He leaned forward in his chair, sobering.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
There, sitting in his chair, was Carl, fast asleep.
"How is it," she began, as usual in French, settling down briskly and fussily in the easy chair, "how is it Annette never got married?
I'm not ready for the rocking chair yet.
He leaned back in his chair again and stretched his legs out, his piercing gaze sorting through the secrets of her mind.
He took the exercise book containing lessons in geometry written by himself and drew up a chair with his foot.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
A footman moved the chair for her.
He sank into the chair and let out a long breath.
Carmen found Alex relaxing in a chair next to the bed in their room.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
I forced her into a chair and held her there until I was nearly exhausted.
"Felipa called this morning," Alex said as he sat down in the chair she vacated.
I challenge you! he ejaculated, and, pushing back his chair, he rose from the table.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
When visitors came in larger and unexpected numbers there was but the third chair for them all, but they generally economized the room by standing up.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
Leaning her head back, she forced the soft chair into a reclining position.
She pulled the lawn chair into the shade under a tree and stretched out, closing her eyes and simply listening to the birds.
Lisa struggled out of the chair and limped over to the sack of groceries.
Sitting her in her chair, she glanced around the table.
"Idiot!" she screamed at her brother and, running to a chair, threw herself on it, sobbing so violently that she could not stop for a long time.
I forced her out of the chair and made her pick it up.
Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone.
When the Military Governor had gone, Prince Vasili sat down all alone on a chair in the ballroom, crossing one leg high over the other, leaning his elbow on his knee and covering his face with his hand.
The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.
Katie made a face as she sat in the chair opposite Carmen.
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
There were in the room a child's cot, two boxes, two armchairs, a table, a child's table, and the little chair on which Prince Andrew was sitting.
He knew she was not in the chair, but he had no way of knowing she had been to the building.
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
With such huge and lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the city.
During this act every time Natasha looked toward the stalls she saw Anatole Kuragin with an arm thrown across the back of his chair, staring at her.
Destiny followed her and Carmen pulled the chair beside her out so she could crawl into it.
After their conversation, she leaned back in the chair to get some rest.
He was picking up the paper and lowering his frame into a chair when he noticed she had stopped.
She did not venture to ask any questions, and shut the door again, now sitting down in her easy chair, now taking her prayer book, now kneeling before the icon stand.
He indicated a chair in the shadow of a rose bush.
Helen was lying on the floor, kicking and screaming and trying to pull my chair from under me.
Lisa started to rise from her chair, but Giddon was faster.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
What about Austria? said he, rising from his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing.
I am sitting on the piazza, and my little white pigeon is perched on the back of my chair, watching me write.
So when Prince Volkonski, who was in the chair, called on him to give his opinion, he merely said:
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
"Ask him to wait," and the sound was heard of a chair being pushed back.
Napoleon sat down, toying with his Sevres coffee cup, and motioned Balashev to a chair beside him.
When at last, smartly whirling his partner round in front of her chair, he drew up with a click of his spurs and bowed to her, Natasha did not even make him a curtsy.
He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.
Pierre disturbed the symmetry by moving a chair for himself, and Berg and Vera immediately began their evening party, interrupting each other in their efforts to entertain their guest.
Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself.
Lisa rose from her chair and glanced down at Sarah.
She sat down in the chair opposite him and studied her coffee.
In the dining room, which like all the rooms in the house was exceedingly lofty, the members of the household and the footmen--one behind each chair--stood waiting for the prince to enter.
A chair scraped next to her and Alex swore softly under his breath.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.
She methodically placed the children's magazine on the table beside the chair, avoiding his gaze.
Later she woke to find Connie asleep in a chair beside her gurney.
He approached her favorite chair.
Back at the house, Carmen prepared the chicken for the oven while Destiny sat in her high chair playing with some cereal.
Excited to see that even this world had video games, she sat in the chair behind the buttons and screen, studying all three in an attempt to figure out how the game worked.
He rocked back in his chair and added, There was a little shindig for the marketing guy—Fletch Brunell.
She straightened in her chair, her face growing warm.
They both helped her to the chair.
"I'll be right out here," Betsy said, pulling up a chair.
"Amen," Quinn said from his chair.
The love of my life moved to the edge of her chair.
He moved the sword off her favorite chair without answering and placed it on the trench stretched across her couch.
Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.
When she completed her task, she stepped up on the velvet chair, after modestly lifting her skirt ever so slightly.
