1 The young man, skirting the side of the building, went down the slope toward the basement door.
2 He stood on the blackened foundation stones of the burned building, looked down the long avenue of trees leading toward the road and swore lustily, with a joy too deep for thankful prayer.
3 Then the railroad building era really began.
4 There's good money in empire building.
5 And Mrs. Meade told me she was thinking about building a log cabin when the doctor comes back to help her.
6 Someone had to nurse him and that meant one less worker at the business of fence building, hoeing, weeding and plowing.
7 Surrounding the building completely and covering the square of land of which it was the center were row after row of army huts, dingy and mud splashed.
8 She looked down the street toward the firehouse and saw that the wide arched doors were closed and heavily barred and two sentries passed and repassed on each side of the building.
9 It was raining when she came out of the building and the sky was a dull putty color.
10 He had given up all hope of continuing his medical studies and was now a contractor, working a labor crew of Irishmen who were building the new hotel.
11 She even talked of building a saloon on the property where her warehouse had been until Sherman burned it.
12 She had opened a new house of her own, a large two-story building that made neighboring houses in the district look like shabby rabbit warrens.
13 The demand for building materials was far greater than could be supplied.
14 While driving home with Uncle Peter one afternoon, she passed the house into which were crowded the families of three officers who were building their own homes with Scarlett's lumber.
15 He had contented himself with putting a flat roof on the remaining first floor which gave the building the squat, disproportionate look of a child's playhouse built of shoe boxes.