After cleaning up the counter, she opened the refrigerator.
When she opened her eyes the sun was directly overhead.
Something dropped on the ground beside her and she opened her eyes.
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
His hand dropped from her arm and she opened the door.
Brandon glanced at Adrienne as he opened the door for Julia.
Families who owned great houses were able to keep them if they opened them to the public, acted as guides, and only lived in a small part of them.
The door was opened by the man from Mr. Boyle's.
Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them.
The princess timidly opened the door which moved noiselessly and easily.
The door opened and Alex stepped into the room.
She quietly opened the door to her room and carefully closed it behind her and took a deep breath.
Alfred opened it with careful fingers.
He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.
His eyes blinked and opened, slowly focusing on her face.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
She opened it to find Señor Medena waiting outside.
At the car he opened the door for her.
On one side of the living room a door opened into a large dining area.
The master bedroom had wooden patio doors that opened on a balcony facing east.
She opened her eyes to find his concerned face over her.
Finally she opened one.
Climbing the unfinished stairs she opened the door to the new room and looked around.
Destiny's eyelids drooped and paused, then opened wide.
He opened his mouth to speak and then clamped it shut.
Alex pointed his fork at her and opened his mouth to speak, but Carmen cut him off.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
A newspaper with Allen's picture on it lay opened on the coffee table.
That was the last thing she remembered until she opened her eyes again and found all three of them hanging over her.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
She sighed and opened the door, leaving the storm door locked.
She opened her eyes, afraid to move or even take a breath.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
He strode around to her side of the car and opened the door for her.
At the door, he opened it and stepped back, motioning for her to enter first.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Giddon's gruff "Let's go" cut off any argument.
He shook his head in defeat and opened the door for her, bowing deeply.
Carefully lifting the envelope from the drawer, she opened it.
With the note in her hand, she opened the door slightly and peeked out.
There she opened her letter to Connie and added a request to check on that name and address.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
At the car, he opened the door for her in a gentlemanly way.
He opened the door for her and they entered, quietly slipping into the kitchen.
You opened my mail?
After he left the room, she opened the envelope.
At the car, he opened the door and glanced back at her, his expression reflective.
The door opened quietly and Yancey entered, his face bland as he retrieved the magazine from his chair.
Pulling a robe over her nightgown, she tiptoed down the hall and silently opened the door to the patio.
She opened the door without looking, ready to welcome Connie.
As he opened the door, a police car pulled up to the curb.
She opened the door and scrambled out, shutting it without another word.
Yancey strode across the room and opened the door, allowing the man in a black suit to enter.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
She snapped the full suitcase shut and opened her door.
He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him.
When he opened the glove box, I was sure he'd come out with a gun, but he had a little tablet instead.
Sensing a presence, she opened one eye.
Adrienne opened the refrigerator door and stared inside absently.
Adrienne opened the refrigerator door again and removed the cheese.
He opened the refrigerator door and removed a can of pop.
Adrienne was still smiling when Brandon opened the door for her.
She opened her eyes to find it was daylight.
The apartment door opened and Rachel stared out at them.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
Just then the girlish Ruler of Oz opened the door and greeted Dorothy with a good-morning kiss.
The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door.
When next the door was opened you ran out and hid yourself--and the piglet was gone.
The servant opened it.
They spread their wings and opened their mouths to show that they understood his words.
"I wonder what can have happened to the boy," he said; and he opened the door and looked out.
Then Caedmon, with only the cows as his hearers, opened his mouth and began to sing.
Then she saw that the child's face was very pale and that he neither opened his eyes nor moved.
He opened his eyes and looked around at the small, plain room and at the poor people standing near him.
When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.
My mind opened naturally and joyously to a conception of antiquity.
Here I opened the bag, and she went through it eagerly, probably expecting to find something to eat.
