1 He thinks too he has syphilis.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 3: 25 2 He was thinking about something else.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 1: 11 3 Maybe she was lying thinking about me.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 3: 28 4 I was thinking about her when Rinaldi came in.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 3: 25 5 "All thinking men are atheists," the major said.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 1: 2 6 I lay down on the bed and tried to keep from thinking.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 4: 35 7 I was not thinking at all but read the paper of the man opposite me.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 5: 41 8 I just woke up thinking about how I was nearly crazy when I first met you.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 5: 38 9 They were all trying to get across as soon as they could: thinking only of that.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 3: 30 10 It seemed to work sometimes but that was probably because we were thinking the same thing anyway.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 2: 18 11 I was awake for quite a long time thinking about things and watching Catherine sleeping, the moonlight on her face.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 5: 38 12 But it was not my show any more and I wished this bloody train would get to Mestre and I would eat and stop thinking.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 3: 32 13 I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 4: 34 14 I remember thinking at the time that it was the end of the world and a splendid chance to be a messiah and lift the log off the fire and throw it out where the ants could get off onto the ground.
A Farewell to Arms By Ernest HemingwayContext In BOOK 5: 41 15 Hard as the floor of the car to lie not thinking only feeling, having been away too long, the clothes wet and the floor moving only a little each time and lonesome inside and alone with wet clothing and hard floor for a wife.
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