The smile returned to his lips.
She returned to her place at the table.
He nodded and returned his attention to the steep hill.
Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
Having returned to the watchman's hut, Petya found Denisov in the passage.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
When she returned, he was putting a CD into the player.
We always returned to the cottage with armfuls of laurel, goldenrod, ferns and gorgeous swamp-flowers such as grow only in the South.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
She returned his scowl with a little rancor.
Confidence returned with a warm rush.
These visits of Natasha's at night before the count returned from his club were one of the greatest pleasures of both mother, and daughter.
When she and Felipa returned to the room, the doctor was there.
When she returned, he was absorbed in the paper.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
The remaining vacation slipped by quickly and life returned to normal.
Feeling returned with a vengeance and her head pounded mercilessly.
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.
"My dear fellow, with our five hundred thousand troops it should be easy to have a good style," returned Count Rostopchin.
After he had returned, voices were heard outside the shed.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
His attention returned to Lisa.
Most things had returned to normal, but the trip to Texas had given Jonathan an idea.
She returned his stare.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.
He stood and returned the poker to its holder.
"But I am three times as rich as before," returned Pierre.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
When he continued to assess her, she boldly returned his appraisal.
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
"You are not what you say," returned Davout.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
"Of course it is," returned Dorothy promptly.
Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the glass bench was soon deep in slumberland.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
He signed the paper with a flourish and returned the pen to its elaborate bronze holder.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
"I'm not so sure of that," returned Dorothy.
Anatole returned smiling to the ladies.
A few minutes later the footman returned with Dessalles, who brought word from the princess that she would be very glad to see Pierre if he would excuse her want of ceremony and come upstairs to her apartment.
Having taken precautions against the general drunkenness to be expected on the morrow because it was a great saint's day, he returned to dinner, and without having time for a private talk with his wife sat down at the long table laid for twenty persons, at which the whole household had assembled.
That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
Giddon returned, his expression guarded.
Carmen had always looked forward to evening when Alex returned from work, but she was doubly relieved for the evening hours now.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
I have never met someone who returned from another country saying, Man, those guys are such jerks.
They would have some time to enjoy a late Christmas at home when they returned.
She slept so soundly that she didn't wake when Alex returned.
Alex was pacing the room when she returned.
Warmth returned to her cheeks.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
Her gaze returned to his face sharply.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
Tammy hurled herself across the room into his arms and started lavishing him with kisses and hugs that he returned with equal enthusiasm.
The questions plagued her until one evening when the black car returned.
Lisa returned her attention to the picture, her pulse quickening.
Both of them were surprised to see the blue truck parked in the yard when they returned.
More importantly, what would he say when she returned?
Yancey finally returned his attention to Lisa.
By the time he returned, she was waiting at her car.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
He simply went into town one day and never returned.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
Over the next couple of weeks, Cynthia made a few visits to town, once taking in a movie before she returned.
She was setting the last bowl on the table when he returned.
She whispered softly as she slipped her arms around his neck and returned his passionate kiss.
Things returned to normal - almost.
Tonight she would have to call her - after she and Cade returned from their ride.
Color returned to his cheeks.
Betsy was awake when I returned.
Martha was already on the stairs when I returned to the room.
We shook ourselves dry on the porch and returned to the warmth of the cabin.
All such concerns flew away likes ducks going south when he returned to the room.
He adjusted his glasses and returned to his fishing journal.
"It's too bad it didn't keep going," Betsy said as Martha returned.
I found his lodging, returned to our room and caught up with Betsy as I was opening the door.
Now at least Betsy and I had time together before I returned to New York Sunday afternoon.
We were all fidgety and talked out by the time we returned to Peabody.
Quinn returned with a tray, glasses, beer and a bottle of wine, looking somewhat apologetic.
It was a hang-up but when she returned moments later, she heard a car leaving the alley behind her house.
Betsy raced up to the bedroom and returned with her lap top computer.
She returned and turned to me.
He had already returned by the time Martha called a national tip line.
Betsy was awake when I returned home and wanted to know what delayed me.
She was still in tears when she returned.
Then I lost a grandson and thanks to a miracle, he was returned to me, unharmed.
To ask Brennan directly might lead to us so I made up a story we were checking old cases to see if someone released from prison might have returned to this type of crime.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
Howie returned after the allotted hour tour.
The rest of us waited in nervous anticipation for her Friday arrival, not knowing if we'd even see her when she returned.
