She climbed onto the vehicle and settled on the soft cushion.
He tossed the hourglass onto a chair.
He rolled onto his side.
The man in the executioner uniform dumped her onto a familiar surgical table in a room that stank of blood.
Then he pulled back out onto the road.
She rolled onto her side, body aching from exertion.
She lay back down, hoping they hadn't noticed, then rolled onto her other side.
Certainly he must be moved onto the bed; here it will be impossible...
He staggered to the sofa on which Pierre was sitting and dropped onto it, covering his face with his hand.
Betsy was seated at the table, forking sausage onto her plate and smothering pancakes in maple syrup.
Bianca took one cautious step onto the frozen waves.
With effort, she rolled him onto his back.
She dropped beside him and rolled him onto his back.
She collapsed onto her bed and sobbed, the man in the corner sobbing with her.
She gave him an agitated look and rolled onto her stomach, twisting her head away from him.
I restrung it onto one of my chains.
I should make too good a target for the French, besides I am afraid I should hardly be able to climb onto a horse.
"It's an awful time!" and dropping behind the carriage he stepped onto the pavement.
As if Matthew thought the encouragement was intended for him, he latched onto her breast, creating a suction that sent tiny bubbles down the feeding tube.
This time he followed the main road for a while before dipping off onto a well used trail.
Rachel maneuvered the turn onto the main highway.
The lackey tossed her onto a hard couch in the rear of the house opposite a closed patio door.
She rolled onto her back, unaware of how exposed she was.
She groaned and rolled onto her side.
Specifically, a virus or bug passed to a pig is considered a huge threat in the medical community, because pigs can pass their diseases onto humans.
She hadn't been able to log onto Dusty's computer, because he kept it locked out.
She dropped to her knees beside him and pushed him onto his back.
He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him.
He overpowered her easily and maneuvered her down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping her and tossing her onto the bed in one move.
Dolokhov, the bottle of rum still in his hand, jumped onto the window sill.
He recounted how Raevski had led his two sons onto the dam under terrific fire and had charged with them beside him.
When her toilet for the night was finished she sank gently onto the sheet spread over the hay on the side nearest the door.
From the time they turned onto the Kaluga road to the day their leader fled from the army, none of the movements of the crowd had any sense.
She took one step forward, then another, throwing herself onto the ground beside Sofi.
He rolled onto his side, watching her sleep.
As he spoke, memories streamed through his mind, memories of the universe before the Schism and afterwards, when he and a few others were cast alone onto earth.
Sofia tried to push him away as he lifted her onto the table.
She rolled onto her stomach, weeping.
Then he halted, ducked down and began to back up, so that he nearly fell with the buggy onto the others.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Once we get the problem off our "to-do list" and stick it onto the computer's, we largely will be done.
This will bring vast amounts of new wealth onto the planet.
"Wait a bit, here's a letter for you," said the old man suddenly, taking a letter addressed in a woman's hand from a bag hanging above the table, onto which he threw it.
"What a darling Uncle is!" said Natasha, when they had come out onto the highroad.
When they came out onto the beaten highroad--polished by sleigh runners and cut up by rough-shod hoofs, the marks of which were visible in the moonlight--the horses began to tug at the reins of their own accord and increased their pace.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.
Come along... said he, glancing wearily round, and he stepped onto the porch which creaked under his weight.
I'll go up onto the knoll if I may?
Pierre again went up onto the knoll where he had spent over an hour, and of that family circle which had received him as a member he did not find a single one.
"What could we fasten this onto?" asked the servants, trying to fix a trunk on the narrow footboard behind a carriage.
The footman sprang onto the box of the moving coach which jolted as it passed out of the yard onto the uneven roadway; the other vehicles jolted in their turn, and the procession of carriages moved up the street.
They all rushed forward to the bridge, onto it, and to the fords and the boats.
And rapidly opening the door he went resolutely out onto the balcony.
Coming out onto a field under the enemy's fire, this brave general went straight ahead, leading his men under fire, without considering in his agitation whether going into action now, with a single division, would be of any use or no.
He climbed onto the wagon and sat on its edge.
The warmth spilled onto her cheeks.
Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
He spooned mashed potatoes onto his plate with a vengeance and said nothing more the rest of the meal.
She climbed into her wagon and dropped onto the hard seat.
She slapped her hat back on to hide the color in her cheeks and scrambled onto her wagon seat.
We motored by moderately maintained modest houses and empty spaces before turning onto the main street.
More blood trickled onto her tile.
