"Let me see something," he said, striding to where his desk was.
She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.
He nodded as she plopped down at the desk and began to sketch on the paper, explaining as she drew.
The trio sat around the office desk, looking over one another's shoulders at the neat handwriting in the old notebook.
Her gaze went to her desk, and she realized she didn't even have a passport.
She pulled a pen and paper off the desk in the corner and held them out to him.
She ran to her desk and pulled out a journal, jotting down her latest symptom.
It was hunched over a book large enough to cover half the black stone desk at which it sat.
Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
Deidre wiped away more tears and went to her messy desk, where a red-covered notebook sat on a pile of paper.
She considered debating with the nurse at the front desk, whose friendly grey eyes were familiar.
Cynthia went to the hall desk and brought back an envelope.
Suddenly, to his great joy he saw little Lucy Martin lean over her desk and whisper to the girl in front of her.
I sat at the desk as he reclined on the bed, more suitable to his five foot seven frame.
Sorry; I was making an outside call from my desk when you cut in.
Finally, we condensed everything on a small computer thumb drive which we hid in the removable base of a desk lamp.
Howie was at his desk before any of us on Monday morning.
I pictured her sitting at a desk, perhaps someone else listening in.
"Please don't tell me it's the same area where the attempted abduction took place," I said as I rolled back in my desk chair.
He sat behind his desk and motioned me to a side chair.
I introduced myself by name as I accepted the offered seat across from a large desk, the only other furniture in the small room.
I rushed to the front desk in a panic with Howie on my heels like a following puppy!
She sat behind a desk and began asking me questions which I interrupted.
Damian appeared to be waiting for him, perched on the corner of a mahogany desk with his arms crossed.
He roared and slammed his hands on the desk at the far end of the library, unable to stop the images racing through his mind.
As she watched, the creature rose and hobbled from the desk to a nearby shelf.
The pile of mail she left on her desk was still there, the living room neat and quiet.
Wynn paced to the desk in one corner, pushing the papers around with frustration.
It was unclear if this action was prompted by Patsy Boyd herself or just some do-gooder trying to clear her desk of problems.
Because there's nobody standing in front of this desk screaming at me to do something, that's why.
He thanked her and she promised to keep the file on her desk, just in case.
She sat down at her desk and grabbed the waiting sketchpad.
He unfolded it only when in the safety of his locked room and sat it down on the desk to stare at it.
She lifted her head from her desk and blinked, the first fingers of dawn rendering the light of the room grainy and grey.
Comfortable in the plush office chair, she propped her feet up on her desk and continued to sketch until the picture began to look as she wanted it to.
She looked around the area where his desk had been and spotted a perfume bottle similar to the one he'd give her before.
As she did every day, she went to the table near his cluttered desk to await her blood draw and any other experiments he wanted to do.
Then, suddenly, an awkward half-grown boy who sat right in front of the master's desk turned squarely around and whispered to Tommy Jones, three desks away.
The captain showed me Columbus's cabin and the desk with an hour-glass on it.
My furniture, part of which I made myself--and the rest cost me nothing of which I have not rendered an account--consisted of a bed, a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter, a pair of tongs and andirons, a kettle, a skillet, and a frying-pan, a dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned lamp.
The large table covered with books and plans, the tall glass-fronted bookcases with keys in the locks, the high desk for writing while standing up, on which lay an open exercise book, and the lathe with tools laid ready to hand and shavings scattered around--all indicated continuous, varied, and orderly activity.
He led him to the desk, raised the lid, drew out a drawer, and took out an exercise book filled with his bold, tall, close handwriting.