When the troops finally returned, a pall of disappointment hung over them like a shroud.
When I returned the four were waiting.
My careful cross-referencing noted the same name listed as a wealthy grandfather of a kidnapped child who was returned after a strange tip was received.
It was summer, a wonderful time of year in New Hampshire and on Friday, three weeks after her first visit, Julie returned to Keene.
It was after midnight by the time I returned home.
I was stewing over my third cup of coffee when my wife returned, with Julie and Molly in tow.
Betsy returned, holding Molly's hand, sans Julie who was back at Howie's house packing her suitcase.
After homemade chicken soup and a grilled cheese sandwiches we returned to the office.
When I returned Molly was off to bed.
She returned in an instant, glass in hand.
When I returned to my office, Betsy met me, a frown on her face.
Martha returned with a pile of diapers in hand.
When I dialed, it went to voice mail, but he returned my call in a matter of minutes.
While Molly looked troubled when she returned, Bumpus was just the opposite, hopping around like he'd just retrieved a ball and would win a reward.
I found some and returned to the bedroom closet.
He hasn't returned my call.
I'm sure that's why he returned east.
She was a sweet girl and I'd truly miss her when she returned to her mother, and presumably her stepfather.
I'd planned to wait until Betsy and Molly returned from walking Bumpus but I decided if I had to drive back into downtown Keene, I might as well swing by Wheelock Park Campground as it was on the way, at least sort-of.
When he returned he remained standing.
After somewhat blackened hot dogs and some canned beans simmered nearby, we returned to the house and left the backyard to the emerging mosquitos.
Molly looked close to tears when she returned and handed me the instrument.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
After the service and obligatory greetings, hand shakings and pats-on-the-back, Willard and I returned to his office.
I'd feel much better if he returned with us but if he insists on staying, it's his choice.
He failed to acknowledge my departure as I returned to our room.
I returned his call.
He turned and returned to the hospital, as if glad to be rid of me.
After he returned my phone, he wrote down all our names and pertinent information.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
A patrol car returned him to duty.
He returned to motel in mid-evening, in a car lent to him by the accommodating authorities.
After an hour-long attempt to expel his wired energy, he returned to his room to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
"Shall I make a list?" he returned.
Her gaze returned to the door and lingered.
He returned from the kitchen with tray holding a glass of orange juice, a plate with what looked like homemade granola bars, and a small bowl of sliced apples.
He set it down on the coffee table and returned to the computer.
They stepped into the hallway, and Dusty's gaze returned to Jonny.
She wiped her face and returned to her side.
"Iggy's running it to the lab," Toni said as he returned.
She put a heaping plate in the oven and returned to the living room with cookies and milk for Darian.
He returned after a few minutes and sat across from her.
Jenn returned after a few minutes, her gaze softening.
Conflicted, she returned to the kitchen to find Jonny seated on a stool near a counter.
"Not now, Jenn," he replied and returned to his target.
"I know what you meant," he said and returned to hacking at the dummy.
He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.
It wasn't quite morning when he returned her to the extra bed in Jonny's room.
He returned to the house to await Darian, not surprised to see Bianca's black and white cat darting down the stairs.
"Man or not, I still worry about you," she returned.
Dusty's eyes returned to the image of the country club.
The sense of peace and calm at his core returned as her energy flowed through him.
He returned the case and grabbed her again.
The sense of ill-boding returned.
Both their gazes returned to the two figures talking quietly in front of their father's grave.
If you succeed, you—and everyone else—will have their powers returned.
Sean returned to the bar.
The Other returned the hug briefly.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
"An Irish winter will," she returned.
She returned with it to the wine cellar and pushed the door open.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.
Yully returned to the car.
He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.
His dream, the one about the Original Vamp, hadn't returned.
She rolled her eyes at him and returned to the cauldron of soup on the stove.
He'd gone away for a few months and returned to an entirely new world.
She released the energies, and they returned to their sources.
Instead, the sense of a shared soul and magic returned.
An hour later, he returned to Yully's room empty-handed.
"I mourn the loss of what made him human," she returned.
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
"Stay safe," she said and returned to the compound.
Jenn returned to her room and flipped on the lights.
She returned and searched for her father.
Her father returned around noon, his agitation apparent the moment he stepped in the door.
Her father returned with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"I'll have them returned," Jonny said.
Jenn lowered her hands and strode to the small collection of her things: a towel for the gym, a bottle of water, and a backpack filled with the weapons Jonny had given her when they returned a couple hours ago from Ireland.
