Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
Those films are being made now.
By the time they arrived at the hospital, the twins were being placed in incubators.
I am a spiritually-centered person who loves every being she comes in contact with.
The Gargoyles were very small of stature, being less than three feet in height.
He was caught being drunk in the back of a cab.
I also liked to keep my hand on a singer's throat, or on a piano when it was being played.
There were bears and mountain lions, but in all the years she had lived here, she had never known of anyone being attacked.
It was exciting being at the forefront of drug development through the study of gene sequences.
No one knows how he escaped being dashed to pieces.
Then again, maybe he was being sued.
She glanced back to make sure she wasn't being observed.
Now, think about everything being recorded.
She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
They played with the lambs in the field and saw no human being but the shepherd.
You are being helped by an excellent salesperson who has been working there for twenty-five years.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
It had provided the opportunity for him to accuse her of being unfaithful.
Alex liked being in control, and he had none in this situation.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
He had the background and the education, but he obviously didn't have the inclination to adjust to the one being forced on him.
Like the stairs, it was finished to the point of being usable, but not completed.
"For being greedy and making children without god's consent," Carmen said.
She was the country bumpkin that he had to drag everywhere or be accused of being insensitive.
Would there be a point at which she stopped being surprised by his family?
For a moment she wanted to retract the part about being entertainment, but when he spoke she realized it might have been exactly what she needed to say.
Only an occasional sound of brush being pushed aside indicated he was still behind her.
Everything the vines touched they crushed, and our adventurers were indeed thankful to have escaped being cast among them.
"And Alpatych is being sent to Smolensk?" asked Princess Mary.
Women's fuss! muttered Alpatych to himself and started on his journey, looking round at the fields of yellow rye and the still- green, thickly growing oats, and at other quite black fields just being plowed a second time.
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
What struck him most was the sight of a splendid field of oats in which a camp had been pitched and which was being mown down by the soldiers, evidently for fodder.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
While the horses were being harnessed Alpatych and Ferapontov over their tea talked of the price of corn, the crops, and the good weather for harvesting.
The town was being bombarded by a hundred and thirty guns which Napoleon had ordered up after four o'clock.
"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.
Noticing him, an officer said: The town is being abandoned.
Smolensk is being abandoned.
Tell me, for God's sake, what will Russia, our mother Russia, say to our being so frightened, and why are we abandoning our good and gallant Fatherland to such rabble and implanting feelings of hatred and shame in all our subjects?