I listened to your advice.
He listened intently for a few minutes.
He listened attentively, asking questions now and then to clarify.
Alex must have listened to her message.
He listened without comment until I'd finished.
I woke him up but he listened intently while I explained what I wanted he and Howie to do.
Lisa closed the phone and listened as Giddon walked by.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
He listened without saying a word as I revealed everything, including Julie's effort to collect the million dollars.
Instead I listened to his harangue about the difficulty they encountered with the session I'd practically demanded, the break-ins in Boston.
He listened, thoughts turning darker.
She listened, not wanting to cry or acknowledge the level of pain she put him through for so long.
Gabriel listened, jaw clenched.
She listened for the familiar thrum of energy over her breathing.
Prince Andrew listened attentively to Bagration's colloquies with the commanding officers and the orders he gave them and, to his surprise, found that no orders were really given, but that Prince Bagration tried to make it appear that everything done by necessity, by accident, or by the will of subordinate commanders was done, if not by his direct command, at least in accord with his intentions.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
Several times she listened at the door, and it seemed to her that his mutterings were louder than usual and that they turned him over oftener.
She could not sleep and several times went to the door and listened, wishing to enter but not deciding to do so.
On waking she listened to what was going on behind the door and, hearing him groan, said to herself with a sigh that things were still the same.
Princess Mary listened without understanding him; she led him to the house, offered him lunch, and sat down with him.
After that introduction, my wife listened; for more than five minutes, while Howie apparently continued to ramble.
He tried to hide it, however, if one really listened, they could ascertain that he came from a different time and place.
She stood beside Alex and listened to the truck door slam and the engine race when Josh started it.
The Mangaboo people listened, but showed no great interest.
"Where is that Magic Belt?" enquired the Wizard, who had listened with great interest.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
The woodman sang of the wild forest; the plowman sang of the fields; the shepherd sang of his sheep; and those who listened forgot about the storm and the cold weather.
And all of the sweet-faced sisters and other women of the place listened while he sang again the wonderful song of the creation.
The charcoal man and his wife listened to this little dispute, and said nothing.
I saw the one through which Emperor Dom Pedro listened to the words, "To be, or not to be," at the Centennial.
The narrative affected her greatly when first she listened to it.
The hunter still kept his place and listened to the hounds.
I need only suggest what kind of sermons are still listened to in the most enlightened countries.
The princess listened, smiling.
Prince Andrew had gone out into the hall, and, turning his shoulders to the footman who was helping him on with his cloak, listened indifferently to his wife's chatter with Prince Hippolyte who had also come into the hall.
They listened to the French sentences which to them were meaningless, with an air of understanding but not wishing to appear to do so.
The princess as usual spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.
The count sat between them and listened attentively.
Pierre listened to the colonel's speech and nodded approvingly.
Prince Andrew gaily bore with his father's ridicule of the new men, and drew him on and listened to him with evident pleasure.
He listened, refraining from a reply, and involuntarily wondered how this old man, living alone in the country for so many years, could know and discuss so minutely and acutely all the recent European military and political events.
It was evident that Kutuzov himself listened with pleasure to his own voice.
Some, a minority, acknowledged him to be different from themselves and from everyone else, expected great things of him, listened to him, admired, and imitated him, and with them Prince Andrew was natural and pleasant.
He listened intently to the ebb and flow of these sounds.
Rostov looked at and listened listlessly to what passed before and around him.
As usual, in their spare time, they lit bonfires, steamed themselves before them naked; smoked, picked out and baked sprouting rotten potatoes, told and listened to stories of Potemkin's and Suvorov's campaigns, or to legends of Alesha the Sly, or the priest's laborer Mikolka.
Rostov listened and made out the word.
At the time of the meeting at Tilsit he asked the names of those who had come with Napoleon and about the uniforms they wore, and listened attentively to words spoken by important personages.
Boris, with one leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look.
Alexander listened attentively to what was said to him and, bending his head, smiled pleasantly.
He spoke slowly, with assurance that he would be listened to, and he looked only at the person with whom he was conversing.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.
She listened joyfully (as though she had not expected it) to the charm of the notes reverberating, filling the whole empty ballroom, and slowly dying away; and all at once she felt cheerful.
She listened to the sounds in the hall.
Natasha listened with concentrated attention, trying but failing to take in the meaning of his words.
When Prince Andrew spoke (he could tell a story very well), Natasha listened to him with pride; when she spoke she noticed with fear and joy that he gazed attentively and scrutinizingly at her.
She went several times to his door on tiptoe and listened, as he lighted one pipe after another.
He bent down his head and listened, shaking a warning finger at his master.
