Word: ran
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...guard] then turned around and found [theother guard] facing him. [The guard] then statesthat [the other guard] pushed him two or threetimes up against the wall. [The guard] states thatMr. Dowling, who was in the office during theincident, ran over and pushed [the second guard]aside...
...Shone writes in the catalog, Sickert's career ran parallel to all the great Modernist movements from the 1880s to the 1930s but belonged to none of them. He was "a passionately self-isolating figure . . . highly individual, combining expected elements of the European mainstream with personal tastes that can appear willful or mandatory." He was also a witty and truthful art critic, whose essays and journalism, collected in 1947 by Osbert Sitwell under the title A Free House!, are never dull and often possess a Shavian energy. Courageous to the point of eccentricity, Sickert always followed his own nose...
...amazingly, less than two weeks after the ship ran aground on a trip from Norway to Canada, much of the visible evidence of the spill had disappeared. The water in the immediate area around the wreck still had patches of oil churning below the surface. But farther out, the sea had returned to its azure state, and there was no spreading slick. While some beaches were stained by puddles of ooze characteristic of spills, the damage to the coast was far from catastrophic...
...heart, Anna Christie is about parents and children. O'Neill's actor father James died a few months before the play was written, and in it you can see Eugene -- the tramp poet in a fog, the son who ran away to sea -- raging at a dying generation's prejudices before reconciling himself to the people who hold them. In a subtler way, Richardson has donned the mantle of her incandescent mother, Vanessa Redgrave. By evening's end, the young star has settled onto the old O'Neill sofa. Why, they might have been made for each other...
...HOMEGROWN COUNTRY STORYTELLER commences with Cousin Sarah's cork leg, then ramifies: she had a great-uncle whose daughter ran off with a trombone player, who had a half-sister who . . . T.R. Pearson's skilled and artful variant moves in great, loopy spirals of anecdote, so that every now and then the apparently aimless stagger of narration swirls briefly to within sight of the original, stated objective. In the case of CRY ME A RIVER (Henry Holt; $22), this is the murder of a cop in a Southern town, told bemusedly by one of his colleagues. This sixth novel...