He ran a hand through his hair.
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
"Someone must have spiked my punch," he said, running a hand through his hair.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.
It was not so high as the glowing star of the six colored suns, but was descending slowly through the air--so slowly that at first it scarcely seemed to move.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
But I have been examining this tunnel, and I do not see any signs of so large a beast having passed through it.
Do you need to clear it through your boyfriend?
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
Yet, just like the Italian restaurant search, it will be approachable through the aggregate life experiences of everybody on the planet.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
In the morning, as soon as it was daylight, he resolved to take a walk and try to find some grass for breakfast; so he ambled calmly through the handsome arch of the doorway, turned the corner of the palace, wherein all seemed asleep, and came face to face with the Sawhorse.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
In the 1500s it spread all through Europe, in the 1600s expanded its foothold in North America, and by the mid-1700s regularly occurred almost everywhere in the world.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
The doorway of the glass palace was quite big enough for the horse and buggy to enter, so Zeb drove straight through it and the children found themselves in a lofty hall that was very beautiful.
I remember with delight how I went through their rose-garden, how their dogs, big Leo and little curly-haired Fritz with long ears, came to meet me, and how Nimrod, the swiftest of the horses, poked his nose into my hands for a pat and a lump of sugar.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
The Emperor! a sudden cry resounded through the halls and the whole throng hurried to the entrance.
The Emperor entered the hall through a broad path between two lines of nobles.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
The evening sky that had been so clear was clouded with smoke, through which, high up, the sickle of the new moon shone strangely.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
When they passed through a village they all rushed to the wells and fought for the water and drank it down to the mud.