After supper, over their cherry brandy, Rostov and "Uncle" talked of past and future hunts, of Rugay and Ilagin's dogs, while Natasha sat upright on the sofa and listened with sparkling eyes.
Natasha sat down, listened to their talk with a serious and thoughtful air, and then got up again.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
She sat down at the table and listened to the conversation between the elders and Nicholas, who had also come to the table.
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
Dimmler, who had seated himself beside the countess, listened with closed eyes.
Sonya listened silently with downcast eyes to the countess' cruel words, without understanding what was required of her.
Prince Bolkonski listened as a presiding judge receives a report, only now and then, silently or by a brief word, showing that he took heed of what was being reported to him.
He laughed blandly at her naive diplomacy but listened to what she had to say, and sometimes questioned her carefully about the Penza and Nizhegorod estates.
Pierre raised his shoulders and listened open-mouthed to what was told him, scarcely able to believe his own ears.
Murat's face beamed with stupid satisfaction as he listened to "Monsieur de Bal-macheve."
Balashev bowed his head with an air indicating that he would like to make his bow and leave, and only listened because he could not help hearing what was said to him.
Prince Andrew listened and observed in silence.
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
Rostov, smoking his pipe and turning his head about as the water trickled down his neck, listened inattentively, with an occasional glance at Ilyin, who was pressing close to him.
The count listened with closed eyes, heaving abrupt sighs at certain passages.
Princess Mary listened attentively to what he told her.
She had not slept and had stolen downstairs on tiptoe, and going to the door of the conservatory where he slept that night had listened at the door.
What gentleness and nobility there are in her features and expression! thought he as he looked at her and listened to her timid story.
Kutuzov swayed his head, as much as to say: "How is one man to deal with it all?" and again listened to Denisov.
"Don't go away," he added, turning to Prince Andrew, who remained in the porch and listened to the general's report.
He was listening to the general's report-- which consisted chiefly of a criticism of the position at Tsarevo- Zaymishche--as he had listened to Denisov, and seven years previously had listened to the discussion at the Austerlitz council of war.
Pierre listened to him, scarcely able to repress a smile.
The officers gazed with surprise at Pierre's huge stout figure and listened to his talk of Moscow and the position of our army, round which he had ridden.
Having listened to a suggestion from Davout, who was now called Prince d'Eckmuhl, to turn the Russian left wing, Napoleon said it should not be done, without explaining why not.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
Occasionally he stopped, listened to the firing, and gazed intently at the battlefield.
He listened with weary ears to the ever-recurring sounds, distinguishing the whistle of flying projectiles from the booming of the reports, glanced at the tiresomely familiar faces of the men of the first battalion, and waited.
The commander in chief listened to what was being said and sometimes asked them to repeat their remarks, but did not himself take part in the conversations or express any opinion.
Having listened to her mother's objections, Helene smiled blandly and ironically.
Natasha moved a few steps forward and stopped shyly, still holding her handkerchief, and listened to what the housekeeper was saying.
The count stood by the window and listened without turning round.
The Frenchman listened in silence with the same gloomy expression, but suddenly turned to Pierre with a smile.
For a long time Natasha listened attentively to the sounds that reached her from inside and outside the room and did not move.
The Emperor listened in silence, not looking at Michaud.
He did not sing like a trained singer who knows he is listened to, but like the birds, evidently giving vent to the sounds in the same way that one stretches oneself or walks about to get rid of stiffness, and the sounds were always high-pitched, mournful, delicate, and almost feminine, and his face at such times was very serious.
"Can it or can it not be?" he now thought as he looked at her and listened to the light click of the steel needles.
His wrath, once expended, did not return, and blinking feebly he listened to excuses and self-justifications (Ermolov did not come to see him till the next day) and to the insistence of Bennigsen, Konovnitsyn, and Toll that the movement that had miscarried should be executed next day.
None of them listened to orders.
The voices grew in harmonious triumphant strength, and Petya listened to their surpassing beauty in awe and joy.
But well as he knew it, Pierre now listened to that tale as to something new, and the quiet rapture Karataev evidently felt as he told it communicated itself also to Pierre.
The same submissive, expressionless look with which he had listened to the Emperor's commands on the field of Austerlitz seven years before settled on his face now.
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.
Pierre kept saying as he leaned toward her with his whole body and eagerly listened to her story.
Pierre listened to her with lips parted and eyes fixed upon her full of tears.
As he listened he did not think of Prince Andrew, nor of death, nor of what she was telling.
He listened to her and felt only pity for her, for what she was suffering now while she was speaking.
As she listened to it she saw before her his smooth handsome forehead, his mustache, and his whole face, as she had so often seen it in the stillness of the night when he slept.
