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Usage examples of barlow.

William Bedwell, William Barlow, Laurence Chaderton, Dr Branthwaite and Bois himself.

Hermon Husband nose-to-nose with the risen Barlow, his round black hat thrust down on his head and his beard bristling with pugnacity.

Barlow scowling in a grim Wyoming snowscape, with long black coat, dark hat, a Macintosh SE30 propped on a fencepost and an awesome frontier rifle tucked under one arm, will be the single most striking visual image of the Hacker Crackdown.

Barlow alone climbed to the summit of the southernmost of the treble peaks of the island.

Chief Barlow, hunched forward, his undershot jaw clenched on a cigar stub, regarded Larry steadily with his beady, autocratic eyes.

Ramel, his pupil unceremoniously neglected, hovered exclamatorily about him, and old Barlow, who had suddenly appeared, quivered in dumb excitement in the background.

As it happened, Kapor had already met Barlow, who had interviewed Kapor for a California computer journal.

Now Kapor took it upon himself to drop in on Barlow for a heart-to-heart talk about the situation.

After a year of EFF, both Barlow and Kapor had every reason to look back with satisfaction.

Barlow speaks of a child of two and three-quarter years with kyphosis, but mobility of the lumbar region, which walked on its elbows and knees.

Suddenly Barlow remembered Bootea had spoken of another reason for going to the Pindari camp.

Charlotte Cotton left the stricken ship with them, and Barlow, with an unlikely combination of good fortune and seamanship, was able to find a passage through the wild sea and murderous reefs into the quieter waters of the inshore channel.

It was Barlow, the man-of-all-work, who killed and plucked the poultry, peeled the potatoes and picked the peas, pulled the sweet-corn and the tomatoes, kindled the kitchen fire, harnessed the old splayfooted mare, --safe for ladies and children, and intolerable for all others, which formed the entire stud of the Jocelyn House stables,--dug the clams, rowed and sailed the boat, looked after the bath-houses, and came in contact with the guests at so many points that he was on easy terms with them all.

At that point they were obliged to return to Sugarloaf Mountain to investigate another death, the death of Alan Barlow in a house fire.

Right in the middle of the dispute, when it looked like maybe the Warrens would get to fighting among theirselves and finish each other before the Barlows could get there, I lit out with the boy Bill, which seemed to have considerable sense for a Warren.