They all grew silent.
Her face grew hotter.
A feeling of panic grew in her as she reached for the button to summons a nurse.
Her face grew warmer.
By and by, the eggs hatched, and a nestful of young doves grew up.
Jonny's features grew thoughtful.
Some of the details she had forgotten, as she grew more and more to generalize.
Destiny grew tired of trying to get her attention and finally went to her room to play.
Lisa's face grew hot.
He grew serious when she didn't respond.
It started with Crocus and Jonquils and then the fruit trees as the weather grew warmer.
She hesitated, gazing down the hallway, and her expression grew solemn.
The alarms faded, and the halls grew cruder, unfinished.
Her eyes grew misty, and she rubbed them to keep tears from coming.
As her intellect grew she became less dependent on this sense.
And then her eyes grew large.
As he grew up, his father wished him to learn a trade.
As my knowledge of things grew I felt more and more the delight of the world I was in.
There grew up a mass of controversial matter which it is amusing to read now.
Quinn grew more annoyed by the minute.
It grew even more overwhelming after the broadcast of the eleven o'clock news.
As our activities grew, the task became more daunting.
To the house where I grew up, at the time of Annie's death.
Her unease grew as they reached a seedy neighborhood outside of Little Havana.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
The air grew chilled, and she stopped again.
The memory-- fuzzy for fifteen years-- grew crisp, and surprise and hope went through her as she recalled the night that'd changed everything.
The creature's emerald eyes stopped sparkling, and his face grew long.
The connection she'd experimented with when he slept grew intimate when he was awake.
His gaze grew distant.
Her sense of dread grew as she approached and followed Jonny into his apartment.
The harder she concentrated, the louder Jule's heartbeat grew, as if their bodies were pressed together again.
The ache within her deepened at the idea of trusting someone for the first time in her life, and the energy flowing between them grew more intense.
The power swirling in the air around her grew as she neared Damian's door, and she was reminded of the tension in the air before a thunderstorm.
These were happy images of shared exploits, battlefield victories, and tender moments crying on each other's shoulders as their world grew uglier.
The sense she was falling ill grew stronger.
The heaviness of her mind grew, until she wasn't certain why she should resist Darkyn in the first place.
In the center of each plant grew a daintily dressed Mangaboo, for the clothing of all these creatures grew upon them and was attached to their bodies.
I am greater than any thorn-covered sorcerer that every grew in your garden.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
Only after the public grew weary of this did printers go off in search of completely new books, called novels to mark their newness.
I did nothing but explore with my hands and learn the name of every object that I touched; and the more I handled things and learned their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense of kinship with the rest of the world.
I had another tree friend, gentle and more approachable than the great oak--a linden that grew in the dooryard at Red Farm.
Every thwarted desire was the signal for a passionate outburst, and as she grew older and stronger, these tempests became more violent.
The sumach (Rhus glabra) grew luxuriantly about the house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and growing five or six feet the first season.
At the men's end of the table the talk grew more and more animated.
Pelageya suddenly grew quite pale and clasped her hands.
A feeling of panic grew in her as she reached for the button to summons a nurse.
Her face grew hotter and she gnawed at her bottom lip.
Cynthia's face grew warm.
I grew up thirty miles to the north.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
At the very least, Dusty hoped Darian grew out of the terrible twos.
The devil's smile grew as his cold eyes took all of them and settled on Bianca's necklace.
Her face grew hotter.
She leaned into him, yielding as the intensity of the bond between them grew hot and demanding.
Yully grew more anxious the nearer they got; her father was right about the magic feeling stronger.
A few more punches, and she grew too uncomfortable with him to continue.
Her apprehension grew as the vamp led her down a maze of hallways through scores of other vamps and past multiple doorways.
He led them within another but smaller circle of hedge, where grew one large and beautiful bush.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard.
The next moment a broad-leaved plant was jerked from the ground where it grew and held suspended in the air before the Wizard.