Jule led her away, and Bianca returned to the railing.
He returned a few minutes later and rustled her blanket, setting a cup beside her.
Damian returned his interest to the displays, and Han closed the door softly.
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 is for you," she said and returned to his master.
He remained in the same spot until she returned.
Damian glanced at the new text message from Han before his gaze returned to the small base camp tucked between two ridges in the Tucson Mountains.
A few minutes later, Jake returned with a jug of water, appearing less than excited.
Five minutes later, it returned, scorching her throat on the way out.
She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went.
A flash of darkness went through his gaze, and the same sense of hidden fury returned.
She tried to sift through her emotions before she returned to his door.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
Damian hadn't returned the night before after their last interaction.
She returned her gaze to the Pop-Tarts.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.
Nearly doubled over in pain, Sofia returned to her room.
She shuddered as the distant sensation of burning returned.
Her thoughts darkened and returned to Cody and Jake.
Dustin returned for her.
She shook her head and returned to the library.
Linda returned with two hotdogs and handed one to each of them.
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
She left them alone and returned to the group, deep in thought.
Their gazes lingered before they returned to their conversations.
He wondered why he was in the hallway at all and returned to his room.
His gaze returned to Sofia, and she crossed her arms under his scrutiny.
It was dark before they returned to the mansion.
Two returned to his corner.
His heavy words broke her heart, but she respected his request and returned to Damian's side.
His considering gaze returned to Darian.
His attention returned to Deidre.
She stopped in place as Fate's words returned her.
Her gaze returned to him.
Her mind returned now that her need was gone, and she opened her eyes.
"I was destined for this," she returned.
Deidre returned her attention to the girl.
Deidre left, troubled, as she returned to her room.
They returned to the seating area.
Deidre groaned as the hunger returned.
One of his hands brushed her hip then returned.
Fate's words returned to her.
Darkyn said nothing about leaving Hell after they returned from her apartment.
Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.
Darkyn's first few lessons returned to her.
The sixty days came and went but Janet never returned, leaving jail, a few more bad checks, and Colorado for parts unknown.
The Deans were devastated and knew when Fred O'Connor returned and learned the news, he too would be crushed that his young pal was leaving.
It was half an hour later when she returned, holding Martha's hand as they entered the room.
The Deans were on their way to their quarters in the rear of Bird Song when Fred O'Connor returned, fresh from an evening with Mrs. Worthington.
"I think that's sweet," Cynthia offered as she returned from the kitchen, with Maria trailing behind her.
The smile was not returned.
It was four o'clock and he'd just returned from Montrose to find Cynthia still damp from her shower.
Cynthia was still in the room when he returned, towel wrapped and shaking his wet head.
Fred O'Connor returned, a bag of treasures in his hand, just as the slide show broke up.
When he returned to the parlor, Cynthia had emerged from her quarters in time to catch a mini-rerun of Brandon Westlake's slide show—enough to be enthralled.
Pumpkin Green returned while Dean was killing the few minutes before he left.
As he was about to leave, Brandon Westlake returned with Cynthia and, being sympathetic to his labors, volunteered to ferry the returning swimmers back to Bird Song.
Dean, sensing she wished to be alone, returned to the living room.
The guests, apparently taking advantage of the improving weather, had not returned.
Just then Fred returned, a mile-wide smirk on his face, a ream of papers clutched in his hand.
Fred returned to the courthouse, museum, and library for further research.
When their breath returned to a more normal cadence and they were no longer perspiring, they rose to leave.
"Just poking around," Cynthia answered, trying a smile that wasn't returned.
Dean had blanked his campaign for sheriff from his mind, but now it returned with a headache fury.
He turned his back to Dawkins and returned to his cooking duties.
Paul sipped his drink and looked around as Dean returned to the chaise.
Both smile and nod were returned.
"What's in the trunks?" he asked when he returned between loads.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
"Now there's a way to lose a few pounds," Cynthia said, motioning outside toward the entrants as Dean returned to their table with a plate of seconds.
By the time the Deans returned, most of Bird Song's guests had scattered off to the continuing Fourth of July happenings.
Bird Song was empty when the Deans returned after retrieving the Jeep and making their way to the inn by back streets.
Bird Song was empty, or so they thought, when they returned.
But he just murmured an agreement as they returned to their room.
