1 None of us will ever be hungry or cold.
2 It needed salt badly but she was too hungry to hunt for it.
3 The sight of them drove her almost to madness, for she was as hungry as they.
4 I'm going to live through this, and when it's over, I'm never going to be hungry again.
5 Always the rising chorus swelled: "We are hungry, your wife, your babies, your parents."
6 He was almost barefoot, crawling with lice, and he was hungry, but his irascible spirit was unimpaired.
7 This was the end of the road, quivering old age, sickness, hungry mouths, helpless hands plucking at her skirts.
8 Hers was not the only troublesome appetite at Tara, for wherever she turned hungry faces, black and white, met her eyes.
9 Well, I must admit we did a bit of private looting in that corn, for we were all pretty hungry and what the General don't know won't hurt him.
10 Somewhere a barefoot army in dirty homespun was marching, fighting, sleeping, hungry and weary with the weariness that comes when hope is gone.
11 Yet here she was exposed to the sun in a broken-down wagon with a broken-down horse, dirty, sweaty, hungry, helpless to do anything but plod along at a snail's pace through a deserted land.
12 The moist hungry earth, waiting upturned for the cotton seeds, showed pinkish on the sandy tops of furrows, vermilion and scarlet and maroon where shadows lay along the sides of the trenches.
13 She bent on him an unseeing glance that was so passionately bitter he stirred uneasily, "Some day, when this war is over, I'm going to have lots of money, and when I do I'll never be hungry or cold again."
14 Again the gray lines were summoned swiftly from their red ditches to defend the railroad, and, weary for sleep, exhausted from marching and fighting, and hungry, always hungry, they made another rapid march down the valley.
15 She was hungry and dry with thirst, aching and cramped and filled with wonder that she, Scarlett O'Hara, who could never rest well except between linen sheets and on the softest of feather beds, had slept like a field hand on hard planks.
16 Now Ashley was going away, back to Virginia, back to the long marches in the sleet, to hungry bivouacs in the snow, to pain and hardship and to the risk of all the bright beauty of his golden head and proud slender body being blotted out in an instant, like an ant beneath a careless heel.
17 If she could only reach the kind arms of Tara and Ellen and lay down her burdens, far too heavy for her young shoulders--the dying woman, the fading baby, her own hungry little boy, the frightened negro, all looking to her for strength, for guidance, all reading in her straight back courage she did not possess and strength which had long since failed.
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