results.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
All I could think about was my time in a coma.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
All right, let's talk about something else.
All this talk about bears was frightening her.
All those folks were going about their business and now they're dead.
Allen came here to ask me questions about you.
An old prospector told me about a woman he met in Ashley.
And anyway, Cade definitely isn't romantically interested in me, so there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
And didn't wedding vows say something about forsaking all others?
And the price was about the same as the tiny Cape Cod house the LeBlanc's owned in expensive Massachusetts.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
Any of our infrequent visitors or friends asking about the operation quickly developed a bleary look when we tried to explain what we did for a living.
Anyway, what's so terrible about a woman wearing pants?
Apparently Pete wasn't concerned about Bordeaux getting lost.
Are you complaining about the help, or are you jealous?
Are you worried about what Rachel said yesterday?
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?
Aunt Clara and Uncle George couldn't find enough good things to say about you.
Because you're the one who is concerned about my safety.
Besides the couple you told me about.
Besides, I couldn't even talk about Annie without bawling my eyes out.
Betsy scootched down and put her arm about him.
Betsy stopped me as I was about to follow.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
Between finals and her job at the hospital, Adrienne rarely had time to think about it much, though.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
Brennan confirmed the FBI was approached and questioned about the preponderance of credible tips.
But aren't you a little concerned about what people will say?
But he had warned her about the cold - warned her about the snow.
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
But I don't know anything about...
But I think Julie is right about one thing.
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
But think about what I said, OK?
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
But you sent him to get information about Yancey, didn't you?
Cade was a worker; there was no doubt about that.
Cade was trying to be accommodating, but sometimes he was as skittish about conversation as the cat was about being touched - and likely for the same reason.
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
Carmen remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing him to think about it.
Carmen tried to shut them out by thinking about something else, but her mind kept going back to the same thing.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
Certainly not that she knew about.
Claudette has no reason to be concerned about Mrs. Cade's furniture.
Considering his comment about ambition, he probably didn't consider the education wasted.
Could he actually be serious about this?
Could she have been wrong about it all?
Davis was right about one thing.
Did Alex think about that aspect?
Did he marry Valorie for love, or because she found out about his business?
Did it ever occur to you to ask what I thought about this?
Did they know about Darcie?
Did you hear anything about Pete and the guys?
Did you see something today that we should know about, Bordeaux?
Did you tell him about us?
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
Do you ever have dreams about him - I mean torrid ones?
Do you think he's one of people we tipped about to the line?
Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?
Do you want to tell me about it?
Don't you know people talk about a woman who spends weeks out here with men - and men start to get ideas.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about.
Even the way you felt about that attic.
Every night she dreamed about him - about the way his voice sounded when her ear was on his chest.
Everyone else is half-kidding about the existence of such a person but this guy knows he's for real.
Everyone probably knew about the incident with Dulce last night.
Everyone was right about Howard.
Everything came about fortuitously.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
First off; we can't have you or anyone near you making any attempt to find out anything about us.
For the first time she thought about the fact that he had no commitment to them at all, yet he had risked his life for them.
For the next two hours, the women talked delightfully about meaningless things that kept them laughing.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
For the next week, she tried to stay too busy to think about him.
Frankly, he's a pain in the ass about everything.
Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
Getting upset about it wasn't going to change anything, though, so she forced a grin as she met the troubled gaze of Fritz.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
Had he changed his mind about marriage?
Has Alex told you about the party?
Have you discovered anything more about him yet?
He asked if there were others and I told him about two.
He cared nothing about her.
He carried her about a hundred yards and then set her on her feet, slapping her backside with a sting that brought tears to her eyes.
He did act hesitant about it, but his encouragement sounded sincere.
He didn't care about her.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
He hadn't lied about any of it.
He has been here about an hour.
He laughed and muttered something about foolishness.
He looked to be about 25, but he had a 3-year-old daughter.
He may have spent time there or read about the place; we only had his word to the contrary.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
He probably thought she was getting serious about him as well.
He reiterated his concern about anyone outside our group learning of what we were doing.
He served about a dozen years for rape in California and dropped out of sight after he was released.
