He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
She spoke her mind.
Pointing his fork at her plate, he spoke sternly.
He spoke to his horse.
Every one said I spoke very well and intelligibly.
"You'll have to hold on to me," he spoke gruffly over a shoulder.
I laughed when you spoke of old Neptune's wild moods.
Neither the boy nor the girl spoke again for some minutes.
She glanced up as she spoke, and his expression became wary.
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part.
Finally he spoke, his voice controlled.
Last evening I went out in the yard and spoke to the moon.
I didn't know he spoke French.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore.
He handed the glasses to the chief and spoke to him in their language.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
He continued to stare at Adrienne while he spoke to Brandon.
The princess as usual spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.
As Eisenhower's presidency neared an end, he spoke of war again, but less in terms of economic costs.
Honestly, if we all spoke the same language today, would you want to change that?
Mary studied her reflectively and finally spoke in a hushed tone, as if she didn't actually want to know the answer to her question.
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
"I hope you don't find all this too primitive," Cade spoke behind her.
"Maybe I was supposed to be with them," she thought, not realizing she spoke aloud.
My eyes fill with tears now as I think how my mother pressed me close to her, speechless and trembling with delight, taking in every syllable that I spoke, while little Mildred seized my free hand and kissed it and danced, and my father expressed his pride and affection in a big silence.
Some of my friends spoke as if I was coming to the woods on purpose to freeze myself.
Then the Princess spoke in a stern voice:
Alex spoke to her reflection in the mirror.
She spoke through chattering teeth.
Sometimes I saw him at his work in the woods, felling trees, and he would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction, and a salutation in Canadian French, though he spoke English as well.
He must have sensed the cause of her sudden withdrawal, and spoke gently.
They learned that Chilon was a very quiet man, that he never spoke about himself, and that he spent all his time in trying to make his country great and strong and happy.
No one spoke for a long time.
His gaze became wary and he spoke softly.
She spoke quickly, hoping that desire could be covered up by a professional front.
"Fritz," Bordeaux finally spoke in a soft voice.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
He lowered his voice and spoke tersely.
In Montana, where 10 percent of residents spoke German and another 10 percent were of German descent, ministers weren't allowed to preach in German to congregants who understood no English, and one town publicly burned German textbooks, the Bozeman Daily Chronicle reported.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
But Boris spoke distinctly, clearly, and dryly, looking straight into Pierre's eyes.
Berg always spoke quietly, politely, and with great precision.
When Jonathan spoke, the distraction was welcome.
Actions spoke louder than words.
She met his gaze and spoke earnestly.
The innkeeper spoke of the weather, of the roads, of the crops, of politics.
As he spoke he kept glancing with the flirtatiousness of a handsome youth at Sonya and the young lady visitor.
This young man, of whom I spoke to you last summer, is so noble-minded and full of that real youthfulness which one seldom finds nowadays among our old men of twenty and, particularly, he is so frank and has so much heart.
At dinner the prince usually spoke to the taciturn Michael Ivanovich more often than to anyone else.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
Felipa's voice spoke beside her.
A deep voice spoke from behind her.
The schoolmaster spoke angrily.
"I'll make you a deal," he spoke evenly, "you don't hit me and I won't hit you."
Of the behavior of the eldest princess and Prince Vasili she spoke disapprovingly, but in whispers and as a great secret.
Someone spoke her name in a soft and tender voice from the garden and kissed her head.
As he swung her around, he spoke into her ear.
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
When he finally spoke, his tone was terse.
Bordeaux paused beside Pete and spoke to him for a moment before he strolled over to join Cassie.
Imagine if today everyone spoke one language and I said that in the future we will speak hundreds of different languages and not be able to understand each other.
I also recited "Laus Deo," and as I spoke the concluding verses, he placed in my hands a statue of a slave from whose crouching figure the fetters were falling, even as they fell from Peter's limbs when the angel led him forth out of prison.
Marya Dmitrievna always spoke in Russian.
He spoke as if those bullets could not kill him, and his half-closed eyes gave still more persuasiveness to his words.
He spoke in French.
Finally he spoke again.
There was a period when intellectuals believed and spoke openly of the idea that the "breeding" of the "unfit" should be limited.
The man spoke up.
