Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
She returned to her place at the table.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
When he continued to assess her, she boldly returned his appraisal.
Giddon returned, his expression guarded.
He nodded and returned his attention to the steep hill.
She returned his scowl with a little rancor.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
When Julie & Rachel returned, she told them that Brandon would be out at the ranch for a while.
By the time Bordeaux returned with the cut up snakes, she had lard sizzling in a large skillet.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
He stood and returned the poker to its holder.
As she dashed the cool water on her face, the strength returned to her legs.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
"Didn't know what land it was, my son," returned the other, with a pleasant smile; "and, to be honest, I didn't mean to visit you when I started out.
"I will stop you from living and forbid you to be planted," returned the Prince.
"Of course it is," returned Dorothy promptly.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
The British soldiers soon returned to Charleston, and he was allowed to go home.
The awkward boy stepped out quickly, and little Lucy Martin returned to her seat sobbing.
I would love to write about how all the time that drivers waste driving will be returned to them to spend however they like and how there will never be another traffic death, another DWI, or another driver who falls asleep at the wheel.
After touring the United States for more than nine months in the 1830s, Alexis de Tocqueville returned to his native France and penned the two-volume Democracy in America.
I have never met someone who returned from another country saying, Man, those guys are such jerks.
We always returned to the cottage with armfuls of laurel, goldenrod, ferns and gorgeous swamp-flowers such as grow only in the South.
In October, 1898, we returned to Boston.
He explained each time what I did not understand in the previous lesson, assigned new work, and took home with him the Greek exercises which I had written during the week on my typewriter, corrected them fully, and returned them to me.
When she returned almost the first thing we did was to begin the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy."
The owner of the axe, as he released his hold on it, said that it was the apple of his eye; but I returned it sharper than I received it.
However, I was released the next day, obtained my mended shoe, and returned to the woods in season to get my dinner of huckleberries on Fair Haven Hill.
Sometimes, after staying in a village parlor till the family had all retired, I have returned to the woods, and, partly with a view to the next day's dinner, spent the hours of midnight fishing from a boat by moonlight, serenaded by owls and foxes, and hearing, from time to time, the creaking note of some unknown bird close at hand.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
The young man had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his first appearance in society.
Soon after Anna Pavlovna's reception Anna Mikhaylovna returned to Moscow and went straight to her rich relations, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed when in the town and where her darling Bory, who had only just entered a regiment of the line and was being at once transferred to the Guards as a cornet, had been educated from childhood and lived for years at a time.
The countess wished to have a tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte talk with the friend of her childhood, Princess Anna Mikhaylovna, whom she had not seen properly since she returned from Petersburg.
When Anna Mikhaylovna returned from Count Bezukhov's the money, all in clean notes, was lying ready under a handkerchief on the countess' little table, and Anna Mikhaylovna noticed that something was agitating her.