Kirkwood stirred the body with his toe, but the man made no sign.
A place that would be what a man made of it, from that which was within himself.
The man made a shrug of his shoulders, and took the copy upstairs.
The man made no reply to these words—he was apparently absorbed in his own thoughts.
But, whatever might be the cause, the man made his appearance no more.
Brothers, I am a Piqua, descended from the man made of ashes.
Through the broken portion of the wall to seaward a man made his appearance.
He volunteered this, but the New England man made no self-revealment.
But once again the man made his escape and it seemed this time that it was for good.
The man made a gesture to indicate that he did not understand.