While he looked to be in his early thirties, he spoke like Jonny and Kyle.
I spoke to a few people.
As they started back down the hill, he finally spoke.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
"In the future," he spoke crisply, "I'd appreciate it if you consulted me before inviting guests into my home."
Prince Bagration and Tushin looked with equal intentness at Bolkonski, who spoke with suppressed agitation.
She spoke into the receiver.
"Know what, Adrienne?" he spoke softly between kisses.
"Nobody's going to throw either of you out," Rachel spoke from the door.
When he finally spoke, his voice was crisp.
Brandon leaned down and spoke to the woman behind the wheel.
Finally she spoke again.
She took a bite of her sandwich and glanced up when he finally spoke, his tone brusque.
As he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm.
His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.
Just as he spoke, the ant lost its footing and fell to the ground.
When she spoke, the sound came out her nose.
Finally she tossed her head and spoke flippantly.
When he finally lifted his head and spoke to Adrienne, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
He spoke so well that everybody was pleased.
I spoke up and said, "Oh, no, it is my story, and I have written it for Mr. Anagnos."
But they spoke many gracious words to me.
They were very kind; but I could not help feeling that they spoke more from a business than a humanitarian point of view.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously.
Helene spoke of him as "mon page" and treated him like a child.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
"You know that from the very day you first came to Otradnoe I have loved you," she cried, quite convinced that she spoke the truth.
He spoke without himself knowing whom to or what about.
They spoke little even to one another, and when they did it was of very unimportant matters.
Everyone spoke loudly of the field marshal's great weakness and failing health.
Raising a brow, Señor Medena spoke with exaggerated patience.
Alex stroked her hair and spoke to her softly, encouraging her to close her eyes and relax.
Connie hesitated, and then spoke excitedly.
It must have helped, at least to some degree, because when he spoke again outside her door, his voice was controlled.
He regarded her suspiciously and then spoke hesitantly.
His kind, honest eyes, with the tears rising in them when she herself had begun to cry as she spoke of her loss, did not leave her memory.
Alondra watched Carmen reflectively for a while and finally spoke.
After they put all the presents on a table, Felipa finally spoke.
Lowering it, he finally spoke.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
His solemn gaze searched hers for a moment before he spoke.
There was a long silence and then Señor Medena spoke.
Finally Alex kissed her neck and released her, stepping away as he spoke.
He nodded and looked at Destiny as he spoke.
Señor Medena kept watching him, and finally spoke.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he spoke.
Mr. and Mrs. Marsh stared at her for a moment and finally Mr. Marsh spoke.
She stared at Brandon a moment before she spoke.
He sobered and watched her intently as he spoke.
Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke.
He rolled a cigarette as he spoke.
From behind them a voice spoke.
"Well," he finally spoke.
Silence fell between them and then he finally spoke.
His mouth was grim when he spoke.
She waited for him to open the conversation, idly wondering if it would be ten before he spoke.
Finally he swallowed and spoke.
Mary contemplated her soberly for a few moments and then spoke gently.
And now it was gone, not even a trace lingering as he spoke.
Claudette spoke sarcastically from the kitchen doorway.
For a long time he simply stood there, and when he finally spoke, his voice was controlled.
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
Yet when he spoke, his voice was decisive.
"Darling," He spoke in a husky whisper.
Mary was silent again for a few moments and when she spoke it was in a controlled voice.
Cynthia wiped a tear off her cheek and when she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own.
Mary was silent a long time and then she finally spoke.
"Cindy," he spoke gently.
He spoke of having some sort of flashback.
Nobody spoke, either time?
We were clearing dishes, before he spoke.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
"I don't believe it," said Martha in a voice that spoke the opposite.
I first spoke to Martha, while not fully committed; I knew she was more sympathetic to Howie than her husband.
She looked at her husband, the most closed minded among us, when she spoke.
He bit his lip and spoke.
Martha and Betsy spoke frequently on the phone.
I calmed Martha down and both Betsy and I spoke to all three of them, one by one.
When I spoke to the now retired agent he was ecstatic.
On Saturday morning Howie spoke up as we gathered for coffee.
When I spoke with him later, he was pleased with his results.
You spoke with my boss?
Only a few flying saucer advocates spoke from the fringes with a positive slant.