It was the noise from the falling chair that woke me up.
Strong warm hands gripped her arm, guiding her down to the chair.
Anna Mikhaylovna with her eyes indicated a chair that stood beside the bed.
He picked up the newspaper and settled into his chair while she checked on Destiny.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
She entered the room and sat in the leather-upholstered chair beside the desk.
Here, why don't you sit down on this chair while I look you over and ask a few questions.
In the President's chair sat a young man he did not know, with a peculiar cross hanging from his neck.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
She sat down obediently in the chair and crossed her legs.
Brandon squirmed in his chair and avoided Adrienne's gaze.
He straddled a chair and leaned his arms across the top of it while he sipped his coffee.
Brandon didn't act much different at the apartment, but he always seemed to end up in the chair beside her at the table.
Brandon folded into the chair Miss Clara had vacated and smiled nervously.
You'd better scramble and get a chair even if it means elbowing little Timmy out of the way.
She recognized that others used their lips; she "saw" her father reading a paper and when he laid it down she sat in his chair and held the paper before her face.
During the third night the countess kept very quiet for a few minutes, and Natasha rested her head on the arm of her chair and closed her eyes, but opened them again on hearing the bedstead creak.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
She placed them in a chair, resisting all temptation to look at them until every child had received his gifts.
Finally he pushed his plate aside and rose from the chair.
She did several dishes and then heard a chair scrape the floor behind her.
A large grey cat was asleep on a rocking chair.
Martha knocked over her chair as she rushed to the kitchen.
Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand.
We took seats on an old leather sofa and side chair while our hostess sat behind the desk that dominated the room.
I settled in my most comfortable chair and was ready for a long conversation.
She plunked in a chair and began to sob.
She caught herself, and slumped into a chair, clutching her gown to her ample chest.
"Please don't tell me it's the same area where the attempted abduction took place," I said as I rolled back in my desk chair.
She took Molly's hand and led her to a corner chair.
I rocked back in my chair, feeling a strange relief but unable to fathom the source.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
I picked up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen before sinking into my easy chair in the living room.
He sat behind his desk and motioned me to a side chair.
He waved me to a side chair, closed the door and plopped down in his desk chair.
She cried again, snuffling and wiping at her nose before she pushed herself off the chair.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
He took her arms and sat her in a chair, handed her a fistful of tissues, and knelt.
"I don't know," he said at last and flung himself into a chair, planting his hands against his forehead.
She found a chair jammed against the wall and stepped on it to see the crowd.
She pulled up a chair across from him and straddled it, her direct gaze settling on him.
She leaned over the chair and kissed him, a long, slow kiss.
Bianca's new world was tiny and white, the porcelain toilet the only chair and the tub the only place long enough for her to lie down.
He set them down on the chair near the desk.
He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.
She pulled up a chair, her movement giving him a peek of the swells of her breasts as she bent.
He sat like he owned the pub, leaning back in the chair in a display of relaxed power.
He sat in the chair in front of the vamp he'd fixated on.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
She sent a chair sailing across the room.
He sat beside her bed, his large body awkward in the small chair.
Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
He leaned back in a chair across from her with muscular, feline grace, managing to appear both at ease and ready to pounce.
The door closed behind her, and he pointed to a chair.
She stayed the urge to curl up in her chair, jumping when a shadow with lopsided shoulders emerged from the corner dressed like an executioner in black hood and gloves.
She dropped into her chair, shaking.
She collected what she could find and perched in a chair, reading until sundown, when the hunger pangs hit her again.
"You know, the French are the kings and queens of love," he said and sat in his chair by the door.
She picked up the box to toss it on the chair when something slid out.
Rainy paced, flung himself into a chair, paced again.
She cringed away from him as her knees hit a chair.
She curled up in a chair, afraid to move too quickly under the tense Guardian's gaze.
She jumped, watching as he folded himself into the small chair across from her.
He pulled up the other chair and sat across from her.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
They ignored her, and she rested her head on the back of the chair, their low talk and the warmth of the fire lulling her into another trance.
Aggravated by her second display of defiance in one night, he crossed to her and planted his hands on either side of her chair, demanding her attention.
Her two-toned eyes were still, her head resting on the back of the chair as she looked up at him.
"Nope," he said from his position on a chair inside the door.
Its breathing was labored, and it sighed when they reached its chair.
He tossed his shirt on the chair behind her.
He tossed the hourglass onto a chair.
He tugged her out from behind the chair then turned her gently.
