She was out, dressed and fixing supper when the bus stopped to let Jonathan out.
She stopped to wait for him, unsure whether to be happy about his presence or annoyed.
Yancey stopped beside her and looked back down at the house.
He stopped, his face turning darker.
"I stopped a minute to give those birds to their mother," he answered.
Then the saint stopped speaking and looked around him.
When night came on he stopped at a pleasant roadside inn and asked for lodging.
Her brother would have taken the icon, but she stopped him.
Had the carpenters stopped working on the room?
The child's eagerness and interest carry her over many obstacles that would be our undoing if we stopped to define and explain everything.
Jim stopped sometimes to rest, for the climb was rather steep and tiresome.
The fruit was so daintily colored and so fragrant, and looked so appetizing and delicious that Dorothy stopped and exclaimed:
The old prince stopped writing and, as if not understanding, fixed his stern eyes on his son.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
More important, would there ever be a time when he stopped hiding things from her?
Having said that much, he stopped, appearing to have run out of conversation.
She stopped, realizing she had been the instigator of this.
At some point, the tears stopped and sleep began.
She stopped, straining to hear the conversation.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
Spencer stopped and they all faced each other.
Directly facing the place where Jim had stopped was an arched opening leading to a broad stairway.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
Very likely he has stopped to take care of them.
Suddenly he stopped at the foot of a tree.
But once cars improved enough, for all intents and purposes we stopped increasing their top speed.
She turned to go, but he stopped her with a gesture and took an uncut book from the high desk.
Princess Mary rose and moved to the door, then stopped and said: "Andrew, if you had faith you would have turned to God and asked Him to give you the love you do not feel, and your prayer would have been answered."
The caleche stopped in front of the regiment.
But at the door he stopped and then retraced his steps.
The imposing figure of Nesvitski followed by his Cossack, and the determination of Denisov who flourished his sword and shouted frantically, had such an effect that they managed to squeeze through to the farther side of the bridge and stopped the infantry.
Others joined those men and stopped and told how cannon balls had fallen on a house close to them.
On seeing the soldiers he was about to shout at them, but suddenly stopped and, clutching at his hair, burst into sobs and laughter:
In a side street near the crossroads where the vehicles had stopped, a house and some shops were on fire.
Princess Mary stopped at the porch, still horrified by her spiritual baseness and trying to arrange her thoughts before going to her father.
She rose and saw Dunyasha her maid, who was evidently looking for her, and who stopped suddenly as if in alarm on seeing her mistress.
Various obscure rumors were always current among them: at one time a rumor that they would all be enrolled as Cossacks; at another of a new religion to which they were all to be converted; then of some proclamation of the Tsar's and of an oath to the Tsar Paul in 1797 (in connection with which it was rumored that freedom had been granted them but the landowners had stopped it), then of Peter Fedorovich's return to the throne in seven years' time, when everything would be made free and so "simple" that there would be no restrictions.
Princess Mary walked up and down the room and stopped in front of him.
But on glancing at Rostov's face Ilyin stopped short.
Rostov stopped and, clenching his fists, suddenly and sternly turned on Alpatych.
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.
On his way home from Vorontsovo, as he was passing the Bolotnoe Place Pierre, seeing a large crowd round the Lobnoe Place, stopped and got out of his trap.