Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
At midday the Russian baggage train, the artillery, and columns of troops were defiling through the town of Enns on both sides of the bridge.
Every Friday they went to town for groceries and he never questioned what she bought.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
This was a guy from a small town in Iowa who failed his 1933 entrance exam to the University of Minnesota.