Countess Mary listened till he had finished, made some remark, and in her turn began thinking aloud.
Nicholas, who had left his nephew, irritably pushed up an armchair, sat down in it, and listened to Pierre, coughing discontentedly and frowning more and more.
This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!
Countess Mary listened to her husband and understood all that he told her.
A large rock beside the road provided a place to rest while she listened for vehicles.
He listened for a minute and then his tone was sharp.
Through her bedroom doorway, Adrienne watched him as he listened solemnly.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
I'd rather have entertained my house guest than listened to his sniveling and begging but alas, I do what I have to do.
I listened until the silence below was interrupted by conversation and called loudly for the others to come up.
I listened, as tight as a bow string as Howie narrated in a whispered voice as he was patrolling around the house.
Yully listened, dismayed by the lies stacking up on top of one another.
Thus far, he'd listened to her, and she hoped he feared Damian enough to continue paying attention.
Jule's throat tightened as he listened to the two of them spar verbally.
Yully listened, breathless, to the strangers who vowed to protect her from a threat similar to her father.
He rattled off more rules, and she listened without registering any of them.
Sofia listened and trailed them through the house that resembled a frat house.
Sofia listened as she approached Traci's bed and gazed down at the unconscious woman.
She listened, struck by the sorrow in his voice.
Damian listened to the door close behind her, stunned by what he'd seen in her thoughts.
Sofia only half-listened as she led them down the stairs, anxious to get back to Damian and the place that had become her home.
The sound was nearly inaudible but both stopped and listened attentively.
The woman listened patiently, or so Dean assumed by her silence.
Here was this guy—yes, an old married guy— who listened when I said something.
He listened for the siren but heard only his Jeep, and twice, the scrapes of his underside as he bottomed out on protruding stone.
He listened, but heard only the echo of his call.
One of Mrs. Worthington's friends taped the debate and Fred and Cynthia listened to it while Dean nursed his ego, and an ale or two, on the front porch.
They listened again and it was repeated.
Martha listened, her initial disappointment melting away.
Gabriel listened to her tell him what she did, the mind check and traitor forgotten.
Katie listened attentively and then thought it over a few minutes.
He listened intently, swirling and sipping his wine.
Deidre listened to their rustling and distant cries and focused on placing her feet along the path.
She listened, dread fluttering through her, and sipped her wine.
She listened, dismayed but also interested in someone interpreting the insanity of her mind in a way she could grasp.
She listened to his rant, peppered with language no kid Toby's age should hear.
She breathed deeply of his scent and listened to his heart beat from her position sprawled atop him.
Rhyn listened, sensing his friend was more than troubled: he was deeply disturbed.
She listened but heard no one downstairs to indicate the movers had been through and glanced at the clock on her nightstand.
Evelyn listened and cringed, not sure how she would explain everything.
A'Ran listened to the Council members, uneasy.
Kiera listened, interested despite trying not to be.
Jetr listened and spoke, glancing over after a few minutes.
I should have listened to you and waited to tell him.
Jackson jumped up and listened to her heart.
She listened, unable to fathom the magnitude of chaos he spoke of.
She tapped her earpiece, listened intently, and responded with a few words.
The Prince had listened with attention.
The Wizard had listened intently to what Eureka had said.
He listened to what Langeron said, as if remarking, "So you are still at that silly business!" quickly closed his eye again, and let his head sink still lower.
He gazed silently at the hills which seemed to rise out of the sea of mist and on which the Russian troops were moving in the distance, and he listened to the sounds of firing in the valley.
He listened and heard the sound of approaching horses, and voices speaking French.
Pierre listened with swelling heart, gazing into the Mason's face with shining eyes, not interrupting or questioning him, but believing with his whole soul what the stranger said.
He listened to the Rhetor in silence, feeling from all he said that his ordeal was about to begin.
He took the seat indicated to him beside the fair Helene and listened to the general conversation.
He shut his eyes, rubbed his forehead as if to rid himself of all interest in what he had read, and listened to what was passing in the nursery.
He did not look round, but still gazing at the infant's face listened to his regular breathing.
Prince Andrew, looking straight in front of him, listened in silence to Pierre's words.
"But, dear me, that must be a fraud!" said Pierre, naively, who had listened attentively to the pilgrim.
Pierre listened to her attentively and seriously.
Only the man who had the next bed, a stout Uhlan, continued to sit on his bed, gloomily frowning and smoking a pipe, and little one-armed Tushin still listened, shaking his head disapprovingly.
She should have listened then.
For once, she wished she'd listened to Gage or Talal.
Fully alert, he listened, but heard only night noises, the ticking of the hall clock, a slight breeze, the ever-present furnace rumbling heat to the old building.