While Daniel Brennan was aware of us as a group, he and I were the only ones that spoke directly.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
Only Howie spoke to me.
Quinn, who'd been silent during our exchange, spoke up, "Maybe Daniel Brennan can pull in some favors."
This time, I spoke up.
I spoke to her alone for twenty minutes.
Frank Vasapolli was not available so I spoke with Agnes Delanco.
Betsy spoke to Martha on the phone after dinner while Molly and I walked Bumpus.
When he spoke, he had encouraging news on another matter.
"Amen," he said, then added, "I spoke to Martha.
She spoke with total resignation, utter defeat as she looked up at me.
Julie called to talk to her daughter but after she spoke to Molly we talked.
I related that Jackson spoke to our California associate.
The two spoke for only a few minutes, in the privacy of the kitchen.
They both spoke as if what said was oft repeated.
While they didn't detail their crimes, both spoke of ruining their lives because of sins of the flesh.
I thought he was pondering what I said until he spoke up.
I saw him as I spoke.
A woman huddled over a screen spoke up.
Bianca held her breath and waited, able to feel the tension between them even with her eyes closed until he spoke again.
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
"If I didn't love you, you'd be dead, kiri," he spoke at long last, his low, even voice terrifying Bianca.
He wore headphones and spoke into a microphone, simultaneously responding to half a dozen chat windows open on this computer.
Even as she spoke, she saw pieces of his future blink in her thoughts.
Darian spoke in hoarse, sob-punctuated words.
The voice he'd dreaded hearing finally spoke.
Finally, it spoke to him.
Itching to relieve some of her own nervous energy after the run-in with the vamps, she'd reached the door when Jonny spoke again.
The massive vamp crossed his arms and drew closer as she spoke.
The two spoke for a few moments before Xander bowed his head and walked away.
He knelt beside Sean's body as he spoke.
He spoke the truth, just as her father lied to her.
Neither spoke, and the chauffeur took them north, instead of south towards home.
As he spoke, his fangs lengthened.
Neither spoke on their return trip to the bed and breakfast, and she went straight to her room.
I ran into someone I knew from college, Jake said and began to pace again, half-lost in his thoughts as he spoke.
Damian didn't trust the beings that saw all, knew all, and yet spoke in riddles—if they chose to speak at all.
Jake was so quiet, she thought he left until he spoke again.
He dialed and spoke in a different language to the man on the other end.
She tightened her grip on the wheel, assuming he spoke to Damian.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
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.
He pulled photos from the envelope as he spoke.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
No one spoke to her.
Pierre spoke from her doorway, framed against the light of the hall.
The men spoke among themselves, swapping war stories and discussing the Tucson Sector's influx of vamps.
It was the first time he'd understood the words she spoke to him.
Two swung his legs off the bed, holding his breath in case she spoke again.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the danger until it spoke.
His gaze swept over her in cold admiration as he spoke.
She spoke until she was hoarse.
She spoke until she drifted into an uncomfortable doze only to awake when he released her.
She replayed their first kiss, his ring, the way his men spoke of him.
As he spoke, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a whip-like, muscular upper body coated by a thin layer of tan skin.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
He shifted forward as he spoke and nudged her head aside with his.
He was too hard and cold to offer much in that way, but he spoke the truth softly and then kissed her hungrily.
Her throat tightened as she spoke.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
She blinked, not registering the deity was behind her until he spoke.
They both knew he spoke the truth—a steady salary would go a long way toward lessening their money problems.
Before old Pop Dawkins croaked, those guys hardly spoke to each other.
The telephone confab was between Rose and Cynthia and apparently the two spoke with like mind.
He turned and looked at Dean as he spoke.
Cynthia spoke in a whisper as she poked around.
When he spoke, it didn't sound as if either beer was his first.
"Then I spoke out of turn in front of our guests about the bones being real," she added.
"I'm in charge," she said, in a tone that spoke anything but what the words said.
Lydia spoke in a whisper.
I guess that's why she spoke up when Fitzgerald tried to frame me.
Maria, ever smiling, joined them at the table, looking from one to the other as they spoke, understanding little but enjoying their company and thrilled with their praise.
The Deans met Maria's betrothed, Emilio, who spoke halting English and was as polite as his fiancée.
The fat man spoke for the first time.