He talks about you - thinks about you all the time.
He thanked me and went about his daily business.
He thought she was crying about last night.
He was a very old man, bent nearly double; but the queerest thing about him was his white hair and beard.
He was attentive as Betsy and I explained our wedding plans and his hosts talked about Martha's pregnancy.
He was considering going to school but undecided about course study.
He was thinking about it now.
He was worried about the ranch.
He wasn't worried about her.
He won't go see a doctor, and Mom's worried about him.
He worries about all of us, you know.
He wouldn't know what that was about.
He's about the same height and weight but he's younger.
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
He's worrying very much about the new building.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
His house was situated seven miles from the office and about the same distance from Betsy and me.
Hopefully he wasn't talking about her.
How about approaching this scientifically?
How come I never heard about this?
How could he know she had become serious about him?
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
How did the twins feel about all of this?
How did you learn about the name change?
How high up are you talking about?
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
How would you feel if I was fighting with my brother and wouldn't tell you what we were fighting about?
Howie asked about my job and confessed he was spending far too much time doing nothing.
Howie broke out in a sweat when he thought about actually witnessing a killing.
Howie continued to be limited to about fifteen minutes or less each time.
Howie couldn't do anything about it; it happened two weeks ago.
Howie was about to become Father Abbott, a Catholic priest when a drunk in a half million dollar motor home broadsided him.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
I apologize for badgering you about your mother.
I asked my mother about visiting the country or a farm and she insisted I'd never travelled anywhere but here in New Hampshire until I left for the seminary.
I didn't ask about his family tree.
I didn't have much of an idea about the cost of raising children then, either.
I didn't hire him and I have no idea what deal you are talking about.
I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it.
I didn't want to think about it.
I do recall hearing about the grandfather paradox.
I don't care about solving cases.
I don't know about friends, but there sure are a lot of people in Ashley who seem preoccupied with everything I do.
I don't know much about him.
I don't know what to say, except, don't let it make you bitter about life.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.
I guess I never thought about that.
I guess I was wrong about both of you.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
I guess it means he hasn't told anyone about me.
I guess maybe hearing people talk... about their marriage.
I guess you're both excited about finding Alder's Bridge actually exists.
I had trouble sleeping on the sofa because I kept thinking about my vision from earlier.
I have no desire to interfere with something about which I know nothing.
I just wondered how you felt about him hiding things from you.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
I knew what I was about to say was far more than I wanted to offer.
I know you feel uncomfortable about driving my truck.
I know, and I feel bad about that.
I know; I'm not jelouss, but you and Martha have this thing between you that goes so far back I get dizzy thinking about it.
I lay there several minutes after I awoke and thought about what Howie experienced.
I looked up Andy Gordon and found lots of pictures of his paintings, but no pictures of him, and very little information about him.
I love thinking about the future.
I mean... about the ranch - and men?
I need time to think about it.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
I related Howie's comment about not letting go.
I remained seriously concerned about the toll the sessions were exerting on him.
I should have known how you felt about him.
I should have thought about it before, but it's never too late to stop doing something you know is wrong.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
I speculated out loud about giving up my job.
I spent months being probed, questioned, talked about and made to feel a freak.
I suppose I'd begin to doubt myself the more I thought about it.
I think I scared about ten years off my life too.
I think it's about time to move him from his cradle to his crib.
I think it's something about my body chemistry that they don't like.
I thought about it for the entire night.
I thought about it, but I was afraid you'd get mad.
I thought about it, not to chase you down, but so I wouldn't forget anything you might say.
I thought everybody around here knew about the Cade's.
I told you how I felt about my father.
I too wondered about my wife's rational.
I understood a good deal of what was going on about me.
I was sure he was making a mistake about the priesthood and I thought I was proving it.
I was talking about other people's children.
I was talking about the sunset.
I wasn't talking about my children.
I wondered about the step my friends were taking.
I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint "No Admittance" on my gate.
I wouldn't consider doing anything about this on my own.
I wouldn't worry too much about that sort of thing.
I... I suppose you've heard about me.
