If I had sky-sail poles, I'd sway them up now.
It seems so, but I'd write him down as a none-believer.
I think I'd rather freeze to death.
My terms are far kinder for you than I'd give anyone else.
Alex is a guest here, and I'd appreciate it if you'd keep that in mind the next time you show up.
I had related to the detective what I'd learned from Willard Humphries, Grasso's cell mate, that he had a hide out somewhere away from Santa Barbara.
He knew I was adopted by my stepfather, but he wasn't sure what I'd been told, so he just kept quiet.
When I'd given him the information he left his office.
I was afraid he'd bite the man and I'd get in big trouble.
It's getting close to supper, so I'd better go in.