1 He was working so hard that he did not hear us coming.
2 Formerly Fuchs attended to such things after working hours.
3 We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day.
4 The two Russians made good farm-hands, and in summer they worked out together.
5 They worked in Chicago, Des Moines, Fort Wayne, but they were always unfortunate.
6 It was a soft grey day outside, with heavy clouds working across the sky, and occasional squalls of snow.
7 I tied my pony and went into the kitchen where Mrs. Shimerda was baking bread, chewing poppy seeds as she worked.
8 He had relatives in Bismarck, a German settlement to the north of us, but for a year now he had been working for grandfather.
9 You never got anywhere working for your relatives, he said, so when he was a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning good money.
10 But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine.
11 The husband, in Chicago, was working in a furniture factory for modest wages, and when he met his family at the station he was rather crushed by the size of it.
12 All through the wheat season, she told us, Ambrosch hired his sister out like a man, and she went from farm to farm, binding sheaves or working with the threshers.
13 I did not go home for my first summer vacation, but stayed in Lincoln, working off a year's Greek, which had been my only condition on entering the freshman class.
14 Months afterward we got a card from Otto, saying that Jake had been down with mountain fever, but now they were both working in the Yankee Girl Mine, and were doing well.
15 I replied that grandmother had written me how Antonia went away to marry Larry Donovan at some place where he was working; that he had deserted her, and that there was now a baby.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: I 16 I remember one funny story about himself that made grandmother, who was working her bread on the bread-board, laugh until she wiped her eyes with her bare arm, her hands being floury.
17 I can see them now, exactly as they looked, working about the table in the lamplight: Jake with his heavy features, so rudely moulded that his face seemed, somehow, unfinished; Otto with his half-ear and the savage scar that made his upper lip curl so ferociously under his twisted moustache.
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