I'd not told my wife about Howie's sister Annie's abduction and murder.
I'd rather not talk about it.
I'll never get to sleep worrying about him.
I'll see about some rooms at the hotel.
I'll tell you about it later.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
I'm about to starve to death.
I'm not about to go on your honeymoon with you or watch Martha undress!
I'm not about to jeopardize my job by asking all kinds of questions.
I'm sorry about last night.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
I'm sorry about your father.
I'm sorry I talked about her that way.
I'm sorry I'm so positive about this.
I'm talking about Howie's reaction to witnessing a crime being committed.
I'm worried about Howie but I don't know what to do.
I've never thought about it before.
I've set up the same old power sources as New Hampshire and I managed to gather up about a third of the same plants.
If everyone would stop talking about it...
If he didn't bring up the subject again, she wasn't about to.
If he was concerned about the police, he gave no indication.
If she had asked about the building when we passed it, I might have figured she had never seen it, but she pretended she didn't notice.
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
If you don't want to talk about your mother, we won't.
If you'd just tell him about the baby...
If you're concerned about a messed up head, either shave it all off or comb over the scars.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
In fact, everything about him was masculine.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
In fact, the thing she found most attractive about Brandon was his smile.
In short, it tells us everything about ourselves.
In spite of ample opportunity to talk to him about the twins, she never brought it up.
In the meantime Betsy interrogated Howie relentlessly about any remembered details.
Is that what this is all about?
Is there some history I should know about?
Isn't it a little late to start worrying about that sort of thing?
It all seemed to be tailor made to her preferences - all but the part about staying alone in the house with him.
It did cross my mind that Mertz might have something to worry about, though.
It is a sad story, but if you will try to restrain your tears I will tell you about it.
It was a short distance from Surry Mountain Lake and park, and about seven mile from our recently established office in town.
It was also apparent that she was pleased about their discord.
It was an interesting mental exercise and said much about the desires of the participants.
It was heart wrenching when sometimes our tip failed to bring about justice.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
It was too late or too early to do anything about it now.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
It's about time he did something with this old house.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
It's about time you stopped acting like a child and...
It's fine to have high ideals about not going too far, but the reality of it is, it can happen before you realize what is happening.
It's so nice now to be home in the sun and have time to replenish my funds and think about my future.
It's utterly delightful with all the little school children scurrying about.
Julia had her own ideas about morality, obviously.
Julia rarely had much to say about anything lately.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
Just thinking about her brings back the urge.
Just thinking about something silly.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
Len told me about your car.
Let me think about it for a while.
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
Let's not argue about it.
Let's talk about it over a drink.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
Ma won't even talk about it but I read some old newspapers.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
Martha was anxious to hear about the outcome of the Georgia abduction as I'd not phoned her with the results.
Mary was right about one thing.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
Maybe he knew he was about to lose a good housekeeper.
Maybe it was the near-inaudible buzz or the rain on the roof, or my imagination, by I actually napped, for about twenty minutes.
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Maybe that was what she found so intriguing about him.
More than likely Alex didn't want to hear any more about danger, though.
Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.
Mother's about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds.
Mr. Cooms was apprehensive about what he described as an assault on our safety.
Mrs. Hertz was always talking about a nephew.
My dreams, the few times I remember them, are always about things that happened recently; people I just interacted with.
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
New local acquaintances never questioned us about work and we displayed no interest in anything pertaining to crime or mayhem.
No more just dreaming about it.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
No, but there's nothing odd about a Tom cat wandering off for a few days.
No, he didn't know about the Indians until now - or did he?
No. I was thinking about driving up to my parents place today.
Nothing Cade did indicated that he gave a hoot about what anyone else thought.
Nothing. I was just thinking about technology.
Now was the time to clear the air, and there was one thing about all this that didn't make sense.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
Of the war Princess Mary thought as women do think about wars.
Oh, I was supposed to tell you about a party.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
On the 1st of April it rained and melted the ice, and in the early part of the day, which was very foggy, I heard a stray goose groping about over the pond and cackling as if lost, or like the spirit of the fog.
One thing was obvious about Bordeaux.