To Dean's way of thinking, it spoke of fear—as well as guilt.
He spoke in front of Maria's uncomprehending presence, although statements like "Martha, no" were readily understood.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
I spoke with some Denver friends.
Lydia spoke not another word, ignoring Dean in favor of her thoughts as she raced back to town.
He almost spoke, then stopped.
"Deidre," he spoke her name quietly.
She neared him as she spoke, pausing close enough that she had to crane her head back to meet his gaze.
Darkyn spoke as if he intended for her to remain that way, at least through the end of the deal.
As her excitement grew, she spoke faster.
His resolve lasted until she spoke, and he saw the truth of her words and the expression on her face.
The events he spoke of occurred just a few months before, when Darkyn was attacking the Immortals and before Rhyn took over the Council That Was Seven.
Gabriel was halfway to the lake when Darkyn spoke to him.
"Hello," Darkyn's mate spoke first in a hushed voice.
"I will, too," Deidre spoke up.
He pealed Destiny from his neck and handed her to Carmen, his voice softening as he spoke to Destiny.
There was something about him... the way he moved and even the way he spoke, soft and gentle with such a deep warm voice.
Yes, and then I spoke for you - again.
Maybe it would be best if Lori spoke to them about this only through an attorney.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
She was lifted to her feet and Bill spoke to her in a calm voice.
She kissed his palm and spoke to him softly.
Carmen's attention returned to Lori as she spoke.
His eyes certainly spoke a welcome.
Glancing up sharply, she studied his response as she spoke.
Shoving at her one more time he spoke loud and clear: "No!"
I know you thought I spoke, but I tried to speak this morning and I couldn't.
Isn't it possible that you were also dreaming, and you were the one who spoke?
She could feel his eyes boring into her as she spoke.
Finally Señor Medena spoke to Carmen.
After a pause, Gerald spoke again in a sarcastic tone.
Finally he hugged her and spoke softly into her ear.
Though not traditionally handsome, he moved and spoke with a diplomat's grace.
Deidre turned to see if there was someone behind her the stranger spoke to.
No one ever spoke to his predecessor that way.
She rolled onto her stomach to see who spoke.
He held her gaze as he spoke.
As she spoke, she pulled the iPad loose and handed it to Gabe.
After giving him a moment to examine it, Gabe spoke.
This order he spoke out loud.
She'd seen a handful of nuns yesterday, and only Daniela spoke to her.
Wynn always spoke differently, she reminded herself.
If he spoke with anger or frustration or anything other than the quiet, impassioned tone, she would've been able to handle the news better.
Each spoke to him as he swam, filling his head with visions as they told him their stories.
The air felt a little heavier around her as he spoke, compelling her attention to him.
His gaze was steady as he spoke.
He spoke the words in the cool, detached tone that she recognized from their interactions at the hospital.
He spoke with thoughtfulness.
He spoke in tear-filled gibberish she didn't understand, and she moved away to the door.
The confidence with which he spoke floored her.
He rarely spoke, and when he did, people rarely failed to take his words seriously.
As the oldest and most revered of the death dealers, only the damned millennial generation failed to flinch when he spoke.
Its voice was hoarse, and it spoke with a small lisp.
The robed man returned and spoke in the harsh tongue.
Even as Rhyn spoke, he was disturbed by the thought of the frazzled but sweet woman across the hall from him falling to his brother.
She hated how he spoke to her, like he knew exactly what to say to terrify her.
He spoke a smattering of words she didn't understand.
They spoke in German as they made their way down the narrow wooden stairwell to the packed bar.
Even when he spoke of replacing her with a nymph.
By the look on Ileana's face, Katie knew Rhyn spoke the truth.
Even as she spoke, her thoughts went to what Gabriel told her.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
She ignored the door opening until someone spoke to her.
Evaluating each other, the three creatures stood in tight silence before Rhyn spoke at last.
He spoke to her, and his cold presence was close.
He sensed the entrance of another before his companion spoke.
Death smiled, and when she spoke, he looked away.
She wanted to be offended by his comment but suspected he spoke the truth.
Megan spoke with a gentle British lilt, and her dark eyes took in everything as they walked.
The guy I spoke to said he beat the ever-living shit out of them all at once, until they agreed to come back and do what Kris says.
