Colonel who got his wings?

Usage examples of sanders.

Like Sanders, he was gazing, not at the harbor, but at the forest slopes far inland.

However, Sanders was well aware of the dangers of imputing his own ambiguous motives for coming to Port Matarre to those around him.

Dismissing the priest from his mind within half an hour they would have disappeared their separate ways into the forest and whatever awaited them there Sanders felt in his pocket for his passport, reminding himself not to leave it in his cabin.

Ventress called up to him, waving one hand lightly, as if reminding Sanders that he was daydreaming.

However, Sanders realized only too well that by now, after fifteen years in Africa, ten of them at the Fort Isabelle hospital, any chance he may once have had of altering the outward aspect of himself, his image to the world at large, had long since gone.

Opening the passport, Sanders compared the photograph taken eight years earlier with the reflection in the mirror.

Reminded by the birth date in the passport that he had now reached the age of forty, Sanders tried to visualize himself ten years ahead, but already the latent elements that had emerged in his face during the previous years seemed to have lost momentum.

Ventress had referred to the Matarre forests as a landscape without time, and perhaps part of its appeal for Sanders was that here at last he might be free from the questions of motive and identity that were bound up with his sense of time and the past.

When Sanders became too persistent, he was reminded that the correspondence of people under a criminal charge was liable to censorship, but as far as Suzanne and Max Clair were concerned, the suggestion was grotesque.

On second thought, Sanders recognized that a far more sinister explanation for their departure from the hospital was at hand.

Ventress saluted him, then waved as Sanders made his way down the corridor.

At intervals Sanders saw him again, his dark figure lit by the sunlight, the white columns of the arcade framing him like the shutter of a defective stroboscopic device.

His high face passed Sanders without turning, like the pale, half-remembered profile of someone glimpsed in a nightmare.

As her face was reflected in the moving panes, Sanders had a sudden glimpse of Suzanne Clair.

His compact figure, held together as if all the muscles were opposing each other, contained an intense nervous energy that Sanders found almost uncomfortable.