He tasted blood and spit it out, rolling onto his back with a belly laugh.
Too weak to push it off, he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him.
Panting, he rolled onto his back, unable to regain his balance while his body twitched from magic.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
Sofia dropped her backpack onto the kitchen counter, taking in the damage.
Nope. We were damaged goods when we were dropped onto this planet.
Jilian snatched her and slammed her onto the table, pinning her in place as he strapped her wrists and ankles in.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
His other hand snaked out and rolled her onto her side beside him.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
He sat on the bed beside her and pushed her onto her back.
She rolled onto her stomach away from him, blood flying with desire and heat.
Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.
Damian rolled onto his side and puked blood into the sand.
He drove her back onto the bed, pressed her down and rested on top of her.
Crowds of soldiers from the dam began running onto the frozen pond.
The nearest soldiers shrank back, the gun driver stopped his horse, but from behind still came the shouts: Onto the ice, why do you stop?
Still the cannon balls continued regularly to whistle and flop onto the ice and into the water and oftenest of all among the crowd that covered the dam, the pond, and the bank.
He threw the mixture onto the floor and asked for some more water.
When he had joined the Freemasons he had experienced the feeling of one who confidently steps onto the smooth surface of a bog.
Seeing that her mother was still praying she ran on tiptoe to the bed and, rapidly slipping one little foot against the other, pushed off her slippers and jumped onto the bed the countess had feared might become her grave.
As she looked and thought, the strangest fancies unexpectedly and disconnectedly passed through her mind: the idea occurred to her of jumping onto the edge of the box and singing the air the actress was singing, then she wished to touch with her fan an old gentleman sitting not far from her, then to lean over to Helene and tickle her.
The dinner was nearly over, and the Emperor, munching a biscuit, rose and went out onto the balcony.
She opened the door and stepped across the threshold and onto the cold, damp earthen floor of the passage.
Amid the scattered property and the crowd on the open space, she, in her rich satin cloak with a bright lilac shawl on her head, suggested a delicate exotic plant thrown out onto the snow.
The rustle of the battle of Tarutino frightened the beast, and it rushed forward onto the hunter's gun, reached him, turned back, and finally--like any wild beast--ran back along the most disadvantageous and dangerous path, where the old scent was familiar.
To get a better view, several officer prisoners climbed onto the wall of the half-burned house against which Pierre was leaning.
Again, as at the church in Khamovniki, a wave of general curiosity bore all the prisoners forward onto the road, and Pierre, thanks to his stature, saw over the heads of the others what so attracted their curiosity.
It was not till nearly evening that the officer commanding the escort collected his men and with shouts and quarrels forced his way in among the baggage trains, and the prisoners, hemmed in on all sides, emerged onto the Kaluga road.
Coming out onto the highroad the French fled with surprising energy and unheard-of rapidity toward the goal they had fixed on.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
Slipping onto their haunches and sliding, the horses descended with their riders into the ravine.
The Russian army, expecting Napoleon to take the road to the right beyond the Dnieper--which was the only reasonable thing for him to do-- themselves turned to the right and came out onto the highroad at Krasnoe.
You can order rodizio style, where skewers of everything are brought to the table and sliced onto your plate for as long as you wish, or a la carte.
Dinner begins with an appetizer buffet; it moves onto the ship where you may choose chicken, beef, shrimp or vegetables.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
He forced her onto the couch and straddled her.
Talon shoved her back onto the couch.
Darian rolled onto his side with a noisy sigh.
Bianca sank onto the couch, staring in disbelief.
Dizziness made him lose his regeneration powers.
It said then concentrated on holding onto the book.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
"What a fine fellow you are, friend!" said the Cossack to a convoy soldier with a wagon, who was pressing onto the infantrymen who were crowded together close to his wheels and his horses.
At last the baggage wagons had all crossed, the crush was less, and the last battalion came onto the bridge.
But what is best of all," he went on, his excitement subsiding under the delightful interest of his own story, "is that the sergeant in charge of the cannon which was to give the signal to fire the mines and blow up the bridge, this sergeant, seeing that the French troops were running onto the bridge, was about to fire, but Lannes stayed his hand.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
Dolokhov who was in the midst of the crowd forced his way to the edge of the dam, throwing two soldiers off their feet, and ran onto the slippery ice that covered the millpool.
The men looked at him and pressed to the bank, hesitating to step onto the ice.
Get onto the ice, over the ice!
One of the hindmost guns that was going onto the dam turned off onto the ice.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.