I challenge you! he ejaculated, and, pushing back his chair, he rose from the table.
After their conversation, she leaned back in the chair to get some rest.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
He knew she was not in the chair, but he had no way of knowing she had been to the building.
In the dining room, which like all the rooms in the house was exceedingly lofty, the members of the household and the footmen--one behind each chair--stood waiting for the prince to enter.
When at last, smartly whirling his partner round in front of her chair, he drew up with a click of his spurs and bowed to her, Natasha did not even make him a curtsy.
Pierre disturbed the symmetry by moving a chair for himself, and Berg and Vera immediately began their evening party, interrupting each other in their efforts to entertain their guest.
During this act every time Natasha looked toward the stalls she saw Anatole Kuragin with an arm thrown across the back of his chair, staring at her.
Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself.
Destiny followed her and Carmen pulled the chair beside her out so she could crawl into it.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
He picked up the newspaper and settled into his chair while she checked on Destiny.
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
He leaned back in his chair, observing Alex over the rim.
She sat down obediently in the chair and crossed her legs.
Lisa struggled out of the chair and limped over to the sack of groceries.
He leaned back in the chair, tossing his glasses on the table.
She sat down in the chair opposite him and studied her coffee.
Yancey stalked off to his chair, muttering something under his breath.
He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.
He dropped into the chair and glared at her.
He indicated a chair in the shadow of a rose bush.
She sank to a chair and started to cry.
Here, why don't you sit down on this chair while I look you over and ask a few questions.
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
He is gone and no one will hinder you, she said to herself, and sinking into a chair she let her head fall on the window sill.
His eyes grew dim, he moved forward, glanced round at a chair (which seemed to place itself under him), and sat down on it before the portrait.
Yes, it was the same flesh, the same chair a canon, the sight of which had even then filled him with horror, as by a presentiment.
The cart was loaded high, and at the very top, beside a child's chair with its legs in the air, sat a peasant woman uttering piercing and desperate shrieks.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
Prince Andrew rose and politely placed a chair for her.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with her tear-worn but pleasant face, drew her chair nearer to that of the countess.
Prince Vasili in front of the door, near the invalid chair, a wax taper in his left hand, was leaning his left arm on the carved back of a velvet chair he had turned round for the purpose, and was crossing himself with his right hand, turning his eyes upward each time he touched his forehead.
Anna Mikhaylovna with her eyes indicated a chair that stood beside the bed.
The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.