ten-twenty

I first saw Marvin when I was ten years old, living with my parents in Arlington, Virginia.

In less than ten minutes, the bivouac was broken up, and our little army on the march.

I presume the twenty-five or thirty miles at this end is unhealthy, even for natives, but it surely need not be so.

Ten minutes later, veiled and cloaked, she stepped out alone into the garden.

The clock struck ten, and clerks poured in faster than ever, each one in a greater perspiration than his predecessor.

Before daybreak we had ridden five and twenty miles, but had been compelled to abandon two more guns.