Only Quinn seemed pleased with that result but when we tried to question him about it he refused to discuss the matter.
Or have you changed your mind about leaving tomorrow?
Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.
Over the next few days she thought about the job several times with mixed feelings.
People are always willing to believe the worst about others.
Presently they came to a low plant which had broad, spreading leaves, in the center of which grew a single fruit about as large as a peach.
Quinn added, We didn't want to wake him, or be talking about him while he might overhear.
Quinn worked on increasing the precision of time and location but it remained about the same; anything longer than a couple of days was a problem.
Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.
Read about things that are beautiful and good.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
Right now she didn't have time to think about that.
Right now she didn't want to think about Bordeaux or her father.
Sarah nodded, obviously still unsure about the situation.
See if you can find out anything about Pete and the guys.
Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
Several minutes were consumed in silent admiration before they noticed two very singular and unusual facts about this valley.
She could find no negative remarks about the self-made man.
She didn't want to talk about herself anyway.
She felt deceitful pumping Mrs. Marsh for information about Brandon's plans, but it was the perfect opportunity.
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
She glanced around the kitchen, knowing she should familiarize herself before breakfast, but feeling uncomfortable about exploring so soon after her arrival.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
She immediately told him about the incident with Jonathan and Alfonso and he simply nodded.
She knew little about Bordeaux except that she loved him.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
She lifted her head to ask him why Allen was asking questions about Yancey.
She plunged into the food on her plate, discovering that Brandon wasn't bragging about his mother's cooking.
She removed her gloves, wondering about the slow flush that was darkening his somber features.
She should probably listen to her gut feeling about this.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
She sounded thrilled about the baby, on the phone.
She told him about everything but the kiss.
She wanted to talk to Bordeaux about it, but they were moving so fast that conversation was impossible.
She was going to say that the bitter note in her tone was for someone who had betrayed her, but the whole world didn't need to know about their shame.
She wasn't supposed to know about the building.
Should she ask him about putting them up?
So he thought it was all about Howard and a love interest.
So I got to thinking about adoption.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
So, Bordeaux had told Darcie about the ranch.
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
Something about his flippant answer made her think he would be a master at verbal fencing.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
Sure, and you haven't entertained a single romantic thought about him?
Talk about being put on the spot; my beloved set me up in spades.
Thankfully it had never been one of the times that she was thinking about him though.
That alone tells me all I need to know about you.
That night as they prepared for bed, she approached Alex about it.
That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.
That would do, but what about something to eat with it.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
The doctor would learn he or she was treating the so-called psychic tipster but nothing else about the person's identity.
The downside of setting up identities was that someone would learn more detail about us than we'd previously released.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced of the incredible scope of Howie's gift.
The more she learned about the way he thought, the more she was convinced that people around him were the strange ones, not Cade.
The only dreams I dreamed were about Martha.
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
The scientist in Quinn yearned for answers and it was killing him that Howie was obdurate about limiting his gift.
The stage came to a halt in front of the station, and people drifted by, satisfying their curiosity about its occupants.
The two young women chatted endlessly about the latest fashion in Paris and the boys who were attracted to them.
Their food arrived about the same time as Pete and Bordeaux.
Then I remembered her talking to me about the paintings on his walls.
Then I started worrying about how I was going to take care of the baby and how much it would miss because I didn't have the money to...
Then, again, if he did want to talk to her about something, this was the perfect opportunity.
There are three small rooms upstairs but we'll explain about them later.
There he remained about ten minutes.
There is something about the way she looks at you when she needs your help – so vulnerable.
There isn't anything precious about this situation with Dulce.
There was a little girl of about six or seven playing with a doll on the floor.
There was nothing exotic about it; just a cluttered mess.
There was nothing sexual about his embrace this time.
There was something familiar about that face, yet she was certain she had never met him before.
There was something sacred about his trust in her.
There were more important things to think about at the moment - like how she was going to support a baby on her meager wages.
There's no reason to feel embarrassed about a normal body function.
There's nothing sensitive about Claudette, but if you want to move into that room upstairs with the balcony, go ahead.
