His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
He scraped sand over the scorpion, burying it from her view.
I like the idea of burying the supplies, but I don't think the Indians would be fooled if we buried everything – even if we could.
We'll spend two hours burying supplies - no more.
Jenn sensed the next vamp charge her and spun, burying her knife in the neck of the nearest before she lashed out with a kick at the next.
I thought you'd be happy I spared him instead of burying him with the others.
He'd seen from burying his brother that a king's greatest weakness was the woman at his side.
"Sofia!" he snarled, burying his head under a pillow.
Burying her face in her hands, she let the sobs rule.
Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled deeply.
Jackson drew Elisabeth close, burying his nose in her hair.
She caught up to him at the door, surprising him with the quiet of her bare feet on the carpet and gave him a hug from behind, burying her head against his back and holding on for a long while.
The man reached down with one hand and pulled his partner to a standing position and nudged Dean forward all in one motion, burying his gun in the detective's side.
She'd work on burying her emotions again, this time deeper than before.
There she finally gave up and sat down, burying her face in her hands.
Xander lowered his head, burying his teeth into Charles' throat.
Its long subjection to Turkey has left little trace of antiquity, and the most striking features in the general view are the minarets of the disused mosques (only four are now in use) and the Mahommedan burying-grounds.
Now we know that Cyrus was buried at Pasargadae and if there is any truth in the statement that the body of Cambyses was brought home " to the Persians " his burying-place must be sought somewhere beside that of his father.
During the sojourn in Botany Bay the crew had to perform the painful duty of burying a comrade - a seaman named Forby Sutherland, who was in all probability the first British subject whose body was committed to Australian soil.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
All the best and happiest moments of his life--especially his earliest childhood, when he used to be undressed and put to bed, and when leaning over him his nurse sang him to sleep and he, burying his head in the pillow, felt happy in the mere consciousness of life--returned to his memory, not merely as something past but as something present.
"But it's strange, friends," continued the man who had wondered at their whiteness, "the peasants at Mozhaysk were saying that when they began burying the dead--where the battle was you know--well, those dead had been lying there for nearly a month, and says the peasant, 'they lie as white as paper, clean, and not as much smell as a puff of powder smoke.'"