Who with?

She loved to fish with Nick.

“No. He’s out with the gun.”

He was delighted with Italy.

Little waves came in with it.

I had a row with Dick Boulton.

I’m p-paralysed with happiness.

It mixed slowly with the whisky.

They made a fire with driftwood.

He sat with the gun on his knees.

“I want to go with you,” Nick said.

She snapped them out with her fingers.

She sat there with her back toward him.

One of the ministers was sick with typhoid.

The Indians rowed with quick choppy strokes.

He reads deep books with long words in them.

The Indian lay with his face toward the wall.

Just carts loaded with everything they owned.

Jim was sleeping with his mouth a little open.

The doctor wiped his gun carefully with a rag.

Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

Bill came down with a pair of heavy wool socks.

The two men smiled when Jim came in with the jug.

Sometimes the bull only bumped him with his head.

He touched the bump over his eye with his fingers.

The others went down and took the bottles with them.

“But you’ll have to be up with the lark,” she added.

Villalta became one with the bull and then it was over.

Rinaldi lay still in the sun, breathing with difficulty.

Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

It was cold but Liz was hot all over from being with Jim.

“Sorry,” he said, outside her window with the blinds drawn.

Young Buckley came in with his patrol from across the river.

He had cut his foot very badly with an ax three days before.

He found Nick sitting with his back against a tree, reading.

He was fat with only a few hairs of mustache like a Chinaman.

And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.

Liz took off her coat and leaned over and covered him with it.

One of the white men sat on his cot with his head in his hands.

It would have been all right with Mrs. Smith but Liz was afraid.

She was afloat in the boat on the water with the moonlight on it.

When he was satisfied with his hands he went in and went to work.

“The birds will lie right down in the grass with this,” Nick said.

Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other with the soap.

She came in with the boat and ran the second line out the same way.

The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side.

It’ll be all right for bait but it’s better with the ventral fin in.

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire.

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.