He drove to their house in some agitation.
She drove fast and arrived half an hour later to the safe house and parked out front.
The coachman made no answer, but drove onward.
The chauffeur drove them straight to the hill.
After leaving the town, we drove around the surrounding countryside in hopes Howie my spot one of the scenes of his other visions.
He drove the team relentlessly until they were well out of town.
It was with much anticipation we drove north on another Friday afternoon.
I personally think the establishment of charitable organizations was driven by the same spirit that drove the creation of new businesses.
We came across a train of loaded sleighs and drove right over two of them.
I hid when this guy drove up.
"He's no friend of ours, Molly," I said, trying to pick up movement as I slowly drove by the site.
Outside the house, beyond the gates, a group of undertakers, who hid whenever a carriage drove up, waited in expectation of an important order for an expensive funeral.
Betsy asked as we drove home to Surry.
Slowly but steadily the heartless Mangaboos drove them on, until they had passed through the city and the gardens and come to the broad plains leading to the mountain.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Tacking and jibbing, we wrestled with opposing winds that drove us from side to side with impetuous fury.
They praised her taste and toilet, and at eleven o'clock, careful of their coiffures and dresses, they settled themselves in their carriages and drove off.
At first they drove at a steady trot along the narrow road.
Was it her imagination, or was it the man who drove the black car?
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
I guess he drove to the airport to pick up Martha and Claire but I guess they didn't come in when they were supposed to.
I heard Quinn say yesterday that flight to Santa Barbara was full so maybe he drove all the way into Los Angeles to pick them up.
In response to Molly's questions about covered bridges, we drove through two more in the area for her pleasure.
We drove home with Betsy trying in vain to calm Molly down, telling her we weren't in any danger.
I drove slowly around the circle to make sure the site previously occupied by the California motor home was indeed vacant.
She drove them away and tried to conceal them.
I drove by earlier with my family and we thought we saw a friend's rig back in the corner.
I was in a cold sweat as I drove toward town knowing John Luke Grasso was in the area!
I thanked him and drove the last few miles to my house, more sedately than earlier.
I drove over to Greenbriar Road 'cause I figured I'd take a peek before I informed the Washington crowd of suits I had access to the place.
He said nothing as they exited and drove north, towards the highway.
The sense had grown stronger as she drove nearer.
Yully spun out as she shoved her foot to the floor again, wincing when she hit him and drove him into the side of the garage.
Unwilling to fight something that didn't die, she drove to Doolin and the bed and breakfast.
After a quick stop at a clothier to pick up a long wool skirt and sweater, she changed in her car and drove home.
Dread filled her as she drove up the familiar driveway to the stone manor.
They drove west, away from DC.
Several rounds drove him back, and he ducked a blow aimed at his neck by Jilian.
She lowered her gaze at the heated look from the man who drove her crazy every other minute of her day.
They drove her away from him and the true purpose of his Guardians.
They entered a large neighborhood and drove the same few blocks a few times before stopping in front of a large adobe hacienda walled off from its neighbors.
He drove her crazy, and she was hungry again.
She drove fast with Traci's directions guiding her.
He drove them through back roads and alleys to ensure no one followed before taking the highway and exiting into a direction that appeared to be nothing but desert.
The nip of his fangs at her neck, inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.
Just then a closed carriage and another with a hood drove up to the porch.
Despite his rapid journey and sleepless night, Prince Andrew when he drove up to the palace felt even more vigorous and alert than he had done the day before.
They got into the carriage and drove for a few minutes in silence.
Then I played cards with her and picked up her reticule and drove out with her.
Shortly after nine o'clock that evening, Weyrother drove with his plans to Kutuzov's quarters where the council of war was to be held.
"We drove them back!" said Boris with animation, growing talkative.
Next day, at eight in the morning, Pierre and Nesvitski drove to the Sokolniki forest and found Dolokhov, Denisov, and Rostov already there.
Rostov and Denisov drove away with the wounded Dolokhov.
In the evening Andrew and Pierre got into the open carriage and drove to Bald Hills.
It was getting dusk when Prince Andrew and Pierre drove up to the front entrance of the house at Bald Hills.
It was already the beginning of June when on his return journey he drove into the birch forest where the gnarled old oak had made so strange and memorable an impression on him.
I recollected myself and drove away that thought only when I found myself glowing with anger, but I did not sufficiently repent.
Almost every time a new carriage drove up a whisper ran through the crowd and caps were doffed.
Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.
And if this is really Melyukovka, it is still stranger that we drove heaven knows where and have come to Melyukovka, thought Nicholas.
When they all drove back from Pelageya Danilovna's, Natasha, who always saw and noticed everything, arranged that she and Madame Schoss should go back in the sleigh with Dimmler, and Sonya with Nicholas and the maids.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
He drove to the Karagins' with the firm intention of proposing.
Late one evening the Rostovs' four sleighs drove into Marya Dmitrievna's courtyard in the old Konyusheny street.
They drove up to the gloomy old house on the Vozdvizhenka and entered the vestibule.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
With others Balaga bargained, charging twenty-five rubles for a two hours' drive, and rarely drove himself, generally letting his young men do so.
But with "his gentlemen" he always drove himself and never demanded anything for his work.
"Do you know, one Christmas I drove from Tver," said Anatole, smilingly at the recollection and turning to Makarin who gazed rapturously at him with wide-open eyes.
