I made myself comfortable on the sofa, my arm around Betsy, as we all waited for him to continue.
My smile disappeared when I saw Howard Abbott on the sofa, his head in his hands.
A couple of wing-backed chairs and sofa sank luxuriously into that thick wine carpet, but what caught her full attention was the wide curving staircase.
I came down here and napped on the sofa for a few hours.
"Oh, god!" she said, flopping down on the sofa and looking up the stairs.
I'd lived so clement an existence that the sum total of my exposure to mayhem came from the soft cushioned sofa fronting a wide screen television.
"The saga continues," she added as she fluffed the sofa pillows and directed me to rest.
He sat on a sofa while she settled into a leather rocker where she'd evidently been sitting, as there was a nearly empty pint of vodka on the table next to her.
She rose and limped somewhat unsteadily into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "The sofa changes into a bed if you're too horny to make it back to the bedroom."
She plopped down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her invitingly.
She relaxed, dropped back down on the sofa, and nodded toward the front closet.
Andre perched likewise on the sofa and reached out, placing the cool tips of his fingers on her temples.
The hearth blazed opposite her position on a plush sofa with buttery leather in a small study with Persian carpets.
He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.
Fred plopped down on the sofa, set the plate in his lap and continued to eat and talk at the same time.
Cynthia dropped the bundle on the sofa and held the dress up in front of the woman.
Edith ignored him and sat back on the sofa, the dress still spread in front of her.
She placed the dress over the back of the sofa with care and rose.
Cynthia took Edith's place on the sofa and began folding the ancient underwear.
Dean reached up on the sofa and pulled down a few articles of the clothing.
"Come," Cynthia said, motioning to the sofa seat next to her as Dean and Fred took chairs.
She gestured toward the leather sofa against the office wall.
The sofa in the office would be fine and you could leave the door to your bedroom open, just a pinch.
Dean went to close up while Cynthia readied the sofa for Donnie's bed.
The sofa was empty, too, the blanket and sheets piled neatly.
She joined him, sitting on the sofa and pulling one of Cynthia's quilts across her lap.
Fred was snuggled up on the sofa, next to the only woman member of the law-folk group.
Fred sat down on the sofa, staking out his territory, letting the world know he had every intention of sticking around.
When they entered Bird Song Fred was still in place on the sofa, but as soon as he saw them he jumped up and embraced Cynthia like the returning prodigal child.
His face lit up in a smile at seeing his friend and the two bounced over to the sofa together.
Cynthia settled into the sofa where Dean joined her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
They carried their glasses to the overstuffed sofa and sat facing each other.
It contained a sofa, two wing chairs, a queen size bed, a fully stocked wet bar, kitchenette, bathroom, wide screen TV, books, and magazines.
Without speaking, he went to the bar, poured two drinks, set one down on the Rococo table in front of the sofa and sat in one of the wing chairs.
Dropping him on the sofa, Jackson sat back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other knee at the ankle.
He turned, looking over the back of the sofa and there she stood in a plush white robe with a towel on her head and yes, she definitely had a waddle to her walk.
She sat on the sofa with tears running down her face, a smile pulled as far as it would go.
As they sat on the sofa, he thought of the girl lying here just hours before, clinging to life because of him.
She plopped down on one end of the sofa and took her heels off.
He lay on the sofa with his head in Elisabeth's lap.
Elisabeth perched on the arm of the sofa next to Sarah.
Nikolai trotted after them and backed up to the sofa between Jackson and Elisabeth.
Elisabeth stood behind the sofa, rubbing Jackson's shoulders and neck.
She picked up the duvet from the bed and draped it on the sofa, then undressed.
She lay down on the sofa, and they gazed into each other's eyes for a while, then Elisabeth turned away.
She cocked her head again, then turned and lumbered to the sofa, and climbed up on it to lie down.
He opened the door and slowly approached the sofa, then sat at the end, a little away from the wolf's head.
He laughed, "Well, I'm sitting on the sofa petting a beautiful wolf who is sleeping in my lap."
He grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and covered her.
They sat on the sofa without speaking.
They were on the sofa, Connor lying down with his head in her lap.
He found Sarah and Connor on the sofa in the holding cell.
When Sarah and Connor entered the drawing room, Jackson and Elisabeth were sitting on the sofa reading.
Sarah set Elisabeth up on the sofa and started a line to draw her blood, then she and Connor went down to clean up the holding cell.
He skulked to the sofa, lifted her legs and sat under them.
Elisabeth laid Jackson's body on the sofa and knelt next to him.
The deck was furnished with wicker furniture, two chairs facing each other and a sofa with a coffee table in front of it.
Mrs. Byrne sat on the sofa and Dean took the chair to her left.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak.
Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.
The man who had wished to stop the affair ran to a corner of the room and threw himself on a sofa with his face to the wall.
