1 Now you better think 'bout this awhile.'
2 "I don't think I said anything," said Sid.
3 You never think of anything but your own selfishness.
4 He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of.
5 He hung his head and could not think of anything to say for a moment.
6 No, they think they will, but they generally forget the marks, or else they die.
7 He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied.
8 We'll do that 'dangerous' job after I've spied around a little and think things look well for it.'
9 Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick.
10 It was a great many years ago, and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign country.
11 No longer ago than yesterday noon, my Tom took and filled the cat full of Pain-killer, and I did think the cretur would tear the house down.
12 Tom Sawyer went home quite cheerful, thinking to himself that there was some satisfaction about divine service when there was a bit of variety in it.
13 He had but one marring thought; he was willing that the dog should play with his pinchbug, but he did not think it was upright in him to carry it off.
14 I couldn't sleep, and so I come along upstreet 'bout midnight, a-turning it all over, and when I got to that old shackly brick store by the Temperance Tavern, I backed up agin the wall to have another think.'
15 Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and betrayed such a suspicious excitement, for he had dropped the idea that the parcel brought from the tavern was the treasure, as soon as he had heard the talk at the widow's stile.
16 By-and-by, fatigue began to assert its claims; the children tried to pay attention, for it was dreadful to think of sitting down when time was grown to be so precious, moving, in some direction, in any direction, was at least progress and might bear fruit; but to sit down was to invite death and shorten its pursuit.
17 As the service proceeded, the clergyman drew such pictures of the graces, the winning ways, and the rare promise of the lost lads that every soul there, thinking he recognized these pictures, felt a pang in remembering that he had persistently blinded himself to them always before, and had as persistently seen only faults and flaws in the poor boys.
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