Over this Land I ruled in peace for many years, until I grew old and longed to see my native city once again.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
Mr. Finney had a turnip, And it grew, and it grew; It grew behind the barn, And the turnip did no harm.
They grew up healthy and strong.
He grew weak from hunger and thirst.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
When the leaves and the trees fell, the water and the soil covered them; and then more trees grew and fell also, and were buried under water and soil.
Turned to this new use, the fund grew fast, and Tommy was provided for.
Her face flushed, and when her mother attempted to take the bag from her, she grew very angry.
She buried me under the pillows and then I grew very slow like tree out of ground.
As he came in sight of the rose-bushes that grew near the side of the house, he suddenly clapped his hands, and with a little shout of joy stopped to look at them; they were all covered with lovely rosebuds.
But the fever grew and flamed in my eyes, and for several days my kind physician thought I would die.
We don garment after garment, as if we grew like exogenous plants by addition without.
A phÅ“be soon built in my shed, and a robin for protection in a pine which grew against the house.
They grew also behind my house, and one large tree, which almost overshadowed it, was, when in flower, a bouquet which scented the whole neighborhood, but the squirrels and the jays got most of its fruit; the last coming in flocks early in the morning and picking the nuts out of the burs before they fell, I relinquished these trees to them and visited the more distant woods composed wholly of chestnut.
The squirrels also grew at last to be quite familiar, and occasionally stepped upon my shoe, when that was the nearest way.
As it grew darker, I was startled by the honking of geese flying low over the woods, like weary travellers getting in late from Southern lakes, and indulging at last in unrestrained complaint and mutual consolation.
He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment.
The dance grew livelier and livelier.
Pierre did not understand a word, but the conviction that all this had to be grew stronger, and he meekly followed Anna Mikhaylovna who was already opening a door.
Here! exclaimed different voices; and the heavy breathing of the bearers and the shuffling of their feet grew more hurried, as if the weight they were carrying were too much for them.
The patches grew deeper on her forehead, neck, and cheeks.
The soldiers forming the picket line, like showmen exhibiting a curiosity, no longer looked at the French but paid attention to the sight-seers and grew weary waiting to be relieved.
Officers who approached him with disturbed countenances became calm; soldiers and officers greeted him gaily, grew more cheerful in his presence, and were evidently anxious to display their courage before him.
His face grew more and more animated.
Pierre signed the deed and after that the princess grew still kinder.
She grew pale on seeing her father-in-law.
She flushed, her beautiful eyes grew dim, red blotches came on her face, and it took on the unattractive martyrlike expression it so often wore, as she submitted herself to Mademoiselle Bourienne and Lise.
Princess Mary grew quite unconscious of her face and coiffure.
He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs of the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near everything grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
The shouting grew still louder and merged into a general roar that only an army of several thousand men could produce.
The firing grew louder and louder.
At every jolt he again felt unendurable pain; his feverishness increased and he grew delirious.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
"To the health of our Sovereign, the Emperor!" he cried, and at the same moment his kindly eyes grew moist with tears of joy and enthusiasm.
The old count rose once more, glanced at a note lying beside his plate, and proposed a toast, "To the health of the hero of our last campaign, Prince Peter Ivanovich Bagration!" and again his blue eyes grew moist.
As soon as the singing was over, another and another toast was proposed and Count Ilya Rostov became more and more moved, more glass was smashed, and the shouting grew louder.
Her eyes grew dim.
While the Grand Master said these last words it seemed to Pierre that he grew embarrassed.
Pierre himself grew still more confused, blushed like a child till tears came to his eyes, began looking about him uneasily, and an awkward pause followed.
Prince Andrew grew more and more animated.
On hearing this indifferent voice, Rostov grew frightened at what he was doing; the thought of meeting the Emperor at any moment was so fascinating and consequently so alarming that he was ready to run away, but the official who had questioned him opened the door, and Rostov entered.
Beneath the trees grew some kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.
Natasha grew pale, in a panic of expectation, when she remained alone with him for a moment.