Fred O'Connor was in the living room, hosting three of the four Dawkins, with Ginger missing, when the Deans returned to their bed and breakfast.
His eye caught something off to the side, but it was quickly gone as the darkness returned.
He thought she was joking but when she returned with a full pint of vodka, he realized she was serious.
Dean returned to Bird Song mid-morning, showered, and walked the three blocks to Diversions, a combination used book store, coffee shop, and local gathering place, on Sixth Street, a half block from Main.
Roger rose and went to the front of Diversions and returned with one of Ouray's many history books.
While sleep was only partially suspended and Dean's fantasy returned, morning brought the news that the noise had been real—Pumpkin Green had left in the night, bumping his shopping cart down the stairs to a clandestine exit.
Mrs. Worthington and her carload of gambling grannies returned Sunday night.
Dean, who'd just returned from pressing election flesh, answered.
Dean had explained this to Cynthia when he returned Friday night.
When Fred returned later yet, Dean rose and told him the news.
When Dean returned to Bird Song, it was mid-morning, but if he expected a quiet empty building with the Dawkinses at the courthouse and the rest of the clientele enjoying the splendors of Ouray, he was wrong.
She was standing by the door but returned to her seat.
The black man, the passenger spotted in the stolen Buick, had been apprehended when he returned to the vehicle to retrieve his overnight satchel.
The fire returned to her eyes momentarily.
Fred returned part way through the recital, and after a greeting and a handshake, retired to the back room with Kathleen the jailer to fill out paper work for his release.
Something unspoken passed between them as Fred returned, his arm around his jailer's shoulders.
The real celebration of Fred's release from jail didn't begin until the pair returned to Bird Song where Cynthia had baked a fresh apple pie, complete with vanilla ice cream, tagged on to the end of a healthy lunch.
He soon returned to announce that he was unable to confirm Josh Mulligan's death via the Internet social security death records.
Fred returned early and was informed of the new developments.
Brandon Westlake, the only other guest of long standing, was off on an early morning photo shoot but an unexpected prodigal returned to Bird Song just as the second batch of cinnamon rolls rolled out of the oven.
They figured he'd left to go fishing by himself just after we returned to Kansas.
Before Dean could contact Lydia to offer his congratulations, she visited Bird Song the day after Cynthia returned.
The two women were talking in the kitchen when Dean returned from an errand.
She'd learn when she returned to a world she no longer controlled.
Deidre returned her attention to the death-dealer, who looked confused.
She finished everything and returned to her bedroom, going through the rest of human-Deidre's morning routine.
With some dread, he returned to Deidre's apartment.
It sounded far too good to be true, especially since Darkyn knew who she was and what he might extort out of Gabriel to have his mate returned.
Gabriel summoned a portal and returned to Deidre's room.
Gabriel returned to the study of the Immortals stronghold.
"You don't have to win me," she returned.
He returned to Andre.
Reluctantly, her thoughts returned to the human she'd left in Hell.
She turned to leave, suspecting she didn't have much time before Cora returned and raised the alarm about her being gone.
She returned her head to his chest.
How is a sociopathic deity better at ruling the underworld than a compassionate human? he returned with no heat.
He opened a portal and returned to the beach where they met.
His thoughts returned to the deal the two Deidres made.
Deidre's words returned to him.
Alex glanced at Jonathan pointedly before his attention returned to Carmen.
Long after they returned home and changed clothes, it stayed on her mind.
A few minutes later he returned.
Spooning eggs into a plate for Jonathan and a bowl for Destiny, she returned the pan to the stovetop.
He glanced at his watch and returned his attention to the mare.
She was gone for only a few minutes and then returned.
Carmen's attention returned to Lori as she spoke.
It quickly returned to hers and then he smiled.
While their relationship was strained, his relationship with Jonathan and Destiny had returned to normal.
When she returned, he was gone.
The meeting only lasted an hour, and when she returned, Destiny was taking a nap.
After lunch he disappeared for a while and when he finally returned, he signed that they were all going to take a ride in the buggy.
Obediently she returned to his side.
Confidence returned to Alex with his voice and the nightmares stopped.
Memory returned when she was dusting in the living room.
The façade returned, and he moved towards the door.
Just like every other soul collector Gabriel sent out the past week, Harmony had gone on a mission and returned empty-handed.
The images returned to the pages.
Puzzled, restless, he returned and crouched beside Logan Myers.
She returned her gaze to the sky at the awkward silence that fell.
