She paused, folding the blanket.
The town was choked with visitors, some already staking out their spots with folding chairs to view the later festivities—the last hurrah of the holiday.
I was folding clothes in the laundry room.
Folding her legs beneath her, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Cynthia took Edith's place on the sofa and began folding the ancient underwear.
"It's a chemise," Cynthia answered, folding yet another article.
He removed his jacket, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of the visitor's chair.
Dean began to fill the suitcase and Hunter helped him by folding the suits.
He pulled out a chair and straddled it, folding his arms across the back of it.
She straightened, folding her arms across her chest and eyed him cautiously.
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.
He rose from his chair and removed his jacket, carefully folding it and laying it over the back of the recliner.
Jonathan was in his room, practicing the violin and she was folding towels on their bed when Alex returned.
"Maybe you should put it on my desk," he concluded, folding muscular arms across his chest and gazing down at her fondly.
He started the coffeemaker and faced her, folding his arms across his thick chest.
In the eastern region this was the last folding which has affected the country, and the Mesozoic and Tertiary beds are almost undisturbed.
There were, therefore, two principal epochs of folding in the island, one at the close of the Palaeozoic era which affected the whole of the island, and one at the close of the Mesozoic which was felt only in the western region.
In the geological history of France there have been two great periods of folding since Archean times.
Then we had another tussle over folding her napkin.
"Uncle" led the visitors through the anteroom into a small hall with a folding table and red chairs, then into the drawing room with a round birchwood table and a sofa, and finally into his private room where there was a tattered sofa, a worn carpet, and portraits of Suvorov, of the host's father and mother, and of himself in military uniform.
This room had probably been a music room; there was still an organ in it on which some rugs were piled, and in one corner stood the folding bedstead of Bennigsen's adjutant.
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.