But now behold the student coming up the street!

The following day, at noon, the students came in, hurrying up the great stair.

The students came in quiet and anxious, and surrounded her bed.

The following day, at noon, the students came in, hurrying up the great stair.

The students came in quiet and anxious, and surrounded her bed.

It was after midnight when the student came down from the preacher's study.

The door below opened, and the students came out, Father at the head, very tall, very straight, his ruddy hair shining in the late afternoon sun, his shirt-sleeves rolled up over his arms, and a baseball in his hand.

Every time the student came home, his father gave him the same silent caress.

Many tribes are represented, and the students come from all directions.

From Gaul, from Britain, from Germany, from dozens of scattered places throughout the wide dominions of Charlemagne, the students came; were kept, as Bede expressly tells us, free of cost in the Irish monasteries, and drew their first inspirations in the Irish schools.

The cold would kill him, was his opinion; and so, when the students came with their essays and treatises, the manuscripts were warmed at the stove before he read them.

From Lincoln's Inn, in 1613, when the Princess Elizabeth married the elector-palatine and went off to Heidelberg Castle, the students came to the palace with a piece written by Chapman, and the performance cost a thousand pounds.

“Where do most of the students come from,—all what you call Hoosiers?” “Oh, no!