jehu

Jehu was standing at the back of the group and he pushed through to the front.

Jehu had taken his own carved chair at the center of the high table.

The word was spoken loud enough for Jehu to hear him.

Jehu was often called John in various documents, and seems to have used both names himself.

Jehu raised a hand for silence and turned to face the mirror.

If it rises any more we should think about turning around for home, Jehu.

Jehu pointed with one hand toward the mass of people on the opposite side.

Moe took the turn with the speed of a jehu.

Jehu stood there, staring out into the darkness of the evening.

Directly opposite them was the mirror that Jehu had mentioned.

Jehu had made a valiant effort to pull himself together.

You'd better go now; and promise me not to drive like Jehu."

The jehu simply eased his cab to a parking space across the street.

The woman glanced at Jehu, who imperceptibly shook his head.

Jehu was on his feet, shouting for the teenager to sit down again and keep quiet.

Jehu was also busy nearby and he heard the muttered conversation.

She was already a mother of seven children, and she bore Jehu three more.

The jehu gave no further thought to the startling disappearance of his passenger.

Then Jehu, the good missionary, rested from his labors once more.

Immediately the doors were closed again, and Jehu clapped his hands to order the food brought in.

"Over here," Jehu said, pointing to a space in the front row, to the left of the square.

Jehu had left them, saying that they had half an hour before the evening food would be served.

"There has to be a reason why there's nobody over the age of twenty-five, Jehu.

Jehu recited it like it was a great religious truth.

Jehu rushed down the far side of the gentle hill, toward the panicked little ones.