The wagon groaned into a slow roll.
"His mate," Xander said with his slow smile.
Time slowed down, and it was as if everything was in slow motion.
We could take two wagons, but that would mean we'd have to travel slow, and there wouldn't be any animals for riding except Bordeaux's horse.
Lisa glanced sharply at Sarah, a slow flush invading her face.
"Better stock up on Merlot," Martha said on a slow morning.
Dusty felt the slow change in the air around him and tensed.
Every beautiful description, every deep thought glides insensibly into the same mournful chant of the brevity of life, of the slow decay and dissolution of all earthly things.
Carmen drew a slow breath and glanced self-consciously at Dulce and Alondra.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
The blue ice melted with warmth and a slow smile twisted his lips in an attractive way.
"This is slow work, Robert," said the older of the boys as they were poling up the river to a new fishing place.
This will turbocharge science, which will no longer rely exclusively on slow observations in real time.
Then she said, "Helen wind slow," again suiting the action to the words.
It is irksome because the process is so slow, and they cannot read what they have written or correct their mistakes.
The acquiring of speech by untaught deaf children is always slow and often painful.
'Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.'
I should not have wondered by this time to find that they had their respective musical bands stationed on some eminent chip, and playing their national airs the while, to excite the slow and cheer the dying combatants.
We are accustomed to say, that the mass of men are unprepared; but improvement is slow, because the few are not materially wiser or better than the many.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
When it came back to her face, a slow smile erased the creases between his brows.
The realization came slow and late, but clear.
She wanted to ask him to slow down, but she was already holding him back.
Would you slow down before you kill us both?
She removed her gloves, wondering about the slow flush that was darkening his somber features.
The balance of the weekend went well after a slow start.
I feel like I'm on a carousel that won't stop but we have to slow it down.
I was less critical than my wife on the slow workings of the law.
Betsy picked up a case of a body dump in Illinois and, as it was a slow day, we tried to bracket the unknown time of the corpse's disposal.
"I can do that," Jimmy said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Raindrops fell as if in slow motion, and lightning stayed, brighter than the midday sun.
From in front and especially from the right, in the unlifting smoke the guns boomed, and out of the mysterious domain of smoke that overlay the whole space in front, quick hissing cannon balls and slow whistling shells flew unceasingly.
"And have you brought little Nicholas?" he asked in the same slow, quiet manner and with an obvious effort to remember.
There was nothing terrible or violent in this comparatively slow awakening.
Science's progress over the past few hundred years has been determined mainly by the relatively slow speed at which we were able to collect data.
When human problems no longer are bound by the capacity and speed of our brains and the slow passage of time but instead are addressed at the speed of the fastest processors, change will be swift and profound.
Eventually Spartacus and many of his followers were killed and six thousand of his fellow rebelling slaves were crucified, a slow and agonizing form of death.
Children who hear acquire language without any particular effort; the words that fall from others' lips they catch on the wing, as it were, delightedly, while the little deaf child must trap them by a slow and often painful process.
No one realized more fully than dear Frau Grote how slow and inadequate her spelling was.
I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.
Miss Sullivan and others who live constantly with the deaf can spell very rapidly--fast enough to get a slow lecture, not fast enough to get every word of a rapid speaker.
During our walks she keeps up a continual spelling, and delights to accompany it with actions such as skipping, hopping, jumping, running, walking fast, walking slow, and the like.