(she grew confused) is agreeable to us, and I accept your offer.
After a few days they grew accustomed to him, and without restraint in his presence pursued their usual way of life, in which he took his part.
He grew still more irritable, and it was Princess Mary who generally bore the brunt of his frequent fits of unprovoked anger.
Thoughts of home grew stronger the nearer he approached it--far stronger, as though this feeling of his was subject to the law by which the force of attraction is in inverse proportion to the square of the distance.
Natasha was foremost in setting a merry holiday tone, which, passing from one to another, grew stronger and reached its climax when they all came out into the frost and got into the sleighs, talking, calling to one another, laughing, and shouting.
Natasha, who had borne the first period of separation from her betrothed lightly and even cheerfully, now grew more agitated and impatient every day.
After dinner, when the footman handed coffee and from habit began with the princess, the prince suddenly grew furious, threw his stick at Philip, and instantly gave instructions to have him conscripted for the army.
Prince Nicholas grew more animated and expressed his views on the impending war.
Natasha and Princess Mary looked at one another in silence, and the longer they did so without saying what they wanted to say, the greater grew their antipathy to one another.
On seeing Natasha Pierre grew animated and, hastily passing between the rows, came toward their box.
The more emotional and ingratiating the expression of Natasha's face became, the more serious and stern grew Sonya's.
I couldn't hold them in, my hands grew numb in the sharp frost so that I threw down the reins--'Catch hold yourself, your excellency!' says I, and I just tumbled on the bottom of the sleigh and sprawled there.
Natasha did not reply, nor did she sob any longer, but she grew cold and had a shivering fit.
When he appeared at the door she grew flurried, evidently undecided whether to go to meet him or to wait till he came up.
He grew confused and said: "On condition that the French army retires beyond the Niemen."
Seeing his gloomy face as he frowned at his wife, the officers grew still merrier, and some of them could not refrain from laughter, for which they hurriedly sought plausible pretexts.
Everything grew bright and glittered.
Hardly had they reached the bottom of the hill before their pace instinctively changed to a gallop, which grew faster and faster as they drew nearer to our uhlans and the French dragoons who galloped after them.
She could not eat or sleep, grew visibly thinner, coughed, and, as the doctors made them feel, was in danger.
During the whole week she spent in this way, that feeling grew every day.
But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of red cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back--the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the procession: the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption--and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard that suddenly everything grew dim before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
Petya's eyes grew bloodshot, and still more excited by the danger of being crushed, he rushed at the biscuits.
Princess Mary's heart beat so violently at this news that she grew pale and leaned against the wall to keep from falling.
To remember her gave him pleasure, and when his comrades, hearing of his adventure at Bogucharovo, rallied him on having gone to look for hay and having picked up one of the wealthiest heiresses in Russia, he grew angry.
That was why Rostov grew angry when he was rallied about Princess Bolkonskaya.
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.
Wishing to speak and to attract their attention, he got up, but at that moment his legs grew cold and bare.
Mavra Kuzminichna grew abashed and confused.
Having reached his country house and begun to give orders about domestic arrangements, the count grew quite tranquil.
Count Rostopchin suddenly grew pale as he had done when the crowd closed in on Vereshchagin.
Rostopchin grew confused and became silent.
On seeing Pierre he grew confused at first, but noticing embarrassment on Pierre's face immediately grew bold and, staggering on his thin legs, advanced into the middle of the room.
His face grew red and was covered with perspiration.
And suddenly remembering his intention he grew dizzy and felt so faint that he leaned against the fence to save himself from falling.
But next day no news arrived from the army and the public mood grew anxious.
When they got him to the post he grew quiet, as if he suddenly understood something.
Is it long since he grew worse?
She suddenly felt guilty and grew timid on catching the expression of his face and eyes.
And all at once it grew light in his soul and the veil that had till then concealed the unknown was lifted from his spiritual vision.