If not, then as soon as all is over," and Prince Vasili sighed to intimate what he meant by the words all is over, "and the count's papers are opened, the will and letter will be delivered to the Emperor, and the petition will certainly be granted.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
The door of the private room opened and Kutuzov appeared in the doorway.
The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished.
Just as he was going to open it the sounds ceased, the door opened, and Kutuzov with his eagle nose and puffy face appeared in the doorway.
It was true that a view over nearly the whole Russian position and the greater part of the enemy's opened out from this battery.
While he was speaking, the curtain of smoke that had concealed the hollow, driven by a rising wind, began to move from right to left as if drawn by an invisible hand, and the hill opposite, with the French moving about on it, opened out before them.
He opened his eyes and looked up.
Anna Mikhaylovna opened the door.
At the sound of Weyrother's voice, he opened his one eye with an effort.
He started and opened his eyes.
At the moment he opened his eyes he heard in front of him, where the enemy was, the long-drawn shouts of thousands of voices.
The general on horseback at the entrance to the dam raised his hand and opened his mouth to address Dolokhov.
He opened his eyes.
The door was opened a crack and there was a glimpse of something blue, of ribbons, black hair, and merry faces.
The door opened, and from the dining room came the resounding strains of the polonaise:
Pierre turned over heavily on the ottoman and opened his mouth, but could not reply.
Suddenly her door opened softly and her old nurse, Praskovya Savishna, who hardly ever came to that room as the old prince had forbidden it, appeared on the threshold with a shawl round her head.
He was standing close to the door and as soon as it opened his rough old arms closed like a vise round his son's neck, and without a word he began to sob like a child.
"What is this?" thought Nicholas, listening to her with widely opened eyes.
When everything was ready, the stranger opened his eyes, moved to the table, filled a tumbler with tea for himself and one for the beardless old man to whom he passed it.
The door opened and someone came in.
Willarski coughed, he was answered by the masonic knock with mallets, the doors opened before them.
And he jumped up and opened the door for him.
He went on tiptoe to the nursery door and opened it.
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.
He opened the casement.
But the moment the door opened one feeling alone appeared on all faces-- that of fear.
Don't come in, Papa! she cried to her father as he opened the door--speaking from under the filmy skirt which still covered her whole face.
He had just heard particulars of that morning's sitting of the Council of State opened by the Emperor, and he spoke of it enthusiastically.
In the hall the porch door opened, and someone asked, "At home?" and then footsteps were heard.
Simon sighed and stooped to straighten the leash a young borzoi had entangled; the count too sighed and, noticing the snuffbox in his hand, opened it and took a pinch.
The door opened and the old prince, in a dressing gown and a white nightcap, came in.
An attendant deferentially and quickly slipped before the ladies and opened the door of their box.
Her black eyes looked at the crowd without seeking anyone, and her delicate arm, bare to above the elbow, lay on the velvet edge of the box, while, evidently unconsciously, she opened and closed her hand in time to the music, crumpling her program.
During the entr'acte a whiff of cold air came into Helene's box, the door opened, and Anatole entered, stooping and trying not to brush against anyone.
Natasha had not time to take off the bodice before the door opened and Countess Bezukhova, dressed in a purple velvet gown with a high collar, came into the room beaming with good-humored amiable smiles.
She probably opened the letter without knowing who it was from.
When he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and spiteful face.
He heard hurried footsteps beyond the door, both halves of it were opened rapidly; all was silent and then from the study the sound was heard of other steps, firm and resolute--they were those of Napoleon.
The door opened, a gentleman-in-waiting, bending respectfully, handed the Emperor his hat and gloves; another brought him a pocket handkerchief.
He opened the door softly and saw her, in the lilac dress she had worn at church, walking about the room singing.
She had her back to him when he opened the door, but when, turning quickly, she saw his broad, surprised face, she blushed and came rapidly up to him.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
The door of the Governor's room opened and they all rose and moved forward.