She sat down and pulled her knees into the chair.
She rested her head against the back of the chair.
"I tried not to love her," Cynthia said sadly as she plopped down in a kitchen chair.
"The whole day has been a disaster," Dean said as he settled into an easy chair in his bedroom, a shopping bag in his lap.
When the show was over, Dean carefully laid out his new slacks over the back of his chair and reluctantly went to shower—and shave.
Fred O'Connor plodded down the stairs carrying a wrapped present and set it by her chair.
He sat there, not in a uniform, but in shirt and tie, with a suit jacket slung over the chair.
He plunked down on a chair, reached up and took her hand.
Joseph rose from his chair, pointing an accusing finger.
"You haven't seen Ginger, have you?" he asked as he sat in a chair next to the chaise and eyed Dean's last ale.
The cat declined a lap-offer in favor of the purple rocker, Martha's chair, as if to question the whereabouts of her missing friend.
Pumpkin nearly fell off his chair.
You'll survive, Brandon said as he took over Mrs. Lincoln's chair.
Fred plunked down in a side chair and began sorting through his notes like a professor beginning a lecture.
She shrugged as she plopped back into her chair, wincing.
He pulled up a chair with a hook of his foot and joined them.
He took the chair across the room.
"I don't trust anything that has the name Fitzgerald attached to it," she said as she pulled up a chair.
She pulled up a chair and the Deans took seats across from her.
Cynthia plopped down in her chair and waved away the trail of smoke.
"Got more important responsibilities now," he said as he offered Melissa a chair and a breakfast roll.
Deidre crossed her arms as she went to the other chair before the hearth.
Alex replaced the receiver and leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his face as if to remove the conversation.
"Smells good," he said, pulling a chair out and dropping into it.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
Carmen slept fitfully in a chair in the waiting room all night.
She slid back into her chair and watched his still face.
Scooting the chair closer to him, she began to read.
Carmen dropped into a chair and leaned her elbow on the table.
After he had been gone for a few minutes, Carmen dragged a chair up close to Alex.
His sultry gaze followed her to the chair.
She pulled up a chair and sat beside him, resting chin in palms.
Destiny was in her high chair playing with fruit colored cereal.
Alex plucked her from the high chair and walked out of the room with her.
Carmen grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, reading as he typed.
Leaning back in the chair and lacing fingers behind his neck, that bland gaze roved over her face again.
Alex was sitting in his chair and they were alone at the moment, so it was a good time to approach him.
He leaned forward in the chair.
Alex sat down in his chair.
Alex twisted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to push back the emotions that memory invoked.
Ignoring the acid tone, Gabriel sat in the chair a few feet from him.
He rose as she approached and kissed her cheek before pulling out the chair for her.
She pushed herself down in her seat until her head rested on the back of the chair.
Wynn motioned to the chair across from him.
Her jacket was draped over a chair across the room.
She unfolded her legs and sat on the edge of the chair.
She folded her legs beneath her once more on the chair.
She sat in a chair by the black hearth.
"Don't be hard on yourself," he chided, pulling a rolling chair up to the exam table.
Toby hopped up from his chair and waved to the nurse.
She slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, eyes blurring as she struggled to make out the forms.
She sagged into the depths of her chair.
"Of course it is," he said, twisting in the chair to face him.
The scientist, whose name was Ully, replaced the vial and leaned back in his chair.
She stared at him, backing out of his reach until the back of her knees hit a chair and she dropped into it.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
He snatched her neck and rose, jerking her off the chair.
"Time for our periodic chat, little brother," he said, and motioned to the other chair before the hearth.
He eased into the chair across from her and poured them both tea as she dialed.
Gabriel waited until he was gone before pulling a chair to the side of the bed.
Rhyn patted the chair beside him.
Katie snagged the perfume off the table as the two brothers neared and eased off the chair, placing it between her and them.
Katie eased off the chair and reached into her pocket for the perfume.
Important distinction, Rhyn replied and pulled out a chair from the table on which the candle was placed.
He straddled the chair and rested his forearms on its back.
Kris pushed him aside to offer her a chair.
Kiera took her usual chair, and Romas ruffled her hair as he passed her.
"Tell her what kind," Evelyn urged, squirming in her chair.
She relaxed into the comfortable black desk chair in front of her computer, wondering if Romas had told Evelyn of the half a dozen kids he expected.
