'Don't let him cut my hand off- The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!' So. But the hand was gone already.

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

I always have felt strange when we came home To the dark house after so long an absence, And the key rattled loudly into place Seemed to warn someone to be get…

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

As a professor used to say to me, it's life or death out there so make it happen.'

Every minute that we lose will cost us great losses later that we will not be able to afford.

Wilt make haste to give up thy verdict because thou wilt not lose thy dinner.