There's nothing you can do about this and there's no point in burdening you with it.
These birds were of enormous size, and reminded Zeb of the rocs he had read about in the Arabian Nights.
They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it.
They didn't know about the science of surrogacy back then - but then, they didn't know about cesarean delivery either.
They had climbed about fifty feet.
They had to talk about everything.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
They're beginning to take this business seriously, but what about this Rupert Youngblood character?
Think about it constantly and plan.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
Thinking that turn and turn about is fair play, she seized the scissors and cut off one of my curls, and would have cut them all off but for my mother's timely interference.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
This is the herd I've been developing for about five years.
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
Was he also concerned about the Indians?
Was he being sarcastic, or was he still miffed about the losing the mules?
Was he going to say something about the fact that she wandered too far from the house?
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Was that what their conversation had been about today?
Was that what they had been arguing about?
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
We asked about buildings; there were none, only corn in the four fields separated by the cross roads.
We can get that little place in Tulsa that we talked about.
We didn't let on to this guy, Jude Bryce, about the tip but he was a close neighbor and the parents suspected he might be involved so he was in our radar.
We just got back about an hour ago.
We know not much about them.
We never-the-less decided to postpone discussion until the following day when, as Martha said, we had a night of rumination and our wits about us.
We talked about celibacy and all the stuff he'd miss.
We were an hour into our drive south before I broached the subject, asking her about the tete-a-tete.
We won't hassle you if that's what you're worried about.
We... actually, I... was thinking about adopting a few wild horses from out west where they have too many.
We'd built up a library of recorded sessions but became concerned about properly securing them.
We'll know more about her recovery tomorrow.
Well, he's about to outgrow the cradle.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd see my doctor about some form of birth control.
Well; sometimes girls are more sensitive about things.
What about giving one person a fool proof demonstration?
What about her feelings for him – perhaps gratitude?
What about sessions totally conducted by phone?
What about that intern who's been calling you so much lately?
What about the plants you're growing?
What about this boy Allen who called yesterday?
What about those we were accusing?
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
What did she know about him, after all?
What did she know about him?
What did you want to talk about?
What do you think about our little experiment?
What have you two been arguing about, and why did you kiss your brother like that?
What I pen about him will be pure speculation.
What kind of comment was that to make about her brother?
What made you so bitter about men?
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
What was it about him that attracted her so?
What was it about him that she found so attractive?
What were you thinking about that made you cry – last night?
What would he have to talk to her about?
What would you know about it?
What's different about our test?
What's he so upset about?
What's petrifying about that?
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
Whatever the reason, it felt good to have options he didn't know about.
When Mary answered, Cynthia stammered around about the weather and every other subject she could think of.
When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their minds to go out and get it for themselves.
While we kidded about selling Howie out for a million buck reward, the increased outside interest in our activities was a serious matter.
While we presumed Daniel Brennan and Merrill Cooms had gleaned much about our group from our many conversations, we continued to volunteer nothing concrete.
Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
Why couldn't she feel the same excitement about him?
Why didn't he do something about this cold house?
Why don't you call Brennan when we get to the office and see what he thinks about the mystical Mr. Youngblood?
Why were the police tight lipped about him?
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
Yet there was something about the way he moved, so full of grace and power.
Yet, there was something about him that attracted her like a June bug to a light bulb.
Yet, what about the uneasy feeling she had today?
You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
You don't happen to know anything about a murder in Delaware, do you?
You don't know anything about us.
You have nothing to worry about.
You know how I feel about that sort of thing.
You know that man I was telling you about - the one who comes in at exactly eight every Friday night?
You know you love each other, but you aren't about to admit it.
You know, Cade, there are others who feel the same way you do about the old ways.
You must ask him about every small thing?
You must feel awful about it.
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person.
You take time to think about a date, but I want to take you out tomorrow to look at engagement rings.
You were the one who thought about it long enough to calculate it out.
You'd think so and I guess he's curious about his past, but he's not as obsessed.
You're not going to lecture me about it?
You've gained some valuable experience about how things can get out of control so quickly.
Your Aunt was always talking about you, but she never mentioned a sister.