The sense he wasn't wholly of this world returned.
He returned to his underworld, reading the information on the iPad as he walked.
"I didn't understand any of that," Logan said but returned her hug.
"Why would I be?" he returned.
He returned to the Sanctuary, to the Oracle, who was busy scribbling.
Maybe, if she returned to her apartment, she'd find everything was back to normal.
She left the dining area and returned to her room.
They returned to the beach house.
Ever the gentleman, Wynn cleared the table and returned with two drinks: warm, spiced wine.
Frustrated with herself for assuming the worst about her remaining friend, she returned to the veranda.
The sense of being in the Twilight Zone returned.
She released Deidre and returned to her seat, face glowing.
A familiar sense returned, the one that made Deidre think Wynn wasn't a normal human.
"I guess we're both lucky I'll be dead soon," she returned.
"Does it matter?" he returned, irritated.
Gabriel returned to the lake.
Her mood improved, Deidre returned to her penthouse with newfound resolve to enjoy the last few months of her life.
She turned to the wine chiller and pulled out the bottle she opened when she returned home from the street fair.
Deidre returned to the kitchen and placed her wineglass in the sink.
"Depends. Are we talking a five percent chance of success or a ninety nine?" she returned.
Wynn released her shoulders and returned to his side of the kitchen.
Something Darkyn told her returned to the forefront of her thoughts.
Gabriel returned her intent gaze.
"Gabriel will love me as he did you," past-Death returned.
He didn't mistake his returned powers for a free favor.
The light returned to her eyes, and she bit her tongue to keep from griping.
When she felt ready to snap, the black lady returned with the little boy in tow.
She returned to the desk and scoured the paperwork for some sort of identifying information on the place she'd been or the company that developed the forms.
He looked away finally and returned to his desk.
He dropped a leather jumper similar to his on her lap and then returned to his cutting.
"Never really been a fan of being eaten alive," she returned.
She returned to her bunk and lay down, cold fear filling her.
The robed man returned and spoke in the harsh tongue.
The sun crossed the sky, and an hour before it would set, he returned.
She lay down on her back to watch the sun set and didn't move until he returned early the next morning to toss stinky fish beside her.
Grateful to him, she was likewise anxious to leave the island before the beast returned and flew off the handle.
Katie returned, tossing the sleeping bag and a small shaving bag filled with basics on one bunk.
She returned to the room, where the two Germen women still sat and talked while cleaning their camping gear.
At their silence, her gaze returned to them.
She paid the cashier with the remainder of her Euros and returned for a hot shower.
Her throat felt raw again, and the scent of her blood returned.
"What do you mean I can't keep her?" he returned, facing his brother.
Nothing had blown up or gone wrong since he'd returned from Hell.
The second woman with the flushed face returned with a plate heaped with half a cooked chicken smelling of garlic and spices, rice, and fried plantains.
As if on cue, the flushed cook returned for her plate, and Daniela ordered the brandy and two glasses.
"I don't get this whole free will thing," Katie complained when the cook returned.
"There's gotta be more!" she returned.
"You mean he was worse than this before?" she returned, surprised.
She pulled her arm away and returned to the Sanctuary.
"And how can one puny little human save humanity?" she returned.
He returned her gaze, steadying her with a possessive hand on her hip.
He returned and set it before her.
She just returned from a trip to Ireland, where she got her tribal tattoo.
Hannah returned a short time later, the only thing that interrupted Giovanni's ramblings.
His eyes returned to the demon.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
The sense of loss from her dream returned, and she was embarrassed to feel her throat tightening.
The sense of loss returned.
Darkyn, the most powerful of all demons, wouldn.t have returned from the pits of Hell, where the Dark One banished him to lead the army to the Immortals. front door and wipe out the Council.
"Do you think Toby is okay to move?" she asked, afraid to be there when Kris returned.
She returned to her chamber, where Lankha still worked his magic on an unconscious Toby under Ully.s watchful gaze.
He returned to the castle, stopping at the sound of commotion from the direction of the forest before he reached the entrance.
The demons are planning something, Kris, and hoping someone comes to your rescue is stupid, he returned.
Limping, Jade returned to the site where he.d killed Sasha.
Katie stood in the back doorway to the castle, hoping Rhyn returned soon.
Everything that.s gone wrong has been because of you! he returned.
Her nightmares returned and for a moment, she wondered if this was one of them.
By the time she returned to the large row house, she was looking forward to an addition to their home who may not fear killing spiders and other bugs.