"This room has a lot of memories," she spoke at last and looked around.
Desolation absorbed her into her thoughts, until Jade spoke again.
Even as he spoke the words, he knew he'd never disregard his friend.
She didn.t notice Gabriel in the corner until he spoke.
The warriors never spoke or even gave her more than a passing glance.
Romas's brother spoke to the group.
The hunky stranger spoke to Romas's oldest brother.
Evelyn spoke to her, her words foreign.
The odd energy flowing between them held them both in silence for a long moment before he spoke.
She spoke to him for several moments before his eyes rose and lingered on Kiera.
She neared him as she spoke until she was toe-to-toe with the massive man and glaring up at him.
A'Ran didn't have to guess which her his uncle spoke of.
He spoke even less than normal.
He relented and spoke, his words garbled.
Romas said I was crazy with hormones, but I spoke to someone on the Council who thought it was a good idea.
Jetr listened and spoke, glancing over after a few minutes.
In the end, she spoke his name.
As she spoke, the words became easier.
When the quiet stretched uncomfortably long, she spoke again.
Mison and Romas spoke quietly while Jetr turned to her.
Neither spoke to her, only stood quietly while their warriors remained in the hallway behind them.
One of the warriors emerged, spoke to Romas, and retreated.
They had not seen her since their wedding but Cynthia spoke to her by telephone frequently and the two were as close as the distance allowed.
She twisted her now-empty left hand ring finger and spoke, in barely a whisper.
She spoke, venom in her voice.
Edith kept shaking her head 'no' as he spoke.
Cynthia spoke in a consoling tone as both women rose.
He turned his back to the stairs and spoke in almost a whisper.
Every time he spoke to this guy, he found himself on the defensive.
I don't mean to be disrespectful, ma'am, but when we spoke on the telephone, I offered you the letters and the clothing.
She smiled at the others as she spoke quietly to Cynthia.
I spoke with her on the phone around Christmas and mentioned I was coming to Ouray for some ice climbing.
I spoke to Mrs. Shipton about it.
As he spoke, the Quincy sisters entered the front door.
He spoke to the sheriff at home, but, as he suspected, Weller could do nothing without Edith's referral.
Neither spoke for more than an hour, until the ranch and stable were in sight and Dean's watch reminded them of reality.
Neither spoke until the lights of Montrose glowed through the snow.
From the very beginning there had been an intensity, a seriousness to the falling flakes that spoke of accumulations far in excess of anything the Deans had seen to date.
They spoke for a few moments and she promised to call again in the evening when, perhaps, she'd have more information.
He stared the others away while he spoke with her.
A myriad of emotions flooded over Dean as Corday spoke.
He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.
The police spoke to Fred next, while Dean strolled back toward his quarters, with Corday's question concerning his wife's return echoing in his mind.
I spoke with a nice lady at the new paper but she said all the old records were in some basement.
"I'm Annie," she spoke, her whore-voice quieter now.
It was Fitzgerald who spoke.
Dean spoke for the first time since the investigators arrived.
It was Jake Weller who spoke up.
Gladys Turnbull, almost forgotten in the corner, spoke up for the first time.
He looked at her as she spoke.
He finally spoke with him at the airport.
Able Whitehouse, the guy we spoke to back in Virginia gave us the clue, only we didn't realize it.
He surveyed the perfection of her bearing while she spoke.
While stroking her hair, he spoke softly, "My name is Jackson Parrish, and as God is my witness, I will do all in my power to correct this situation."
Jackson rose and spoke with authority.
The two men herded them to the cellar's exit as the leader spoke.
Without standing, the man spoke, pointing a long nailed finger.
Jackson spoke, relating all he deemed pertinent.
Connor spoke first, "Are you here to kill me?"
He put his arms around her, held her close and spoke into her hair.
Elisabeth spoke first, I am so sorry for all I have put you through.
Neither spoke on the way.
He pulled her close and spoke into her hair, You are denying me nothing.
Sam finally spoke, "Well that settles that."
She hugged him tightly and spoke into his chest.
I know I can't do anything to plead your case, but what if Samantha spoke to them and told them what happened here.
Yes, I already spoke with him about it.
Jackson spoke to the vocalist, then stood at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for Elisabeth to join him.