Comfortable in the plush office chair, she propped her feet up on her desk and continued to sketch until the picture began to look as she wanted it to.
Evelyn slid into the chair beside her.
"Neat little things," Evelyn said with some excitement as she placed hers on the chair's slender arm.
She shifted in her chair.
"What has my sister done?" he asked, making himself comfortable in his chair.
A'Ran said nothing, though he clenched the arms of his chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
It was the sound of something falling, a chair perhaps, that startled him in his winter sleep.
The pale glow of the moon shone through the uncurtained window, casting an elongated shadow from the overturned chair.
He could picture her, holding the hem of her gown, climbing onto the chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death took her hand and led her to its darkness.
Donnie viewed the encounter with mild curiosity while Gladys remained in her chair, pudgy legs elevated, looking totally petrified.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
The room contained a single bed, small dresser and chair.
The winter season precluded the front porch rocking chair conferences of last summer and since the past autumn the group's confabs had been replaced with side-of-the-bed meetings in the Deans' quarters.
But Dean stood too close to the back of her chair for her to move.
The two men first boarded chair lift number ten and ten and a half minutes later were eighteen hundred feet higher than Fred and Donnie, at nearly eleven thousand feet elevation.
"Naw," Fred answered, slumping down in a chair.
She rose from her chair, just as Fred entered the room.
"You didn't have to wait up," Dean said, as he slumped into a corner chair.
She let herself be led to a corner chair.
Fred examined the picture as Dean slumped back in his chair.
It hangs there, waiting for me to step upon this velvet chair where I sit, tie its far descending end to my neck, and step from this world, freeing it from the guilt and troubles Annie Quincy has caused.
The big man pulled up a chair next to Dean.
"Vote for David Dean, ace detective," Weller said with a grin as he pulled himself from the chair.
Stopping her seemed not to enter Dean's mind as she placed a chair in the middle of the room, looking up to make sure it was directly beneath the hanging brass fixture.
He could picture her climbing onto the velvet chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death set her free.
She was wedged into a corner chair with one hand in a bag of cookies while the other took notes.
So she—" Gladys read from her notes, "...stepped up on the velvet chair, tightens the silken cord about her neck, and closed her eyes...."
As sure as if I tied that cord around her neck and kicked out the chair.
If she had just kicked away the chair, we all would have made it to her room in time to save her.
Fred added, Then Shipton had to set the whole scene up before he knocked over the chair.
He swept his hand to motion her through the doorway, then walked to the desk and the only chair in the room.
He pulled the chair out to offer her, and in doing so sent it airborne, into the opposite wall, where it splintered into pieces and cracked the plaster.
He glanced at the smashed chair.
Dropping him on the sofa, Jackson sat back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other knee at the ankle.
Jackson sat at the piano while Sarah found her usual chair, and grabbed a throw pillow to hug.
She led him to a chair, and then poured them both drinks.
Jackson sat in the chair by the window, taking in the landscape.
Sarah sat on the arm of the chair and hugged him.
He pulled a chair out and sent it flying across the room through a wall.
A chair sat in the middle of the living room with a 'Happy Birthday' balloon tied to it.
She straddled the chair as she belted out the last note.
They brought a wing chair from the living room into the studio, and Elisabeth positioned him sitting back with one ankle on the other knee, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
He rested his head on the back of the chair and let out a long sigh.
The waiter took their order and Miriam leaned back in her chair.
He quickly regretted sitting there rather than a chair.
He carried the sleeping wolf upstairs, placed her on the bed, and then pulled a chair up to wait.
Upon entering the music room, she grabbed her throw pillow, sat in her usual chair and cooed, "Pleeeeze do that one about the clouds, the one you always lock the door for?"
Sarah slumped deeper into her chair with her arms still folded.
Sarah sat up taller in her chair and tried to kick him.
In the middle, Elisabeth sat in a metal chair, barely conscious.
He removed his jacket, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of the visitor's chair.
Loosening his tie, he dropped into the leather office chair and picked up the envelope.
He leaned back in his chair, the letter forgotten as he studied the girl in the picture.
Retrieving the glass of grape sparkly, he picked up the picture and leaned back in the chair.
Alex pulled out a chair.
Carmen Pulock hunkered down into her heavy chore coat and scooted her chair closer to the potbellied stove.
Carmen dropped into a chair at the table.
She flounced into a chair, elbows on the table and chin in her hands.
She stood and scooted her chair up to the cabinets.
