h-hour

So here I am in my requisite Lululemon pants, grunting along to an old hip-hop song at a most ungodly hour.

I remember H. Jon Benjamin told me it was a way-too-late apology for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

An hour later, he scored a second flight to Johannesburg for $380.

In a 2009 interview, Church apostle Dallin H. Oaks held that the Church “does not have a position” on that point.

He was released within the hour without a bond on his own recognizance.

The night wore on, and the clock downstairs was striking the hour of two when she suddenly awakened.

G was a gamester, who had but ill-luck; H was a Hunter, who hunted a buck.

The sound of my step shall make your heart jump; a look from me shall make you dumb for an hour.

Words are often everywhere as the minute-hands of the soul, more important than even the hour-hands of action.

After an hour, however, he reached this decision: He would not go to or call up Mrs. Merley.