No one spoke on the way home; the only sound, weeping from the two women.
In his mind's eye, he had pictured her much older – probably because of the way Katie spoke of her.
They ate in silence for a while and finally Gerald spoke, his tone conversational.
Katie spoke in a low voice over Carmen's shoulder.
He laced fingers behind his head and stretched his back, glancing around at the herd as he spoke.
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.
"Easy, now," Alex spoke gently, and reached for the door handle.
"I won't forget it," he spoke softly against her neck, and then abruptly released her.
No, it was mere chance that he was looking at her while he spoke to Katie.
"You know," he spoke slowly.
He clamped one hand around her waist and slid her closer, leaning over her as he spoke.
The screen door squealed and slammed, and then Alex spoke.
She listened, unable to fathom the magnitude of chaos he spoke of.
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke in a softer tone.
As he spoke, he strode from the commo room to the ledge outside.
Lana reached Arnie and spoke to him too quietly to hear.
He turned away and spoke in his broken voice to the man called Dan.
General Greene spoke finally, his voice jarring her out of her thoughts.
She was twisting the edge of her shirt as she spoke.
The quick wrap is easier, he instructed, holding up each of the products as he spoke.
The way he kissed her and the way his gaze lingered on her every time they spoke was more than enough to convince her he was attracted to her.
The one in gray spoke.
After a brief hesitation, he spoke.
When Kelli said nothing, Lana spoke.
She rose slowly as she spoke.
Death shrugged with a knowing smile that told him more than if she spoke.
You're saying Death spoke to you?
"Andre. He's …" She turned as she spoke to see the figure had vanished.
Andre shook his head even before Gabriel spoke.
A peaceful quiet settled over them until she spoke again.
Rhyn trotted away from the beach as he spoke. Katie scrambled after him.
Gabriel was gone. No one followed him, let alone spoke to him. Rhyn looked around uneasily, wondering who – or what – he'd been speaking to. He started back to the spot where they'd stopped for water. A few minutes later, Gabriel reappeared.
Perhaps this had been the evil of which Death spoke.
He spoke to Harrigan, who was filling out a report on a daylight burglary.
The two detectives spoke with Leo the waiter, the night clerk and the maid.
"Her?"Fred spoke up.
Real bikers weren't bothered by a little rain, he tried to tell himself, but the car radio spoke of a storm system moving up from the south, bringing with it high winds and torrential rain.
No one spoke until the silence became awkward.
Cynthia put her arm around Randy as she spoke to Dean.
They sat is silence through one whole Count Basie take before Dean finally spoke.
He spoke of family barbecues and a week's vacation on the Jersey shore, kids growing up and Christmas eggnog shared.
Fred was uncommonly quiet and minutes passed before he spoke.
When Cleary spoke to his landlady on Monday, the seventeenth, he told her he'd already mailed her the key.
He didn't have the foggiest idea anyone was looking until after he spoke with Mrs. Glass—around Rollins, Kansas, and yet he keeps changing names, not leaving his signature and not even being seen unless he can't help it.
Parkside would remain untainted and a favored place to live and raise healthy, God fearing children who would become model citizens like those to whom he spoke.
A younger man in a plaid shirt spoke up.
Dean spoke firmly and looked Randy right in the eye.
Neither of the men seemed to pay the slightest attention to either Dean or the painters, but one of them seemed to be keeping an eye on the door while the other spoke in low tones to his companion.
When her sobs began to subside, he spoke in as calm a voice as he could muster.
Dean spoke so softly she hardly heard.
Dean picked up the magazine, glancing at it as he spoke.
Dean also spoke to Cece Baldwin again, just to touch base and see if she might have heard further from her mysterious benefactor.
They were both quiet for a few moments, breathing in the cool night air before Dean spoke.
Burgess spoke in a low tone but showed no reluctance to talk.
I spoke with a lot of people who knew Jeffrey Byrne— Jonathan Winston didn't.
He spoke quietly, but his voice carried well.
Handing one to Carmen, she spoke gently.
When he spoke, his voice was low and tense.
Finally he spoke, his voice soft and controlled.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while before he finally spoke.
Taking a deep breath, she studied her iced tea as she spoke.
Carmen sat down and picked up her cup, taking a sip before she spoke.