Howie took a deep breath and began.
Drawing a deep breath, she finally called to him.
The adults ignored them, grazing contentedly on the deep grass.
He stood there, trying to take deep breaths, knowing he'd lost his cool.
Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the glass bench was soon deep in slumberland.
Marya Dmitrievna's deep voice suddenly inquired from the other end of the table.
For a moment he simply gazed into her eyes, and then he drew a deep breath.
Once free of the vehicle she took a deep breath and turned to face her rescuer.
Not the long deep sobs of earlier, but a cleansing cry.
In a state of deep depression, she stopped by the social services office on the way home and picked up some literature and a form.
"I don't believe we'll realize anything, when it comes to that," remarked Dorothy, who had been deep in thought.
When he gazed into her eyes, his voice was deep and warm.
His deep breath echoed across the line.
They had walked a mile or two towards home, when they came to the edge of a narrow and deep ravine.
His tone was kind, even understanding, yet it tore a sob from deep in her lungs.
The wood appeared to be cherry, and although it could use a coat of wax, it still had a deep luster.
"We've got to come to the bottom some time," remarked Zeb, with a deep sigh.
We have a natural desire to make beautiful things and a bone-deep need to understand the world we live in and our place in it.
Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.
It is not barbarous merely because the printing is skin-deep and unalterable.
"What do the doctors say?" asked the princess after a pause, her worn face again expressing deep sorrow.
I've kept my identity hidden for five years now, but I knew deep down inside that it couldn't last forever.
"Take it easy," his deep voice continued with a touch of concern.
Deep inside she did feel responsible, but not for Mr. Marsh's death.
Was it the little girl deep inside of her that still longed for daddy to come home - even after being abandoned?
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
In much of Europe, because of deep fear and suspicion of GMO crops, their importation is forbidden.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
You may die in your bed or God may spare you in a battle, replied Marya Dmitrievna's deep voice, which easily carried the whole length of the table.
All were silently crossing themselves, and the reading of the church service, the subdued chanting of deep bass voices, and in the intervals sighs and the shuffling of feet were the only sounds that could be heard.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
He sees well enough, said Prince Vasili rapidly, in a deep voice and with a slight cough--the voice and cough with which he was wont to dispose of all difficulties.
At length Dron, the village Elder, entered the room and with a deep bow to Princess Mary came to a halt by the doorpost.
Pierre was so deep in thought that he did not hear the question.
He crossed himself with an accustomed movement, bent till he touched the ground with his hand, and bowed his white head with a deep sigh.
On the right a single deep report of a cannon resounded and died away in the prevailing silence.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
He sat, sunk deep in a folding armchair, and continually cleared his throat and pulled at the collar of his coat which, though it was unbuttoned, still seemed to pinch his neck.
During one of these pauses Kutuzov heaved a deep sigh as if preparing to speak.
Mavra Kuzminichna flicked the dust off the clavichord and closed it, and with a deep sigh left the drawing room and locked its main door.
Recent as that mental picture was, Rostopchin already felt that it had cut deep into his heart and drawn blood.