1 Desperation plucked at her when she looked at the angry sore on her toe.
2 Just when she needed her strength most, this toe had to fester.
3 She slipped off her worn shoe and, barefooted, she pattered swiftly to the bureau, not even feeling her festered toe.
4 Big Sam looked down and his bare toe traced aimless marks in the road.
5 He dug his toe into a drift, like a schoolboy.
6 stamped on the toe, and an unexplained red glass dish which had warts.
7 She walked the rails, balancing with arms extended, cautious heel before toe.
8 Willis and Mrs. Woodford arrived, Willis in home-made knickers and black sneakers through at the toe; then Dr. and Mrs. Harvey Dillon, people as harmless and grateful as the Woodfords.
9 Why, ma'am, it was simple enough; he pulled the trigger with his big toe.
10 An awkward little Russian girl whom she had taken into her work-room had dropped a flat-iron on Lena's toe.
11 It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his toe and he conceived it to be his privilege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
12 He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound.
13 So the boy eagerly drew his sore toe from under the sheet and held it up for inspection.
14 Tom groaned louder, and fancied that he began to feel pain in the toe.
15 The groans ceased and the pain vanished from the toe.