Carmen climbed off the chair and squirmed out of his lingering grip on her arm.
Alex dragged the chair to the table and held it for Carmen.
She left the bowl on the cabinet and settled into the chair, treating Alex to a wry smile.
He pushed Katie's chair forward and seated himself at the table.
At the table, he slung a long leg over a chair and dropped into it, kicking out the chair next to him for Carmen.
She sat down and pulled her chair up to the table, glancing to see how Bill would react.
Alex held a chair for Lori, and Josh glanced uncomfortably at Carmen, running a hand through unruly red hair as he spoke under his breath in a sarcastic tone.
Alex glanced at Josh as he lowered himself to the chair beside Lori.
Josh glanced up from his plate of sausage and eggs and reached over, pulling out a chair for her.
She dropped into the chair and scooted it forward.
Alex picked the coffeepot back up again and she realized he had intended to push her chair in for her.
He slammed his hands on the table and lurched from his chair.
He kicked his chair aside, his face growing red with anger.
She plopped down in the chair and pulled her socks off, holding her feet up to the stove.
She straightened in the chair, acutely aware that he was still watching her.
Carmen dropped into the chair beside the stove and pulled some heavy socks over her cold feet.
He spent last night in that chair.
He dropped into the chair and slung a long leg over the arm.
"I don't need a wheel chair," she grumbled.
"In the interest of safety," she answered dryly, "I think I'll take the wheel chair."
She gnawed on her lower lip and shifted in her chair.
"No," Josh answered, pointing to an empty chair beside Carmen.
Alex glanced around at the interested faces at the tables near them, and pulled out the chair.
He sat down beside Carmen and scooted his chair in.
Sliding an arm across the back of Carmen's chair, he leaned close, speaking softly in her ear.
After he left, Alex picked up the picture and sat down in the plush office chair for the last time.
She sat again in the uncomfortable chair that had become her alternate bed.
He lowered Dan into a chair outside the doctor's quarters and was about to sit for a breather when the general slapped him on the arm.
She all but dropped into the commo sector chair and issued mayday calls on the emergency net.
"We wanted to talk to you about the Peak," Dan started, pulling a chair near them.
She sucked in a breath and moved away, flinching as he pushed over the chair separating them.
Brady pulled a chair beside her.
Elise straddled a chair, and Lana sat across from her.
She looked at him hard for a moment before crossing the room to sit on the chair across from him.
He sat down in a chair, waiting.
There was an awkward pause, and he saw her reach for a chair with trembling hands.
The only difference was the boards hammered over each of the windows, and the weapons sitting beside Mrs. Watson's rocking chair and stacked on the couch.
The occupant of the large chair in the corner of the living room launched towards her in a flurry of brown and black fur.
Mrs. Watson only offered a small smile, shoved the robe at her, and resumed her seat on the rocking chair.
Tim drew a deep breath and sat in the chair beside hers.
Lana sat back in her chair, imagining a simpler life with her Guardian.
Mrs. Byrne sat on the sofa and Dean took the chair to her left.
He rose from the chair.
Hunter returned with the coffee while he was still talking and pulled over a chair with his toe.
When Byrne came, no one got out of his chair.
Polished shoes, with the socks still in them and a shirt, recovered from the beach, rested on a chair.
The area was nearly empty except for crying gulls, a man running with his dog, and an elderly lady propped up in a half chair reading.
Resigned to the inquisition, he settled down in his chair with two cans of beer and a piece of apple pie, devouring the pie with a combination of guilt and gusto.
Dean slumped down in his chair, his mind picturing a veiled fugitive, costumed as an old lady, slinking into a back pew.
The warmth of Collingswood and a soft chair won the argument.
Winston hooked a leg around a chair and sat.
Dean screamed after Vinnie, shrugging off Harrigan and slumping into his chair.
"Damn!" said the old man, sinking into his chair.
"That's the problem with you young people," Fred muttered, remaining in his chair and picking up his notebook.
Dean folded his own long pants over the back of a chair, careful not to lose his pocket change.
"You're not due until tomorrow," Dean said as Fred dropped his cardboard suitcase and plopped into his easy chair.
He bent down and kissed her on the forehead as he pulled up a chair to her desk.
Before Dean finished hanging up his coat, pouring a cup of over-brewed coffee and settling in his chair, Rita Angeltoni dropped a pile of telephone messages on his desk.
He rocked back in his chair, catching his breath and ignoring the smiles and snickers of the others in the room.
