1 He looked at the sun carefully.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 3 2 But since I am not crazy, I do not care.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 2 3 He did not care that they saw him crying.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 4 4 He chewed it carefully and then spat out the skin.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 2 5 The old man looked carefully in the glimpse of vision that he had.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 3 6 "Then live a long time and take care of yourself," the old man said.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 1 7 He felt the line carefully with his right hand and noticed his hand was bleeding.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 2 8 He started to work his way back to the stern on his hands and knees, being careful not to jerk against the fish.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 3 9 It was there, cleaned and ready, and he picked it up with his left hand and ate it chewing the bones carefully and eating all of it down to the tail.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 3 10 He was thirsty too and he got down on his knees and, being careful not to jerk on the line, moved as far into the bow as he could get and reached the water bottle with one hand.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 2 11 He took hold of the line carefully so that it did not fit into any of the fresh line cuts and shifted his weight so that he could put his left hand into the sea on the other side of the skiff.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 3 12 He adjusted the sack and carefully worked the line so that it came across a new part of his shoulders and, holding it anchored with his shoulders, he carefully felt the pull of the fish and then felt with his hand the progress of the skiff through the water.
The Old Man and the Sea By Ernest HemingwayContext In 2 13 Shifting the weight of the line to his left shoulder and kneeling carefully he washed his hand in the ocean and held it there, submerged, for more than a minute watching the blood trail away and the steady movement of the water against his hand as the boat moved.
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