Adjutants and generals galloped about, shouted, grew angry, quarreled, said they had come quite wrong and were late, gave vent to a little abuse, and at last gave it all up and went forward, simply to get somewhere.
And this not only stayed with him during the whole of his imprisonment, but even grew in strength as the hardships of his position increased.
It was terrible, but he felt that in proportion to the efforts of that fatal force to crush him, there grew and strengthened in his soul a power of life independent of it.
But in any case proofs were needed; he had waited a whole month for them and grew more impatient the longer he waited.
The melody grew and passed from one instrument to another.
He closed his eyes, and, from all sides as if from a distance, sounds fluttered, grew into harmonies, separated, blended, and again all mingled into the same sweet and solemn hymn.
The voices grew in harmonious triumphant strength, and Petya listened to their surpassing beauty in awe and joy.
On the third day after leaving Moscow Karataev again fell ill with the fever he had suffered from in the hospital in Moscow, and as he grew gradually weaker Pierre kept away from him.
He did not think of Karataev who grew weaker every day and evidently would soon have to share that fate.
His face grew brighter and brighter with an old man's mild smile, which drew the corners of his lips and eyes into a cluster of wrinkles.
Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.
Previously he had talked a great deal, grew excited when he talked, and seldom listened; now he was seldom carried away in conversation and knew how to listen so that people readily told him their most intimate secrets.
One was snatched out before my eyes... and there were women who had their things snatched off and their earrings torn out... he flushed and grew confused.
When Pierre and his wife had left, he grew very quiet and began to complain of depression.
Having started farming from necessity, he soon grew so devoted to it that it became his favorite and almost his sole occupation.
The harmony between him and his wife grew closer and closer and he daily discovered fresh spiritual treasures in her.
He grew silent, and quiet ensued for a moment, terrible to Countess Mary.
But in time he grew used to this demand.
Pierre went to the children, and the shouting and laughter grew still louder.
I tried threats, but he only grew angrier.
Suddenly the threads that moved them began to slacken and become entangled and it grew difficult to move.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
That's where the three of us grew up.
Fortunately, after a week or two, the public grew bored with the subject and it slipped away like a bear in winter.
Darian's gaze grew pensive.
Her lips grew hungrier, her breathing quickened, her body warmer.
He appeared to sulk for a moment then grew thoughtful.
Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
The Guardian's muffled voice grew louder as he pulled the head off the costume.
"Why can't I touch anyone else but you without seeing … horrible things?" she asked as the silence grew uncomfortable.
Dusty's gaze grew intent.
The fog around her thoughts grew heavier.
Gradually the balloon grew bigger, which was proof that it was settling down upon the Land of the Mangaboos.
Presently they came to a low plant which had broad, spreading leaves, in the center of which grew a single fruit about as large as a peach.
Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
He grew up to become a famous man and one of our greatest orators.
I think that he must have fallen upon some bushes and vines that grew in some parts of the chasm.
The people of Corinth never grew tired of praising his sweet music.
I grew up on a farm.
Additionally, we had a five-acre garden where we grew everything you can grow in East Texas.
They were as gentle as kittens; but I told her they would get wild and fierce as they grew older.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub oaks and sand cherry, blueberry and groundnut.
She grew confused, glanced round, and, seeing the doll she had thrown down on one of the tubs, picked it up.
As soon as he came across a former acquaintance or anyone from the staff, he bristled up immediately and grew spiteful, ironical, and contemptuous.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
Fine teachers! and again his voice grew shrill.
When Napoleon came out of the tent the shouting of the Guards before his son's portrait grew still louder.
Kutuzov's expression grew more and more preoccupied and gloomy.
The nearer the time came for Petya to return, the more uneasy grew the countess.
Then her expression grew bland again.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
The sense grew stronger as she led them down the hall past a waiting room and nurse's station towards the quiet hallway lined by patients' rooms, each housing four to five patients.
But as we grew up, reality set in that market forces did not allow those activities to pay enough to support us, so at some point we all figured out we had to "earn a living."