Bentley, e.g.

Usage examples of car.

Each time he returned to the car, he half expected the girl to be gone, but she sat quietly holding the baby and absently stared toward infinity.

For instance, if your forward-facing chair is bolted to the floor and your compartment is being accelerated forward, you will feel the force of your seat on your back just as with the car described by Albert.

As he studied her sleeping face, he ached inside to stop the car and take hold of her, to whisper her name against her mouth, to tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, so much that already his body-He cursed under his breath, reminding himself that he was closer now to forty than to twenty and that the turbulent, uncontrollable reaction of his body to the merest thought of touching her was the reaction of an immature boy, not an adult man.

The valley wanted to get everything to market in one generation, indifferent to the fate of those who should come after-the passes through the mountains being choked by cars carrying to the coasts crops from increasing acreage of declining productivity or the products of swiftly disappearing forests or the output of mines that must soon be exhausted.

When the MP car went back across the tracks, carson got out and let himself into the admin office.

Her childhood and adolescence had been full enough of taps on the phone, cars across the street, name-calling and fights in school.

In addition, because businesses in the enclosed center no longer had to advertise to passing car traffic, their storefronts could be more subdued and harmonious.

It had been arranged that the two girls were to spin back to town in the car, the aeroplane following them as closely as possible from above.

To think how when I find this lucky star, And stand beneath it, like the Wise of old, I shall mount upward on a golden car, Girt round with glory unto worlds afar, While Earth amazed the wonder shall behold, That bears me unto happiness untold!

Honorius the afrit leaped upon the bonnet of the car, femurs akimbo, hands on hip bones, skull cocked at a jaunty angle.

A siren dome, a police car, and he pulled back the injection slide on top of his gun, releasing it, aiming steadily.

In the dingy little dining-room of the Albergo Monte Gazza, a mountain inn miles from anywhere, situation arduous for walkers and pointless for cars, tariff humanely adjusted to the purses of the penniless, his poise and finish made him a grotesque.

He had to put up with alcopop containers and Nonik cartons and similar refuse thrown from the cars on their way to blowouts in Gunnartown, but it was worth it.

To his right, a row of dead salmon birds and ribbon birds, Alfin smiling in his sleep, and one of the Carther Tribe women, the pregnant one, Ilsa.

This was the person who had driven my car through the night five months before--the person I had not seen since that brief call when he had forgotten the oldtime doorbell signal and stirred such nebulous fears in me--and now he filled me with the same dim feeling of blasphemous alienage and ineffable cosmic hideousness.