The Planetary Council, his second-in-command, even his sister, had paraded women through his home every time he returned from a battle.
Soon after confirming she was asleep, the two large men who had emptied the house of boxes returned for her.
When he disappeared around the corner, she returned to her thoughts and following the lights.
He nodded and returned to the tent.
Of all the things to think about, she couldn't get the prisoner out of her thoughts, even when Evelyn returned with sweet bread she normally would've pounced on.
Ne'Rin returned his sword to a rack containing half a dozen similar swords in plain grey and approached Kiera.
When neither responded, she returned to a safe subject.
Offended once again, she said nothing as he rose and returned the translator to Talal.
After exploring the halls and grounds for an hour or two, she returned to the main atrium, where she heard one of the sisters call her name.
"She is a perfect nishani," she returned.
Nishani glanced in the direction he indicated and returned a wary gaze to him.
By the time she returned to the starting position, she was sweating and breathing hard.
It couldn't be coincidence that he returned and they appeared!
She returned to her room, eager to spend the day drawing.
Kiera watched him lean both weapons against the side of the dwelling before he returned.
When she returned to the starting position, her arms were shaking and her legs burning.
A'Ran responded by tipping his chin, and Jetr's attention returned to Opal, who had been speaking too long already.
He disabled the real-time mechanism, engaged the training program, and returned to the point where battle had been when nishani last adjusted the strategy.
He returned to the console and turned it off.
He returned the bow.
Suddenly feeling alone and vulnerable in the wide hallway, she returned to her room and locked the door.
A'Ran returned to his battle loss assessments.
Talal's assessment of there being something wrong returned to her.
"Are we doing training forms?" she asked as he returned his dark stare to her.
Mansr's words returned to him, those that wanted him to be something other than a warrior.
Mansr's words returned to him.
Mansr returned and motioned for her to follow him.
Only when the pain in her body returned did she lean back for a break with a grimace.
It grew to her height as she watched and then bloomed into an orange-pink flower the size of her head, shriveled and died, and returned.
She said nothing to him but returned to her small room and closed the door.
"I don't know how you can say that," she returned, "when one means your people will be destroyed!"
A'Ran returned his attention to the battles twirling before him on the planner.
Her things and most of the furniture had been returned with her to the row house.
Today, she returned to the drawing she started long ago on the portrait she had intended to give Evelyn for her wedding.
She returned to the row house just as the sun began to burn off the mist and the blue sky appeared in the distance.
An odd scratching sound came from the kitchen, like Evelyn's cat scratching at the door after it returned from its morning prowl.
When she found none, she returned to the living room, where the rest of the boxes has been deposited, and searched them.
She found no more and returned to the kitchen.
Her gaze returned to the painting of A'Ran.
She returned to this thought often as they traveled for two days.
He squeezed her arm and returned to the room.
Evelyn returned for me a few days ago.
Just as Donnie was limply shaking Dean's hand, Cynthia returned, smiled at the boy, and offered her hand as well.
Fred was absent when they arrived home, but returned just as Cynthia was cutting a warmed apple pie for a late afternoon snack.
She was an author, she explained with a puff of her ample bosom, and had just returned from Roswell, New Mexico, Mecca of the strange and alien.
When Dean returned after confirming a reservation from yet another ice climber, she sat huddled in the corner of the sofa.
Fred left the room and returned with a pencil and pad.
It looks lovely on you, Cynthia said as she returned to the sofa.
Dean's snuggled slumber drifted to wakefulness sometime in the heart of the wee hours when a metallic sound of ringing returned him to the world of the living.
Dean returned to Bird Song and brought Cynthia up to date on his conversation with Sheriff Weller over a quiet lunch of soup and grilled cheese.
While there remained much of the afternoon, the shortened days of winter dipped the sun below the towering mountains as the tired couple finished the loop, returned to their jeep and left for home.
When the Deans returned to Bird Song, the place was quiet.
"No one invited him in the first place," Dean grumbled, just as Mrs. Lincoln, the successful but bewildered hunter, returned for a second round.
Donnie's mother Edith still hadn't returned and the boy was beginning to look worried, glancing frequently toward the door.
Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.
After a few moments of mutual silence, both men rose and returned to their rooms.
Donald Ryland returned with his son.
The boots were a little tight and his legs weren't exactly locked together, but the old exhilaration of gliding over the snow returned immediately.
