One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
He was sitting at a table across and down from them.
She rested her chin on her palm, elbow on the table, and stared at him.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Jonathan knocked a lamp off the table and it shattered.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
The lint he tucked back into his pocket, and the ring he tossed on the table in front of Adrienne.
Brandon retired to a table nearby and it was all Adrienne could do to keep her mind on the interview.
Cynthia Turley was in the middle of cleaning his favorite table when he walked through the diner door.
Then he slipped quickly under the table and hid himself.
I read the letter at the supper-table, and Mrs. Keller exclaimed: "My, Miss Annie, Helen writes almost as well as that now!"
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.
But won't you come to this other table? repeated Anna Pavlovna.
No, tell them to bring a small table out here, my dear boy.
He closed his book and placed it on the end table and rose lithely from the chair.
She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, staring out into the night.
And in the middle was a rough table with benches around it instead of chairs.
They were just rising from the table when they heard a great noise in the street.
For a whole evening she will sit at the table writing whatever comes into her busy brain; and I seldom find any difficulty in reading what she has written.
Princess Mary saw Dessalles' embarrassed and astonished look fixed on her father, noticed his silence, and was struck by the fact that her father had forgotten his son's letter on the drawing-room table; but she was not only afraid to speak of it and ask Dessalles the reason of his confusion and silence, but was afraid even to think about it.
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.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
After they put all the presents on a table, Felipa finally spoke.
It was a good thing they didn't change after church, because everyone at the table was dressed as if going to church.
"I thought you might need these," she said, handing the rag to Carmen and setting the box of tissues on a small table beside her.
She methodically placed the children's magazine on the table beside the chair, avoiding his gaze.
Remembering Dulce's face at the table, she turned, frowning up at him.
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 took a pack of cards that lay on the table and began to lay them out for a game of patience.
On the other table, round which many people were crowding, a tall well-fed man lay on his back with his head thrown back.
When he had dismissed the generals Kutuzov sat a long time with his elbows on the table, thinking always of the same terrible question: When, when did the abandonment of Moscow become inevitable?
They shall eat horseflesh yet, like the Turks! exclaimed Kutuzov without replying, striking the table with his podgy fist.
(At the mention of the chiffonier and dressing table Berg involuntarily changed his tone to one of pleasure at his admirable domestic arrangements.)
But as soon as the man had left the room Pierre took up his hat which was lying on the table and went out of his study by the other door.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.
When he sat with his elbows on the dusty writing table in the deathlike stillness of the study, calm and significant memories of the last few days rose one after another in his imagination, particularly of the battle of Borodino and of that vague sense of his own insignificance and insincerity compared with the truth, simplicity, and strength of the class of men he mentally classed as they.
He paused and then suddenly seeing the pistol on the table seized it with unexpected rapidity and ran out into the corridor.
He wrapped the bottle up to its neck in a table napkin and poured out wine for himself and for Pierre.