beanpole

On the way, Beanpole had told me his side of events.

Beanpole, from the look he gave me, thinking along the same lines.

Beanpole said something, in a lower voice, which I did not catch.

Beanpole had told me that in his' country nothing of this sort was provided.

I told him Beanpole was here, too, and he nodded.

I thought they might be able to cast some light on it, that Beanpole.

Beanpole, of course, worked it all out to his satisfaction.

I was thinking about this when Beanpole moved suddenly beside me.

"We will get across there in the morning," Beanpole said.

Beanpole said, "I thought you were going to lose that one."

And a place full of bottles, which Beanpole told us was wine.

Beanpole started to say something then stopped and merely nodded.

I ground to a halt at last; Beanpole had finished much earlier.

You just can't see it, because he's such a beanpole.

Beanpole said, "if it can watch us through leaves and branches."

It was a month since Beanpole and I had come here.

Beanpole, obviously, was the sort they would need to work things out for the attack against the Masters.

He sat at the center of the long table, with the scientists, including Beanpole, clustered around him.

The thing to do, Beanpole said, was to secure them with cross pieces.

I heard Beanpole call again, but could not spare the energy to look for him or to reply.

Beanpole stared at me, his eyes showing nothing behind the lenses.

It must have reached and passed the place where Beanpole had conducted the operation on me.

The fact that she was still skinny as a beanpole, not filling out like the rest of them.

It was a great help that Beanpole was with us.

The spikes took some negotiating, but Beanpole was able to get a hand over them to help me.