With compressed and parched lips and dry fixed eyes, she sat at the window, uneasily watching the people who drove past and hurriedly glancing round at anyone who entered the room.
He drove through the town seeking Anatole Kuragin, at the thought of whom now the blood rushed to his heart and he felt a difficulty in breathing.
Pierre drove to the club.
He paced through the ballroom, waited till everyone had come, and as Anatole had not turned up did not stay for dinner but drove home.
In the evening he drove to his sister's to discuss with her how to arrange a meeting.
Pierre drove to Marya Dmitrievna's to tell her of the fulfillment of her wish that Kuragin should be banished from Moscow.
He entered through the gates with their stone pillars and drove up the avenue leading to the house as if he were entering an enchanted, sleeping castle.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
They say the other day Matthew Ivanych Platov drove them into the river Marina and drowned some eighteen thousand in one day.
Trying to convict her, he told her she had worn him out, had caused his quarrel with his son, had harbored nasty suspicions of him, making it the object of her life to poison his existence, and he drove her from his study telling her that if she did not go away it was all the same to him.
They set off in caravans, bought their freedom one by one or ran away, and drove or walked toward the "warm rivers."
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
To distract his thoughts he drove that day to the village of Vorontsovo to see the great balloon Leppich was constructing to destroy the foe, and a trial balloon that was to go up next day.
As they drove along he shuddered and exclaimed several times so audibly that the coachman asked him:
The road was clear again; Pierre descended the hill and drove on.
Pierre drove on toward Gorki.
Armed with these arguments, which appeared to her unanswerable, she drove to her daughter's early one morning so as to find her alone.
Pierre offered the use of his carriage, which had overtaken him, to a wounded general he knew, and drove with him to Moscow.
The head of the family, Count Ilya Rostov, continually drove about the city collecting the current rumors from all sides and gave superficial and hasty orders at home about the preparations for their departure.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
Nobody drove through the streets and footsteps were rarely heard.
He'll explain... voices in the rear of the crowd were suddenly heard saying, and the general attention turned to the police superintendent's trap which drove into the square attended by two mounted dragoons.
From the commander of the militia he drove to the governor.
Immediately on leaving the governor's, Nicholas hired post horses and, taking his squadron quartermaster with him, drove at a gallop to the landowner, fourteen miles away, who had the stud.
But Pierre did not understand him and remained near the post, and no one drove him away.
Thirty thousand devils!... the convoy guards began cursing and the French soldiers, with fresh virulence, drove away with their swords the crowd of prisoners who were gazing at the dead man.
The others who could do so drove away too, leaving those who could not to surrender or die.
Having left Petersburg on the seventh of December with his suite--Count Tolstoy, Prince Volkonski, Arakcheev, and others--the Emperor reached Vilna on the eleventh, and in his traveling sleigh drove straight to the castle.
As he drove through the streets past the houses that had been burned down, he was surprised by the beauty of those ruins.
From the door she turned and watched as he climbed into his car and drove away.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
We were quieter than usual as we drove to our destination.
We drove along the beach and into the town of Nahant.
He let the child fall into the trunk, slammed it and quickly drove away just as the mother was emerging from the house.
We drove another mile before spotting a corner variety store.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
I was awoken by the gunshot and both of us drove the roads around the perimeter of the property but neither heard nor saw his vehicle.
I drove to inner city Cleveland and parked my vehicle.
But he drove them back with scornful words.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
From early in the morning, wearing a dressing jacket, she attended to her household affairs, and then she drove out: on holy days to church and after the service to jails and prisons on affairs of which she never spoke to anyone.
Having fallen into the line of carriages, the Rostovs' carriage drove up to the theater, its wheels squeaking over the snow.
One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do.
Bagration drove up in a carriage to the house occupied by Barclay.
But she drove these thoughts away with disgust.
Without going home, Pierre took a cab and drove to see the Moscow commander-in-chief.
The women's vehicles drove by.
Pierre drove up to the house of the old prince in a most serious mood.
He started the car and they drove off, leaving Connie standing there on the curb looking after them with a troubled expression.
Lisa drew further back into the brush as the car drove by.
The loneliness drove her mad.
Howie drove down and picked up his beloved, along with Molly O'Malley, her nine year old daughter.
I drove the few miles to Howie's home feeling as guilty as a cheating husband for leaving Betsy alone and uninformed.
After some negotiations Martha was allowed to remain in bed while the rest of us, Claire included drove back to our house.
Patrolman Murphy drove me back to the Pacific Crest Inn, this time in an unmarked car.
Anxious never, ever to run into Talon or his men again, she left the garage and drove through the streets.
She drove the winding roads from her father's manor through County Clare and south towards the Cliffs of Moher to Doolin, one of her favorite day trips.
She drove to the bed and breakfast instead, where the friendly woman who rented rooms had left the back door open for her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brake lights of the woman's car as she drove down the driveway.
His scent drove her body wild, the mix of sweat, darkness, and man.
She drove up to the elevator entrance on the side of the draw.
They did not kill him, but they drove him out of the city and bade him never return.
The girl remained unconscious as the man drove away.
Her heart pounding, she turned the car around and drove back towards the dueling men.
I drove and contributed minimally to the conversation.
He drove the speed limit - no more, no less.
He drove these to the pastures on the hills and watched them day after day while they fed on the short green grass.
One early thrush gave me a note or two as I drove along the woodland path.