Right now I'm training in preparation for the day we set off.

The suicide bomber fired towards former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto, but missed.

Using the rudder and the jib with the wind behind it we backed up, turning the bow to the direction we wanted to go.

What Alice, waiting for a reply, was faced with was a sudden howl. It was a resounding noise, sharp as to burst her ear drums, loud as to reach unto the heavens.

I guess Ichiko is a fellow rule-breaker, she's sending me a smile filled with affection for a comrade.

"Pretty gem, isn't it?" Not knowing if it was a suitable subject or not, but anyway I tried to get her interest that way.

The two countries will negotiate a settlement to the crisis.

A passenger airplane took off for the USA.

We looked, but saw nothing.

She will start for Kyoto the day after tomorrow.

I aimed my gun at the target.

The soldier aimed his gun at the man.

Their envy was directed toward her beauty.

She cast an eye in his direction.

She cast an eye in his direction.

She turned her back to me.

She seems to have left for Tokyo yesterday.

She started for Kyoto yesterday.

Her eyes rested on the young man reading newspaper.

They will set sail for Bombay next Monday.