He stepped back and raised his hands.
He stepped forward in the direction Pierre indicated.
He gently pulled his arm away and stepped back.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
"I'll agree to that," said the man; and he stepped inside.
Just then a young man stepped up.
Carmen accepted the hug and stepped back, startled to silence.
Brandon stepped over to the stove and poured a cup of coffee.
She stiffened as he stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on each of her shoulders.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
She gently broke the embrace and stepped away, smiling up at him in an inviting way.
She gave him her most fetching smile and stepped out of the hallway.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
His eyes flashed angrily and he stepped forward, reaching for her.
She stepped back and glared at him.
She stepped through the last of the brush.
Len was eyeing Yancey's car and didn't see them until they stepped out the door.
As she stepped off the walk to cross an alley, a lean figure stepped out of the saloon.
I stepped on it, but it bent and gave way and I began to clamber up a fence which I could scarcely reach with my hands.
But she stepped back immediately.
He stepped back to surrender Destiny.
Dropping her arms, she stepped back and wiped her mouth, staring up at him as though he had initiated the incident.
As Adrienne stepped off the sidewalk, she heard quick steps from behind.
She stepped back and let them enter.
She stepped forward and hugged him.
She picked up a small valise and lifted her skirt as she stepped off the boardwalk into the dust.
Bordeaux shook his head as he stepped down from the buggy.
They did not bother to cross the bridges over the brooks, but when they came to a stream they stepped high and walked in the air to the other side.
Although there was cultural opposition in India to Borlaug's methods and seeds, the famine was so bad by 1965 that the government stepped in and urged the project forward.
They were all glad when they stepped upon a huge rock.
The squirrels also grew at last to be quite familiar, and occasionally stepped upon my shoe, when that was the nearest way.
Anna Mikhaylovna stepped forward and, stooping over the dying man, beckoned to Lorrain from behind her back.
Kutuzov and the Austrian general were talking in low voices and Kutuzov smiled slightly as treading heavily he stepped down from the carriage just as if those two thousand men breathlessly gazing at him and the regimental commander did not exist.
Prince Andrew stepped forward from among the suite and said in French:
The shapely figure of the fair-haired soldier, with his clear blue eyes, stepped forward from the ranks, went up to the commander in chief, and presented arms.
He gathered up the papers and with a bow to both, stepped softly over the carpet and went out into the waiting room.
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?"
A young officer with a bewildered and pained expression on his face stepped away from the man and looked round inquiringly at the adjutant as he rode by.
As he stepped past the generals in the crowded hut, feeling embarrassed as he always was by the sight of his superiors, he did not notice the staff of the banner and stumbled over it.
He would have embraced her but, blushing, she stepped aside fearing to be rumpled.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
The horses stepped over the field as over a thick carpet, now and then splashing into puddles as they crossed a road.
When she had finished, she stepped aside and stopped at the door with a smile on her face.
Arakcheev looked at the Emperor from under his brow and, sniffing with his red nose, stepped forward from the crowd as if expecting the Emperor to address him.
Pierre stepped forward and interrupted him.
"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.
Come along... said he, glancing wearily round, and he stepped onto the porch which creaked under his weight.
Pierre stepped out of his carriage and, passing the toiling militiamen, ascended the knoll from which, according to the doctor, the battlefield could be seen.
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
Just then Boris, with his courtierlike adroitness, stepped up to Pierre's side near Kutuzov and in a most natural manner, without raising his voice, said to Pierre, as though continuing an interrupted conversation:
The former housekeeper, old Mavra Kuzminichna, had stepped out of the crowd by the gate, gone up to a cart with a hood constructed of bast mats, and was speaking to a pale young officer who lay inside.
With a slight inclination of her head, Natasha stepped back quickly to Mavra Kuzminichna, who stood talking compassionately to the officer.
Natasha stepped up to the window and pondered.
"It's an awful time!" and dropping behind the carriage he stepped onto the pavement.
But there were some carriages waiting, and as soon as Pierre stepped out of the gate the coachmen and the yard porter noticed him and raised their caps to him.
And the count stepped as briskly back into the room and slammed the door behind him.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
Natasha rose slowly and carefully, crossed herself, and stepped cautiously on the cold and dirty floor with her slim, supple, bare feet.
She opened the door and stepped across the threshold and onto the cold, damp earthen floor of the passage.
Twelve sharpshooters with muskets stepped out of the ranks with a firm regular tread and halted eight paces from the post.
And without waiting for an answer from the sentinel, who had stepped aside, Dolokhov rode up the incline at a walk.
They all raised their heads to listen, and out of the forest into the bright firelight stepped two strangely clad human figures clinging to one another.
She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
For a moment she surrendered to his warm lips and secure embrace, clinging to him as her heart stepped up pace.
He released her and stepped back.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
For a moment her heart beat overtime and it looked as though she might fall, but Alex smoothly caught her and stepped around, covering her fumbling so well that no one appeared to notice.
Carmen nodded and stepped out the door.
The door opened and Alex stepped into the room.
She stepped closer to Alex, her hands balled into fists at the end of stiff arms.
Alex turned red when Carmen stepped forward.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
At the door, he opened it and stepped back, motioning for her to enter first.
A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
He stepped around her and remained silent all the way to the ATV.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
As his grip on her relaxed, she stepped away from him, a flush creeping up her neck.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
He stepped back, a twinkle in his eyes.
He stepped through the door, his expression less than friendly.
Yancey stepped out and glanced out the window.
She stepped around him and headed for the house.
She stepped away from him.
Brandon glanced down as he stepped around her and then grabbed her arm She smiled up at him mischievously.
She patted the bay's shoulder and stepped away from it.
Fritz snatched the cigarette from his mouth and stepped away from the fire, glancing around nervously into the darkness.
He stepped away from the team as she walked approached and she glared at him.
She stirred the pot of stew and stepped away from the fire.
Bordeaux stepped from behind the rock and called to the Indians.
He stepped forward and reached for her, but she took a step back.
She stepped out of the tub and dried off.
He wasn't in the lobby, so she stepped outside the hotel and sauntered down the boardwalk.
She broke his grip and stepped back.
While the carriage and horses were being placed on it, they also stepped on the raft.
"Lazarev!" the colonel called, with a frown, and Lazarev, the first soldier in the rank, stepped briskly forward.
Natasha without saying anything stepped up to her father and looked at him with surprised inquiring eyes.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
With a pale and frowning face Dron stepped out of the crowd.
At length when he had understood and looked in the direction the old man indicated, he recognized Natasha, and following his first impulse stepped instantly and rapidly toward the coach.
She stepped back and waved at Pete, pointing at the dust.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
After having her wiggle her toes and move her ankle this way and that, he finally stepped back and observed her with a frown.
She sighed and stepped off the porch.
Bordeaux stepped forward, and before she had time to protest, he swept her up and deposited her on the back of the bay.
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
He dropped the shirt and stepped over to her.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.