Then he again opened his eyes and said something none of them could understand for a long time, till at last Tikhon understood and repeated it.
She opened the door and the bright daylight in that previously darkened room startled her.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and for a long time could not make out what was going on around him.
As soon as Prince Andrew opened his eyes, the doctor bent over, kissed him silently on the lips, and hurried away.
Filled with fright he opened his eyes and lifted his head from under his cloak.
For a moment as he was rearranging his cloak Pierre opened his eyes and saw the same penthouse roofs, posts, and yard, but now they were all bluish, lit up, and glittering with frost or dew.
When left alone at last he opened and read his wife's letter.
The countess opened her eyes in dismay and, seizing Sonya's arm, glanced around.
Gerasim opened one of the shutters and left the room on tiptoe.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.
Mishka had opened the clavichord and was strumming on it with one finger.
Mavra Kuzminichna opened the gate and an officer of eighteen, with the round face of a Rostov, entered the yard.
While Pierre, standing in the middle of the room, was talking to himself in this way, the study door opened and on the threshold appeared the figure of Makar Alexeevich, always so timid before but now quite transformed.
"No, Mamma, I will lie down here on the floor," Natasha replied irritably and she went to the window and opened it.
She opened the door and stepped across the threshold and onto the cold, damp earthen floor of the passage.
With her bare feet she touched a sleeping man, stepped over him, and opened the door into the part of the hut where Prince Andrew lay.
Then he opened them and whispered softly: "And the tea?"
"It's here, close by," said she and, running across the yard, opened a gate in a wooden fence and, stopping, pointed out to him a small wooden wing of the house, which was burning brightly and fiercely.
Tears were in his eyes and in his throat when the door opened and Lavrushka came in with some papers.
He recognized them by the handwriting and opened Sonya's first.
He had read only a few lines when he turned pale and his eyes opened wide with fear and joy.
That door opened and Natasha came out, looking excited.
Natasha opened it cautiously and glanced into the room, Sonya standing beside her at the half-open door.
Sitting silent and motionless on a heap of straw against the wall, Pierre sometimes opened and sometimes closed his eyes.
And he opened his eyes again and stared vacantly into the darkness around him.
When Natasha opened Prince Andrew's door with a familiar movement and let Princess Mary pass into the room before her, the princess felt the sobs in her throat.
He seized the door, making a final effort to hold it back--to lock it was no longer possible--but his efforts were weak and clumsy and the door, pushed from behind by that terror, opened and closed again.
When that door was opened and the prisoners, crowding against one another like a flock of sheep, squeezed into the exit, Pierre pushed his way forward and approached that very captain who as the corporal had assured him was ready to do anything for him.
Denisov, frowning, took the envelope and opened it.
During the third night the countess kept very quiet for a few minutes, and Natasha rested her head on the arm of her chair and closed her eyes, but opened them again on hearing the bedstead creak.
For Princess Mary, listening to Natasha's tales of childhood and early youth, there also opened out a new and hitherto uncomprehended side of life: belief in life and its enjoyment.
Cookshops and taverns were opened in partially burned houses.
Natasha had already opened her mouth to speak but suddenly stopped.
The baby again opened his eyes and looked at her.
Without answering, he headed for the fireplace and opened the wood box.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
In the morning she opened her eyes to find Destiny's face only inches away from hers.
The wound opened again and the salt he threw into it drew a sharp response from her.
Giddon reached the door before she did and opened it for her, his smile wry.
Undaunted, he opened the conversation.
In this quake a big crack opened and we fell through--horse and buggy, and all--and the stones got loose and came down with us.
When I opened my door in the evening, off they would go with a squeak and a bounce.
He opened his eyes as they were closing.
'I opened my antechambers and they crowded in.'
It opened and Nicholas came in.
Meanwhile Prince Vasili had opened the door into the princess' room.
A door of one of the inner rooms opened and one of the princesses, the count's niece, entered with a cold, stern face.