morning line

Last week I turned 40, a bittersweet occasion because I crossed the line to living longer without my mother than with her.

In this position, the line of cavalry formed the chord of the arc described by the river, and occupied by us.

“This is a distressing predicament for these young people,” thought Mr. Pickwick, as he dressed himself next morning.

On the morning after Ramona's disappearance, words had been spoken by each which neither would ever forget.

The lady in black was reading her morning devotions on the porch of a neighboring bathhouse.

There he gave orders for the car to be put into running condition for the following morning, and returned to the hotel.