He took two aspirins and sank down in his easy chair.
He dragged over a chair with his foot.
After waving a greeting, he dropped his jacket on a chair and made a quick trip to the bathroom.
Winston, still smiling, pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards facing Dean.
He pushed back his chair, stood and glanced down at her, but no appropriate words came to mind.
"Be careful," Fred cautioned as he slipped into the vacated chair as Dean turned and left.
Instead, he pulled up a chair behind the door and waited.
She was sitting in a chair beside Katie, watching him with rapt attention.
Katie came in behind her and sat in a nearby chair.
Carmen squirmed in her chair.
Mums rocked in her chair and finished counting stitches before she responded.
"OK," Joan said, shifting in her chair as she read the tablet.
She groaned as she pushed her large frame from the chair.
She dropped down to the relative safety of a chair and smiled up at him sweetly.
He got the ice water and then sat down in his chair.
She sank into a chair at the table.
He pulled out a chair and straddled it, folding his arms across the back of it.
The idea of sitting her chair beside his brought warmth to her cheeks.
Leaning back in his chair, he watched her, his expression sober.
"Have a chair," she said, indicating a chair.
He leaned back in his chair and watched her, his eyes twinkling with humor.
She grasped his hand and came out of the chair with his assistance.
After he brought everything in, he sat quietly in his chair, reading a newspaper.
When it started to smell good, Alex abandoned his chair and came into the kitchen.
He pushed away from the counter and pulled a chair out at the table.
When she came into the kitchen with a basket of fresh eggs, he jumped up from his chair and turned red.
He winked at her and dropped into his chair.
Leaning back in his chair, he folded the newspaper methodically, still watching her.
He chuckled and leaned back into his chair without answering.
He sat down in his chair without assisting her and picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes.
Carmen poured his coffee and sat down in her chair.
His sober gaze ran over her face as he assisted her with her chair.
They ate in silence and when he finished, he leaned back in his chair sipping his coffee, staring at the table absently.
Alex leaned forward in his chair and slowly set the coffee mug on the table.
He pulled a chair out and sat down, lifting one foot across the other knee.
With a contented sigh, she sat down in the chair he held for her.
Alex put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, studying her.
Finally he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair, studying her.
When Alex came in for his breakfast, he dropped into his chair and took one long look at her.
He was in the living room when she arrived, sitting in his chair reading the newspaper.
She turned on the exhaust fan and grabbed a chair, climbing into it to get high enough to shut the alarm off.
Carmen dropped into a chair, tears welling up in her eyes.
He shut the door and shucked his coat, hanging it on the chair before turning to her with open arms.
He held her chair while she sat, and then slid it forward.
Then he turned to his chair.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
He leaned back in his chair and frowned at her.
It was her turn to squirm in her chair.
Finally he rose from his chair and brushed crumbs from his gray business suit.
He glanced at the dress and dropped into a chair at the table.
He shot out of the chair, clawing egg from his face as he lunged toward her.
What was he doing in the chair?
He jumped out of the chair and came to the side of her bed.
She turned her head to look at the chair, but Alex wasn't there.
He held the chair for her and then took a seat at the table.
He gazed up at her from his chair.
The chair makes you sad.
For a little while, she even forgot about the fear, but as they rose from the window seat, her gaze was drawn back to the chair.
When she finally found the courage to talk to Alex about the chair, she was surprised to find him unyielding in his decision to keep the chair.
Not while the situation with the chair was unresolved.
But he would be upset again if she said anything about the chair.
His logic was sound, but there was still the situation with the chair.
She had to face that chair — tonight.
She walked into the living room and stared at the chair.
With each step, the fear grew, until when she lowered herself into the chair, her heart was pounding in her ears.
She leaned back in the chair, surrounded by a mixture of emotions.
She rocked in the chair, consumed by grief and breath-robbing sobs.
Strong warm arms lifted her gently from the chair and she clung to Alex as he carried her to the window seat.
Alex and Carmen took a chair on either side of her and Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
He pulled his jacket and vest off and carefully laid them over the back of a chair.
He started to rise from his chair.
Alex sighed and sat down in the rocking chair.
Darian flipped a knife in the air then sat down on a chair in the corner.
"Come in, kiri," Damian said and rose, motioning to his chair.
She sat down on a wobbly chair and wiped her face.
"I got time," he said and sat down in a chair near the windows.
Jenn rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
He pulled a rocking chair from the corner to her bed and sat.