The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
We're leaving tomorrow, aren't we?
The snow melted, leaving in its wake a harvest of spring flowers.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
His bright smile with the two missing front teeth faded as he realized they were leaving without her.
She sighed and opened the door, leaving the storm door locked.
You're not leaving here until I get the information I came for.
She'll be leaving then.
We'll be leaving you now.
She watched him climb stiffly into his wagon and knew a moment of sadness when she remembered that before long she would be leaving and she would never see him again.
Obviously they all thought she was leaving with Bordeaux.
The sun turned the dunes orange red and then quickly sank, leaving them in pre-moon darkness.
It would be nice to know she could leave the ranch at will without leaving Cade afoot, but she doubted if she would be driving to town soon.
The blood drained from her head, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Tomorrow they would be leaving, and it couldn't come fast enough.
Bad as the situation was, she still couldn't stand the thought of leaving the ranch.
Then, poof, it's gone leaving no marks or evidence whatsoever.
The two women went below to prepare the cocoa, leaving Howie and me in the darkened lab.
I waited ten minutes before leaving the room.
After leaving the town, we drove around the surrounding countryside in hopes Howie my spot one of the scenes of his other visions.
The people at once followed and formed a circle around the sides of the spacious room, leaving the horse and buggy and the man with the star to occupy the center of the hall.
When Eureka's captor had thrown the kitten after the others the last Gargoyle silently disappeared, leaving our friends to breathe freely once more.
"I cannot think of leaving these little things here to be trampled upon," said the general.
You are leaving town for a week and a day and will completely avoid your spouse's meltdown.
My father was most loving and indulgent, devoted to his home, seldom leaving us, except in the hunting season.
I recall my surprise on discovering that a mysterious hand had stripped the trees and bushes, leaving only here and there a wrinkled leaf.
Then my teacher went to visit some friends in Boston, leaving me for a short time.
Everybody laughed at her antics, and you would have thought they were leaving a place of amusement rather than a church.
As if one were to wear any sort of coat which the tailor might cut out for him, or, gradually leaving off palm-leaf hat or cap of woodchuck skin, complain of hard times because he could not afford to buy him a crown!
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
Or sometimes I watched a pair of hen-hawks circling high in the sky, alternately soaring and descending, approaching, and leaving one another, as if they were the embodiment of my own thoughts.
It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.
"Ah yes, my dear," said the count, addressing the visitor and pointing to Nicholas, "his friend Boris has become an officer, and so for friendship's sake he is leaving the university and me, his old father, and entering the military service, my dear.
The band again struck up, the count and countess kissed, and the guests, leaving their seats, went up to "congratulate" the countess, and reached across the table to clink glasses with the count, with the children, and with one another.
On leaving the bed both Prince Vasili and the princess passed out by a back door, but returned to their places one after the other before the service was concluded.
He is leaving me here, God knows why, when he might have had promotion...