He sat across from her, elbows on his knees, watching her.
Her knees were weak, but her legs finally obeyed as she turned back toward the hotel.
Her knees buckled and hit the cabinet.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
Kin shoved her knees a part and yanked up her dress.
When Len walked in, she was on her knees, clinging to the stool.
The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
I assure you, I have managed to contact all but three and if I located them I would get down on my knees before them and beg forgiveness, just like I've done with the others .
I sank to my knees at the sight of the unmoving figure of Julie O'Malley.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
Her knees finally gave way and she dropped into the chair.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared into the dusk.
She fell to her knees, retching.
She sighed and drew her knees up against her chest.
I crawled to my knees and vomited, and thinking I'd die my throat hurt so badly to do so.
As I tried to rise to my knees I was grabbed from behind and once again, I felt a knife at my throat!
She wrapped her arms around her knees and closed her eyes for a brief rest.
She dropped to her knees beside him and pushed him onto his back.
He staggered away from the monument and lightning connecting the woman with the clouds and dropped to his knees on the other side of the hill.
She looked around again and drew her knees towards her chest.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.
She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small and vulnerable once more.
She rested her chin on her knees, gazing at Damian.
She dropped to her knees and sobbed, unable to control her pain and fear.
She cringed away from him as her knees hit a chair.
You'll have all the time in the world to beg me, on your knees and on your back.
"Darian!" she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside him.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around her knees and tucked her face in the crook of one elbow.
Deidre tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, watching him pace.
Deidre sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, pink hair falling down around her.
She sat down and pulled her knees into the chair.
She floundered to a sitting position, then her feet, cringing as she struggled upright, the sting in her wounded knees bringing tears to her eyes.
Jennifer said as she bent on hands and knees to look closer.
Dean crawled on his hands and knees, peering under the vehicle for Billy's young girlfriend but there was no one else, only a liquor bottle—unlike its victim, unbroken.
Once Dean was standing at the podium and he'd controlled the shake in his knees and hidden the sweat on his palms, he felt he didn't do badly.
While both Deans were on their knees cleaning up the mess, the phone rang again.
Cynthia was scraping sugar off her knees when he told her about the phone call.
She turned on her knees and vomited behind her while Cynthia closed her eyes and wept.
Cora dropped to her knees beside her and pressed Deidre's hand back to her neck.
She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the backboard.
Reaching down, he placed one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, gently lifting her into his arms.
Alex sank to his knees, coughing.
Specks of light flashed in her eyes and then her knees gave way.
She knelt in front of him and stood on her knees, lifting her arms to encompass his neck.
Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he rubbed his face with his hands finally taking his eyes off her face.
His elbows were propped on his knees, the trench falling back to show a lean body, flat stomach and muscular thighs outlined by the soft material of his pants.
Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.
Things that made her knees weak and her eyes drift dreamily to the ocean as she remembered.
She dropped to her knees, the vision of Logan's faceless body forefront in her thoughts.
Reaching the wall, Deidre ignored the scrape of concrete against her hands and knees as she clambered on top.
Deidre rested her forehead against her knees, tears on her face.
Tamer dropped onto his knees and held out two compasses: the original and a second without the wear of time around its edges.
It was a big horse, tall and bony, with long legs and large knees and feet.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.
They were so astonished that they fell upon their knees before the king and confessed their crime.
Then his eyes overflowed with tears, and he fell on his knees before the king.
The two boys stood at his knees, and his wife sat at his side.
The horse was an old, worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it; the knees knuckled over, and the forelegs were very unsteady.
"Look at Papa!" shouted Natasha to the whole company, and quite forgetting that she was dancing with a grown-up partner she bent her curly head to her knees and made the whole room ring with her laughter.
The officers gladly gathered round him, some on their knees, some squatting Turkish fashion on the wet grass.
Exactly opposite Weyrother, with his glistening wide-open eyes fixed upon him and his mustache twisted upwards, sat the ruddy Miloradovich in a military pose, his elbows turned outwards, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders raised.
He brings foe men to their knees,... etc.
I feel like sitting down on my heels, putting my arms round my knees like this, straining tight, as tight as possible, and flying away!
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
"If you please, Miss! allow me," said the maid, who on her knees was pulling the skirt straight and shifting the pins from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue.
"Really, madam, it is not at all too long," said Mavra, crawling on her knees after her young lady.
If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, and best man in the world, and were free, I would this moment ask on my knees for your hand and your love!
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
Boris Drubetskoy, brushing his knees with his hand (he had probably soiled them when he, too, had knelt before the icon), came up to him smiling.
The abbe, a well-fed man with a plump, clean-shaven chin, a pleasant firm mouth, and white hands meekly folded on his knees, sat close to Helene and, with a subtle smile on his lips and a peaceful look of delight at her beauty, occasionally glanced at her face as he explained his opinion on the subject.
When she saw an indistinct shape in the corner, and mistook his knees raised under the quilt for his shoulders, she imagined a horrible body there, and stood still in terror.
Natasha, motionless on her knees (she was unable to stir), with frightened eyes riveted on him, was restraining her sobs.
With a rapid but careful movement Natasha drew nearer to him on her knees and, taking his hand carefully, bent her face over it and began kissing it, just touching it lightly with her lips.
Pierre glanced into the pit and saw that the factory lad was lying with his knees close up to his head and one shoulder higher than the other.
Then he took out a knife, cut something, closed the knife, placed it under the head of his bed, and, seating himself comfortably, clasped his arms round his lifted knees and fixed his eyes on Pierre.
The men sat huddled up trying not to stir, so as to warm the water that had trickled to their bodies and not admit the fresh cold water that was leaking in under their seats, their knees, and at the back of their necks.
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
She sat on her knees for a long moment.
She wore only a long shirt to her knees that twisted to her stomach with her fall.
He fell to his knees, tearing his jeans.
Her hands were shaking and her knees wanted to buckle.