For a long time Pierre could not understand, but when he did, he jumped up from the sofa, seized Boris under the elbow in his quick, clumsy way, and, blushing far more than Boris, began to speak with a feeling of mingled shame and vexation.
The count sat on the sofa between two guests who were smoking and talking.
Pierre, having made up his mind to obey his monitress implicitly, moved toward the sofa she had indicated.
He staggered to the sofa on which Pierre was sitting and dropped onto it, covering his face with his hand.
Why are we not together as we were last summer, in your big study, on the blue sofa, the confidential sofa?
She was so tired that she has fallen asleep on the sofa in my room.
What a treasure of a wife you have, said she, sitting down on the sofa, facing her brother.
"I know," interrupted Bilibin, "you're thinking it's very easy to take marshals, sitting on a sofa by the fire!
Prince Vasili passed by, seeming not to hear the ladies, and sat down on a sofa in a far corner of the room.
Prince Bolkonski sat down in his usual place in the corner of the sofa and, drawing up an armchair for Prince Vasili, pointed to it and began questioning him about political affairs and news.
When Tikhon came to her Princess Mary was sitting on the sofa in her room, holding the weeping Mademoiselle Bourienne in her arms and gently stroking her hair.
Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
He lay down on the sofa meaning to fall asleep and forget all that had happened to him, but could not do so.
Pierre leaped up from the sofa and rushed staggering toward her.
The men servants were carrying the large leather sofa from Prince Andrew's study into the bedroom.
After a while he re-entered it as if to snuff the candles, and, seeing the prince was lying on the sofa, looked at him, noticed his perturbed face, shook his head, and going up to him silently kissed him on the shoulder and left the room without snuffing the candles or saying why he had entered.
Prince Andrew entered and paused facing her at the foot of the sofa on which she was lying.
Prince Andrew went round the sofa and kissed her forehead.
Without undressing, he lay down on the leather sofa in front of a round table, put his big feet in their overboots on the table, and began to reflect.
With a pair of felt boots on his thin bony legs, and keeping on a worn, nankeen-covered, sheepskin coat, the traveler sat down on the sofa, leaned back his big head with its broad temples and close-cropped hair, and looked at Bezukhov.
All at once the stranger closed the book, putting in a marker, and again, leaning with his arms on the back of the sofa, sat in his former position with his eyes shut.
He paused, his gaze still on Pierre, and moved aside on the sofa by way of inviting the other to take a seat beside him.
After these words, the Mason, as if tired by his long discourse, again leaned his arms on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
In her snug room, with lamps burning before the icon stand, a young lad with a long nose and long hair, wearing a monk's cassock, sat on the sofa beside her, behind a samovar.
For three days after the delivery of his speech at the lodge he lay on a sofa at home receiving no one and going nowhere.
Rugay, his back still muddy, came into the room and lay down on the sofa, cleaning himself with his tongue and teeth.
After supper, over their cherry brandy, Rostov and "Uncle" talked of past and future hunts, of Rugay and Ilagin's dogs, while Natasha sat upright on the sofa and listened with sparkling eyes.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
As soon as he sank into his place on the sofa after two bottles of Margaux he was surrounded, and talking, disputing, and joking began.
Anatole lay on the sofa in the study leaning on his elbow and smiling pensively, while his handsome lips muttered tenderly to himself.
Natasha lying on the sofa, her head hidden in her hands, and she did not stir.
Who asked you to? shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna.
She lay on the sofa with her face to the wall, fingering the buttons of the leather cushion and seeing nothing but that cushion, and her confused thoughts were centered on one subject--the irrevocability of death and her own spiritual baseness, which she had not suspected, but which had shown itself during her father's illness.
Smiling unnaturally and muttering to himself, he first sat down on the sofa in an attitude of despair, then rose, went to the door of the reception room and peeped through the crack, returned flourishing his arms, and took up a book.
After supper he lay down on a sofa without undressing, and was awakened soon after midnight by a courier bringing him a letter from Kutuzov.
The unaccustomed coarse food, the vodka he drank during those days, the absence of wine and cigars, his dirty unchanged linen, two almost sleepless nights passed on a short sofa without bedding--all this kept him in a state of excitement bordering on insanity.
Without taking leave of his new friend, Pierre left the gate with unsteady steps and returning to his room lay down on the sofa and immediately fell asleep.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
I had trouble sleeping on the sofa because I kept thinking about my vision from earlier.
We took seats on an old leather sofa and side chair while our hostess sat behind the desk that dominated the room.
Betsy plunked down on the sofa next to me.
He then sat on the sofa, put his feet up on the overstuffed ottoman and once again congratulated himself on his prowess.
Suddenly Pierre heaved a deep sigh and dumped his heavy person down on the sofa beside Prince Andrew.