He had noticed overnight the name of the Belgian city, “Liege,” engraved on it.
He cut out the work again overnight and found it done in the morning, as before; and so it went on for some time: what was got ready in the evening was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon became thriving and well off again.
He thought of little things–Turk Smollet wheel- ing boards through the main street of his town in the morning, a tall woman, beautifully gowned, who had once stayed overnight at his father’s hotel, Butch Wheeler the lamp lighter of Winesburg hur- rying through the streets on a summer evening and holding a torch in his hand, Helen White standing by a window in the Winesburg post office and put- ting a stamp on an envelope.
Phileas Fogg was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of unbroken regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home overnight, he felt sure that this would be the place he was after.
Now he had been sent by Denisov overnight to Shamshevo to capture a “tongue.” But whether because he had not been content to take only one Frenchman or because he had slept through the night, he had crept by day into some bushes right among the French and, as Denisov had witnessed from above, had been detected by them.
I made my preparations for my journey southward overnight; and I resolved to start for London the next day–unless I heard of some change in Mrs.
“Don’t listen to those who promise you wealth overnight, my boy.
Then we crept out of the house, and ran as quickly as we could down the ill-made road by which I had come overnight. The houses seemed deserted.
Geoffrey had arranged overnight, to breakfast early, by himself, and to walk the ten miles to his brother’s house; sending a servant to fetch his luggage later in the day.
The change in the weather, foreshadowed overnight, had come.
When he returned, he told her that he would have to stay overnight there, but she could go on home.
At this very moment everything is standing awry to my eyes, for a man needs only to work late overnight in his writing of something or other for, in the morning, his eyes to be red, and the tears to be gushing from them in a way that makes him ashamed to be seen before strangers.