The keys hung on the wall beside the door.
She leaned her head against the shower wall, exhausted.
Her gaze moved from the incredible view to the condo's owner, whose desk sat against the wall opposite her beside the windows.
He lifted his hat from a peg on the wall and shrugged into his coat.
Paintings hung on every wall and expensive looking pottery lamps with hand painted shades gave the room a warm glow.
"Dealing with you is like beating my head against a brick wall!" she snapped.
A medallion of Homer hangs on the wall of my study, conveniently low, so that I can easily reach it and touch the beautiful, sad face with loving reverence.
Undoubtedly, in this case, what is true for one is truer still for a thousand, as a large house is not proportionally more expensive than a small one, since one roof may cover, one cellar underlie, and one wall separate several apartments.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
He pushed her against the wall, pulling at her dress again.
Finally he pushed away from the wall and crossed to the table.
He's climbing a tree next to the wall... he fell... he's up again... and over.
After banging a shin on the low stone wall that encircles the flagstone patio, I finally reached the back door.
She waited until she was certain he was distracted before she crept across the apartment, keeping as close to the wall farthest from him as possible.
She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
This appeared so unexpectedly that they were unprepared to take advantage of it at first, and allowed the rocky wall to swing around again before they had decided to pass over.
As the conversation began to assume a loftier and grander tone, we gradually shoved our chairs farther apart till they touched the wall in opposite corners, and then commonly there was not room enough.
These men pressed close to the wall to let Pierre and Anna Mikhaylovna pass and did not evince the least surprise at seeing them there.
Let into the wall was a star-shaped light.
Her own words bounced off the wall and came back as a flash of memory and imagination.
Adrienne grabbed a large stainless steel spoon from its hanger on the wall and primped at her distorted reflection.
About 10 feet back into the cave water oozed from the wall, slowly dripping into a small rock pool.
I must have made a sound as my stomach again roiled and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
She took in his wounds again, unable to fathom why her father would chain him to the wall in their wine cellar.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
There was a barber shop and I could see a calendar on the wall but I couldn't quite read it.
Martha glanced at the wall clock.
He was putting up a framed twenty dollar bill on the wall next to a picture of him with the president.
She glanced at antique school house clock on the kitchen wall, a recent purchase.
I tried to remain inconspicuous as I leaned against a back wall, my mind still in turmoil.
We braced our ladder against the wall and played a game of numbers to see who would the first to climb.
She found a chair jammed against the wall and stepped on it to see the crowd.
Even the pictures on the wall were black and white photography in black frames.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
He flipped a switch to display an aerial of the country club on one wall and Dusty's condo on another.
A form loitering against one wall straightened as he started towards the stairs.
He pulled her to her feet and against the wall, where the rain was less harsh.
She'd thought his wall of swords, daggers, axes, and other medieval weapons were for ceremony.
Her blood spattered on the wall, and buzzing filled her ears.
She ran into a blurry wall, shoved herself off, and smashed into another monster.
Jilian and a few other vamps were down the hall and turned as the stone wall caved.
She wiped her mouth again and flung the rag against the wall, chest heaving.
Damian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall around the trickling fountain at his back.
He went back to his small room and sat on the bed staring at the white wall in front of him.
Damian was chained to the wall so he could be force fed what looked like fruit punch.
They stopped in a small command center, where one wall displayed monitors.
"What brought you back?" was the next question, and Dorothy's eye rested on an antlered head hanging on the wall just over the fireplace, and caught its lips in the act of moving.
In lathing I was pleased to be able to send home each nail with a single blow of the hammer, and it was my ambition to transfer the plaster from the board to the wall neatly and rapidly.
It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.
Once more, on the left, where are seen the well and lilac bushes by the wall, in the now open field, lived Nutting and Le Grosse.
Sometimes, however, he will run upon a wall many rods, and then leap off far to one side, and he appears to know that water will not retain his scent.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal.
The mother smoothed the folds of her dyed silk dress before a large Venetian mirror in the wall, and in her trodden-down shoes briskly ascended the carpeted stairs.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
"It seems it's no use knocking one's head against a wall!" he said, coming from the window and giving Rostov a large envelope.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
But within the Trinity Gateway he was so pressed to the wall by people who probably were unaware of the patriotic intentions with which he had come that in spite of all his determination he had to give in, and stop while carriages passed in, rumbling beneath the archway.
The walls were all on fire and the back wall had fallen in, the wooden roof was collapsing, and the rafters were alight.
Princess Mary's heart beat so violently at this news that she grew pale and leaned against the wall to keep from falling.
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.
Through a gap in the broken wall he could see, beside the wooden fence, a row of thirty year-old birches with their lower branches lopped off, a field on which shocks of oats were standing, and some bushes near which rose the smoke of campfires-- the soldiers' kitchens.
Several soldiers gathered by the wall of the trench, looking out to see what was happening in front.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.
"Grapeshot!" the senior shouted, without answering the question, looking over the wall of the trench.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
By the wall of China-Town a smaller group of people were gathered round a man in a frieze coat who held a paper in his hand.
Two men in peasant coats ran away at the foot of the wall, toward the Znamenka.
Sitting silent and motionless on a heap of straw against the wall, Pierre sometimes opened and sometimes closed his eyes.
Pierre stood pressed against the wall of a charred house, listening to that noise which mingled in his imagination with the roll of the drums.
To get a better view, several officer prisoners climbed onto the wall of the half-burned house against which Pierre was leaning.
At Dorogobuzh while the soldiers of the convoy, after locking the prisoners in a stable, had gone off to pillage their own stores, several of the soldier prisoners tunneled under the wall and ran away, but were recaptured by the French and shot.
Some fifteen men with merry shouts were shaking down the high wattle wall of a shed, the roof of which had already been removed.
"Now then, all together--shove!" cried the voices, and the huge surface of the wall, sprinkled with snow and creaking with frost, was seen swaying in the gloom of the night.
The lower stakes cracked more and more and at last the wall fell, and with it the men who had been pushing it.
Some twenty men of the Sixth Company who were on their way into the village joined the haulers, and the wattle wall, which was about thirty- five feet long and seven feet high, moved forward along the village street, swaying, pressing upon and cutting the shoulders of the gasping men.
The wattle wall the men had brought was set up in a semicircle by the Eighth Company as a shelter from the north, propped up by musket rests, and a campfire was built before it.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
Felipa stared at the wall, deep in thought for a few minutes.
Alex was lounging with one shoulder against the wall on the other side of the family room when Carmen walked in.
Wildlife hid behind that wall of green, but it was too late in the day for them to be hopping out on the road.
The porcelain clock on the wall proclaimed the time as ten minutes until twelve, but it didn't seem that late.
When she reached for the receiver, he released it reluctantly and then lounged against the wall where he could hear her conversation.
He leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee silently as he watched her mash the potatoes.
The vehicle has a Wall Drug bumper sticker and an emblem from a Kansas campground in the back window.
Her eyes went to the wall clock.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
When the Berlin Wall fell in 1989, I was an undergraduate at Rice University.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
Yancey moved away from the wall and reached for the phone, but she glared up at him, hugging the receiver to her chest.
She stopped, remembering the photo on the wall in the Hertz cabin.
He removed his hand and they moved back against the rock wall of lava that swirled over them.
She flattened against the rock wall as she heard the horse scramble down into the ravine a little way down from her.