Cynthia crossed to the desk and returned with a hand full of cards and envelopes.
Effie and Claire returned, followed in by Martha and Donnie, who had been playing outside.
Fred returned just as they were clearing the dishes, wearing a perplexed look on his face.
When they returned later, Donald Ryland was with them, chatting amicably with both of them.
Cynthia rose, and after a whispered conversation, Gladys left and Cynthia returned, a smile on her face.
Fred left with a wave and Cynthia returned to Annie Quincy's notebook.
Dean crept down the hall and returned to his own bed, and, after a long time, finally slept.
He returned to his earlier smile.
Cynthia asked as she returned to the counter and began chopping carrots with a large butcher knife.
She returned to her chopping.
But when she returned and he saw her concerned look, his mind went to real-time matters.
Dean returned to his gourmet preparations.
Dean wanted to question Edith further but she rose, with Effie following, her arm on Edith's elbow and the pair returned upstairs.
Foolish Edith, Dean thought as he returned to his room.
In spite of Cynthia's admonition he returned to the kitchen and cleaned the bacon grease from the floor, using half a roll of paper towels in completing the task.
By the time he finished, it was after eleven and Cynthia still hadn't returned.
Fred returned, was informed of the situation, and gave Cynthia a warm and silent hug.
"Toss in Fred, too," he said as the old man returned with a bottle and three glasses.
Dean returned to the job of moving the mounds of white.
The pair returned to the first floor where they located Janet O'Brien dusting the parlor.
Dean returned to his quarters without being seen and found Fred still at work on his notes.
She stood on the front porch, cigarette in hand, huddled in the corner so as not to be seen by Ryland when he returned Dean guessed.
When the two returned to Bird Song, Donnie met Martha at the stairs and tugged her up to his and Edith's second floor room.
Bird Song was as quiet as an empty church with none of the remaining guests in evidence, nor was there any sign the police had returned.
After trying Cynthia one more time, he gave up and returned to Bird Song.
Dean turned away and like a beaten boxer long after the bell had sounded, slowly returned to his room.
It was hunger that later returned Dean to reality.
Donald Ryland and Franny Mulligan were checking out this evening, as soon as he returned with Donnie, followed by the Quincy sisters scheduled departure in the morning.
He passed the recently restored Beaumont Hotel, a beautiful structure that after several decades of disuse and deterioration had finally been returned to its past glory.
Instead, he returned to Bird Song to once more try to contact his wife.
He'd just returned from visiting sun-tanned Miss Worthington.
The following weekend, two and a half weeks after Edith's death, Penny and Mick returned to bird Song for a couple of days of ice climbing, a further reminder of the ice park incident.
He returned to his partner, lifted the goblets from the tray, and approached the prisoners.
The ache returned to his jaw as he swallowed venom, and the fangs painfully emerged.
The burning in their throats returned as well as the pounding headaches, but they remained alive.
The manservant returned mid-morning with a letter.
Jackson returned to the drawing room to find Sarah exactly where he left her.
She returned the smile, yet still seemed unable to speak.
He returned a few hours later, made a drink, and went to the kitchen where Sarah had started making breakfast for Connor.
When she returned to the room she asked, "Do you think he really meant it?"
Sarah was waiting when he returned home.
Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.
He was admiring it when she returned.
Once dressed, he returned to the kitchen.
When he returned home he could not believe his eyes.
She was wiping the table when he returned.
When Sarah returned with the groceries, she found Jackson in the holding room making the bed.
When they returned, Elisabeth said, It's such a beautiful day.
When Sarah returned, cases of liquor were stacked by the door.
When Sarah returned to Jackson's room he still sat at the window.
When Jackson returned home, Sarah and Connor were sitting down for dinner.
She returned to her friends who were waiting for a full report, anxious and hopeful.
They had been at it for a few hours when Connor and Sarah returned home.
She went to a cabinet and returned with a metal tray and a knife.
She returned with a bottle and a glass.
They were still in bed when Sarah and Connor returned.
He returned her gaze, hoping she would back off, but she continued to blatantly stare, then finally dropped the mask.
She then turned and sauntered towards Victor, not a hint of fear in her carriage "Hello, Victor" His greeting was returned with a hiss, "Elisabeth!"
Sarah and Connor returned after about an hour.
Sarah was sitting in the drawing room waiting when they returned.
When they returned, they busied themselves cleaning up from the party.
When she returned, she cooked dinner for the three of them.
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