I got to.

I’d like to.

Listen to me.

I’m going to.

We aint got to.

She loved to fish.

You know we got to.

Liz started to cry.

“Here’s to next year.”

“Tastes good to a man.”

Jim began to feel great.

Over to the Indian camp.

That’s what we drink to.

I don’t know what to say.

He must get to somewhere.

They were glad to let her.

Come on back to the hotel.

But it seemed to fit Cohn.

That was a fine way to act.

Well, you ought to see her.

She loved to fish with Nick.

I oughtn’t to talk about it.

It was the only thing to do.

He liked to get into fights.

“I want to work,” Manuel said.

Now let’s drink to Chesterton.

He seemed very glad to see me.

“You don’t need to,” she said.

“No. We ought to get outdoors.”

We were going to the Champagne.

That ought to cinch it for them.

Her head was turned to one side.

You don’t want to think about it.

“Got anything to read?” he asked.

Only to get a job and be married.

“I’d like to meet him,” Nick said.

He was afraid to look at Marjorie.

He had to stop and wash his hands.

He didn’t seem to notice her much.

“I want to go with you,” Nick said.

He felt Bill coming up to the fire.

Now he must be nearly to Mancelona.

It don’t make any difference to me.

It belonged to Demaine, the oil man.

“Let’s drink to fishing,” Bill said.

What a lousy kid thing to have done.

Dick Boulton turned to Nick’s father.

Dropped a double header to the Giants.

It was a good thing to have in reserve.

I’m going to sew up the incision I made.