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Here—she meditated—is the newest empire of the world; the Northern Middlewest; a land of dairy herds and exquisite lakes, of new automobiles and tar-paper shanties and silos like red towers, of clumsy speech and a hope that is boundless.
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The ball went out of bounds.
She stepped out of bounds, so the other team got the ball.
something that holds things together, or wraps or covers or ties something
As she walked home—without hurrying—she remembered her father saying to a serious ten-year-old Carol, "Lady, only a fool thinks he’s superior to beautiful bindings, but only a double-distilled fool reads nothing but bindings."
As she walked home—without hurrying—she remembered her father saying to a serious ten-year-old Carol, "Lady, only a fool thinks he’s superior to beautiful bindings, but only a double-distilled fool reads nothing but bindings."
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The library buys books with a durable binding or rebinds them to make them stronger.
Had she really bound herself to live, inescapably, in this town called Gopher Prairie?
The first-story front of clear glass, the plates cleverly bound at the edges with brass.
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Spitting did not identify him with rangers riding the buttes; it merely bound him to Gopher Prairie—to Nat Hicks the tailor and Bert Tybee the bartender.
He never was, but round him was a suggestion of masked faces at the window, revolvers, cords binding him to a chair, his struggle to crawl to the key before he fainted.
His leg was thrust out before him, resting on a starch-box and covered with a leather-bound horse-blanket.
For years Carol had been little sister to Vida, and had never in the least known to what degree Vida loved her and hated her and in curious strained ways was bound to her.
Wasn’t it because they had been prevented by her caste from bounding on her own trail that they were howling at Fern?
"By the way, Carrie, while we’re talking of this: Of course I like to keep independent, and I don’t believe in this business of binding yourself to trade with the man that trades with you unless you really want to, but same time: I’d be just as glad if you dealt with Jenson or Ludelmeyer as much as you ran, instead of Howland & Gould, who go to Dr. Gould every last time, and the whole tribe of ’cause the same way.