Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...good enough to risk the life of a freelance, with a broader choice of mounts and the pleasure of hiring out to the highest bidders. After a couple of years of getting up at dawn to work horses and muck out stables, Bill found it nice to lie in bed late, then drive to the track to ride horses hand-picked by his agent...
...neighbors noted that her underwear was always immaculate-and Giuseppina had a liking for pink underskirts. She was wearing one of these when, just after the Christmas holidays, Neighbor Astorria Alessi found her delirious with fever and pneumonia, arranged to get her into Milan's huge (2,274-bed) Niguarda Hospital...
...Negro ward of Atlanta's Grady Memorial Hospital, a grizzled man sat up in bed, waiting to cry. If only he could weep, he might see again. David Dougherty, 62, had lost his sight almost completely as the aftermath of a rare disease,* which destroys the lacrimal glands producing the watery fluid that lubricates the eyeballs. For two days Dougherty sat in bed with increasing impatience. The doctor had told him he could expect to see again soon after the operation. Still no tears came. Then one noon Dougherty heard a lunch cart rattling down the corridor...
...mild temper and patience beyond endurance." The poor wretch of the laboratory "doesn't hardly ever have time to fix his self up, he is so busy experimenting. Usually single-if married not many kids, if any. But a real brain. Doesn't hardly ever go to bed." "I believe," said one student, "the typical scientist would stay in his little laboratory most of the time except to eat and go to conventions...
...your place.'' Slowly some details emerge: he drove her from the Polish quarter of their New Jersey factory town to a cheap Manhattan hotel, later fled, left her to stare vacantly at the ceiling. The symbolism of the recollected scene-the hearse and the casual bed, death and lust-could scarcely be more heavyhanded, but it is a measure of Author Bankowsky's writing skill that the reader nevertheless keeps asking: What drove the girl...