She would never have considered back-talking her parents.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
Alex was busy talking to a lady with a low-cut bodice.
I was talking with Morino until almost midnight.
She woke several times briefly; once to see Len and an older officer with white hair talking in the hallway outside her cubicle in the emergency room.
I was talking about the other end of my life.
Yes, I heard you talking on it.
"You know what I'm talking about," she answered in a voice more certain than she felt.
Hopefully he wasn't talking about her.
Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
Talking with Fritz was better than nothing, but this young man had an unusual way of thinking.
Mrs. Hertz was always talking about a nephew.
He paused, obviously realizing she was talking about her own feelings.
Your Aunt was always talking about you, but she never mentioned a sister.
You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
We're not talking over a thousand dollars, are we?
I was talking about the sunset.
I have been talking with my advisors about you meat people, and we have decided that you do not belong in the Land of the Mangaboos and must not remain here.
The Gargoyles had backed away a distance when they heard the sound of talking, for although our friends had spoken in low tones their words seemed loud in the silence surrounding them.
"At that time," continued the Wizard, busily eating his soup while talking, "there were four separate countries in this Land, each one of the four being ruled by a Witch.
It was the third morning after Dorothy's arrival, and she was sitting with Ozma and their friends in a reception room, talking over old times, when the Princess said to her maid:
Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before.
While the shah and the king were talking, two countrymen came in.
The messengers found him in his house talking to his friends and teaching them wisdom.
There everybody was talking about King Cleobulus and his wonderful wisdom.
Telephones, when they first appeared, were called "talking telegraphs."
Again, we aren't talking about anyone knowing anything about you personally.
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
Finally, when I use the word "wisdom," I am talking about applying a value system to knowledge to suggest a course of action.
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.
I could not be despondent while I anticipated the delight of talking to my mother and reading her responses from her lips.
I had made my homeward journey, talking constantly to Miss Sullivan, not for the sake of talking, but determined to improve to the last minute.
I must confess I do not like such large receptions; the people crowd so, and we have to do so much talking; and yet it is at receptions like the one in Philadelphia that we often meet friends whom we learn to love afterwards.
One would approach at first warily through the shrub oaks, running over the snow-crust by fits and starts like a leaf blown by the wind, now a few paces this way, with wonderful speed and waste of energy, making inconceivable haste with his "trotters," as if it were for a wager, and now as many paces that way, but never getting on more than half a rod at a time; and then suddenly pausing with a ludicrous expression and a gratuitous somerset, as if all the eyes in the universe were eyed on him--for all the motions of a squirrel, even in the most solitary recesses of the forest, imply spectators as much as those of a dancing girl--wasting more time in delay and circumspection than would have sufficed to walk the whole distance--I never saw one walk--and then suddenly, before you could say Jack Robinson, he would be in the top of a young pitch pine, winding up his clock and chiding all imaginary spectators, soliloquizing and talking to all the universe at the same time--for no reason that I could ever detect, or he himself was aware of, I suspect.
Both were talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna Pavlovna disapproved.
She returned to the group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave.
Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
"But, my dear," said Prince Vasili suddenly, clutching the little table and becoming more animated and talking more rapidly: "what if a letter has been written to the Emperor in which the count asks for Pierre's legitimation?