She sat up and grabbed her purse.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
Choking down fear, she climbed inside and sat down in the luxurious leather seat.
She sat staring absently out the window.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
Not just that you went to a certain address but that the address was a movie theater and—based on where you sat and that you ordered tickets online—you saw Episode VII of Star Wars.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
They sat her in front of a mirror while Felipa worked.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
Carmen sat Destiny on the floor and picked up the pan of pealed potatoes, along with a paring knife.
She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering who might be visiting at this time in the morning.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
She sat down on the bed and sighed again.
Carmen set Destiny on the floor and then sat down beside Alex.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
Destiny coughed and sat up with a wale that sounded more like a broken growl.
There she sat for a few moments, gasping for breath.
Who hasn't sat at a stop light and been so distracted by something else that they didn't notice the light was green?
Princess Ozma, dressed in her most splendid robes of state, sat in the magnificent emerald throne, with her jewelled sceptre in her hand and her sparkling coronet upon her fair brow.
At her right sat the queerly assorted Jury--animals, animated dummies and people--all gravely prepared to listen to what was said.
So he sat down and wrote a wonderful story, which he called "The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe."
The count sat on the sofa between two guests who were smoking and talking.
She stretched and sat up, reaching for her clothes.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
Frowning with vexation at the effort necessary to divest himself of his coat and trousers, the prince undressed, sat down heavily on the bed, and appeared to be meditating as he looked contemptuously at his withered yellow legs.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
Princess Mary listened without understanding him; she led him to the house, offered him lunch, and sat down with him.
She returned to the garden and sat down on the grass at the foot of the slope by the pond, where no one could see her.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.