When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
While Betsy and I shared one bedroom and the LeBlanc's the other, Howie was stuck on the living room sofa.
I love all living things,--I suppose everyone does; but of course I cannot have a menagerie.
It's inevitable that two people living in the same house are going to be at odds sometimes, but from now on I'll never feel completely safe.
I've been living in the same apartment with you for two years.
Whether it was an unforgivable sin or a miracle, the twins were living babies now.
Now, if I was trying to hide my identity, the last thing I would want her to do would be to file a police report while she was living under my roof.
You told me you were tired of trying to scratch out a living from this ranch.
Very kind and loving was St. Francis--kind and loving not only to men but to all living things.
There one does not meet the great and the wise face to face; one does not even feel their living touch.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
Slipping a hand around her waist, he helped her down the hall and across the living room.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
We asked if there was anyone around who might still be living who would remember that far back.
The four of us gathered in the Le Blanc living room as soon as greetings were exchanged.
We traipsed up the stairs to the living room, a parade of zombies, each as stunned and speechless as the others.
As soon as Howie emerged from the basement we all hurried into the living room and stood around, expectantly.
Once we were sated and gathered in the living room Betsy began work on her computer.
Howie and I waited turns in the living room.
"I will stop you from living and forbid you to be planted," returned the Prince.
"Yes, dear," her mistress replied; "there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them.
It was a small island, and there was no one living on it.
GNP and "standard of living" measurements don't capture this.
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
A problem arises because of the strong correlation between standard of living and energy consumption.
If every job that could be done by a machine was done by a machine tomorrow, the standard of living of virtually everyone on the planet would rise.
Before recorded music, the best musicians made a good living but weren't extremely wealthy.
In a world without abundance, socialism removes the one reliable creator of abundance—the individual profit motive—and that results in a lower standard of living for everyone.
The idea of having to "earn a living" will be completely foreign to us.
By comparison, if a country has 99 percent of the people working in agriculture—if it is barely feeding itself, even with everyone working at that—then it is living at a subsistence level, the very definition of poverty.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
Now in 1812, to anyone living in close touch with these people it was apparent that these undercurrents were acting strongly and nearing an eruption.
Only the eldest princess, the one with the stony face and long waist, was still living in Pierre's house.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
This city was evidently living with the full force of its own life.
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
He realized that it was the real living Natasha, and he was not surprised but quietly happy.
And your old parents, are they still living? he asked.
"Well, my dear fellow, I was still living at home," he began.
I come home on leave and I'll tell you how it was, I look and see that they are living better than before.
And his cold, stern look replied: "Because you are alive and thinking of the living, while I..."
"He wrote here that he took a great liking to you," he went on simply and calmly, evidently unable to understand all the complex significance his words had for living people.