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Updated: June 4, 2025
Then they put in the sides of beef on iron rods, and cover it all over with green boughs. And when that meat is roasted, you never tasted anything so good." "It must be nice to live out there," mused Joy. "I'd like to go and take pictures sometime," said Shirley. "Maybe you can someday. Wouldn't I love to show you my mountains and desert!" "And would you let me ride Powder?" asked Bet.
The lad told them he was going to make a lot of money and that someday he would pay them for all they had done for him. And he kept his word faithfully. "Maybe. I reckon Barnum & Bailey will be wanting us first thing we know," answered Teddy. "We shall be lucky if we hold on to the job we have already. Did Mr. Sparling say what he would pay you?" "No, he didn't think of that at least I didn't.
I leave behind me my wife, and a boy. I know that, at present, you are scarcely likely to be able to do much for them, pecuniarily; but as you will someday possibly not a very distant one inherit the title and estate, you will then be able to do so, without hurting yourself. "We have never seen much of each other.
I'll let the reader decide what faces the Canadian made during this lecture on hunting ethics. Furnishing such arguments to a professional harpooner was a waste of words. Ned Land stared at Captain Nemo and obviously missed his meaning. But the captain was right. Thanks to the mindless, barbaric bloodthirstiness of fishermen, the last baleen whale will someday disappear from the ocean.
What are you going to do with all of that money?" "I think I will buy out the Sparling shows, someday, when you get tired of the business and want to sell at any old price," answered the boy boldly. The showman laughed heartily. "So you think you would like to own a show, do you?" "Yes, sir, I am going to Phil and I."
Hovan would never make a Ranger he was too old, too molded by Fleet discipline, and far too clan-oriented but there would be non-human Rangers someday, and eventually a non-human Sovereign. He liked that idea. Intelligence was what counted, and the Traiti certainly had as much of that as any of the Imperial races.
I'll get the Cavour drive someday, Alan thought suddenly. And I'll be getting it for him as well as me. The bizarre buildings of the Enclave loomed up before him. Behind them, just visible in the purplish twilight haze, were the tips of the shining towers of the Earther city outside. Somewhere out there, probably, was Steve. I'll find him too, Alan thought firmly.
"I don't know when I began to love her, but I have loved her and her alone all my life, and I love her so that I cannot imagine life without her. I cannot propose to her at present, but the thought that perhaps she might someday be my wife and that I may be missing that possibility... that possibility... is terrible. Tell me, can I hope?
The other personage I have mentioned is young and green, and not bright, not learned, and not wise. He will be, though, someday if he recollects the answers to all his questions. He is known about the ship as the "Interrogation Point," and this by constant use has become shortened to "Interrogation." He has distinguished himself twice already.
Take six days a week, ten hours a day, and multiply by fifty-two and you get three hundred and twelve. Three hundred and twelve days a year, hunting down clients, talking, walking, driving, expounding; trying in his early thirties to build the foundation he should have begun building in his early twenties the foundation for the family he had suddenly realized he wanted and someday hoped to have.
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