A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
A milk glass vase with a spray of daffodils rested atop the table.
A newspaper with Allen's picture on it lay opened on the coffee table.
A notebook lay on the table next to a few scrolls, an ancient manuscript and another block of stone with carvings too faint for Gabe to read.
A pitcher of lemonade was on the table.
A plate of half-finished food sat on the coffee table, and the kitchen was a disaster.
A round table in the center had an access pad attached to the top, so she passed her armband over it.
A small table held an expensive looking scale.
A steaming bowl of soup awaited her on the coffee table.
A table had been placed in the middle, and Jonathan sat at it, disguised as a man with graying hair.
A waitress wearing a lace cap denoting her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seated him at a small corner table by the window.
A'Ran dropped his feet from the table and rose to face his uncle.
A'Ran pushed himself away from the table he leaned against and paced, thoughts turning to Gage, who would bear Ne'Rin's child.
Aaron and Felipa went to town for some ice cream, so Rob helped Carmen set up table and chairs outside for the barbeque.
Across the table, their gazes locked and she had that giddy feeling again.
After a brief discussion we decided to telephone first and leave the visit option on the table, at least for now.
After getting them each a cup of coffee and a piece of the cherry pie she had made the day before, she sat down at the table with them.
After introductions we gathered around the oak table to get acquainted as more beer and wine flowed.
Alex attacked his food as if it were to blame for the havoc he had created at the table.
Alex dragged the chair to the table and held it for Carmen.
Alex leaned forward in his chair and slowly set the coffee mug on the table.
Alex looked surprised when he saw it on the table, but he ate without comment.
Alex pushed away from the table and stood.
Alex replaced the pot on the burner and resumed his place at the table.
Alex swung a gaze on him that was clearly intended to bring silence to the table – and it did.
Alex was already putting sandwich meat on the table, so she got the condiments from the refrigerator.
All talk hushed around the tiny table where their families shared their first and last meals of the day.
Alondra looked down at the table and her hand released Carmen's.
Although not gathered for the table in England, it is greatly prized in some parts of the Continent.
An iPad in a bright green case and a cell phone labeled work phone!!!!! was sitting on the table in the informal dining area, a sticky note on it.
And in the middle was a rough table with benches around it instead of chairs.
Approaching from behind, she noticed a bottle of scotch on the table, along with the two glasses.
As he plucked the letter out, a picture fell on the table, face down.
As she did every day, she went to the table near his cluttered desk to await her blood draw and any other experiments he wanted to do.
As she scooted off to do homework, he plunked down at the table, looking perplexed.
As the maître d' lead them to their table, he was acutely aware of the heads turning to watch them.
Ashley and Brandon were still at the table with all of Ashley's friends.
At daybreak we consulted together on our work for the day, and at night we supped at the same little table, chatting the while on art, on sentiment, on the future.
At last, he gave up trying to make up for it with food and rose from the table.
At least the offer was on the table, barring any anger he had at her slapping him today.
At one point, the girl dropped her napkin and the boy reached beneath the table, picked it up, and replaced it daintily on her lap.
At some point she dozed, and when she lifted her head, he was asleep, his head cradled on one arm as he slumped over the table.
At the table, when he pushed her chair in, Alex leaned over her and spoke softly.
Betsy was seated at the table, forking sausage onto her plate and smothering pancakes in maple syrup.
Brady stretched a muscular arm across the table beside him to tug the box out of his other uniform.
Breakfast was on the table when she entered the dining room.
But as soon as the man had left the room Pierre took up his hat which was lying on the table and went out of his study by the other door.
But do take your hat off when you set down at the table, Jonathan.
But now, good wanderers, your luncheon is on the table, so please sit down and eat as much as you like.
By the time Alex arrived for breakfast, she had it on the table and was washing the frying pan in the sink.
By the time Carmen retrieved the table cloths from the house, Gerald and Alex had crossed the footbridge and were on the path up the hill to the house.
By the time he arrived, she had the table set and his plate filled with food.
By the time he'd brewed them both a cup of Earl Grey tea and rejoined Cynthia at the kitchen table, she had finished yet another paragraph.
By the time they arrived at home, Carmen had supper on the table.
Carmen asked as they sat down at the table.
Carmen cleaned off the table and loaded the dishes in the dishwasher before retiring to her new bedroom.
Carmen dropped into a chair and leaned her elbow on the table.
Carmen dropped into a chair at the table.
Carmen glanced around the table and shook her head.
Carmen glanced up to find a tall blonde standing beside their table.
Carmen lifted Destiny from the changing table again and turned as Alex walked into the room.
Carmen looked at Alex, who suddenly found the wood grain on the table interesting.
Carmen offered a chair at their table, but Freda had friends on the other side of the room.
Carmen replaced the receiver and walked back to the table.
Carmen sat back down at the table.
Carmen sat the butter on the table Your breakfast is ready and I packed a sack lunch for you.
Carmen sighed as she placed a plate on the table.
Carmen sought and found Alondra's hand under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Carmen started cleaning up the table.
Carmen used the chore of setting the table to avoid his gaze.
Carmen walked around the table and leaned over to hug Mums.
Carmen was setting the table when Alex and Jonathan came in.
Carmen was standing at the punch bowl greeting people and Alex was behind her talking to someone when Candice stopped at the table.
Chris and Donna eased away from the table, glancing apprehensively at Adrienne.
Claire and Effie Quincy led the parade to the table.
Connor got up from the table and moved even closer, glaring at him.
Cynthia said it loud enough to turn heads at the adjoining table.
Cynthia's glass remained on the table.
Damian dropped an envelope on the table in front of her.
Damian flipped the lights on, and the three of them gathered at the table.
Damian reached across the table and touched her face, dismissing them.
Darian had a plate of cookies in his lap and milk on the table.
Dean penned a note to her aunt and Martha went inside to leave it, as Dean directed, in plain sight on the kitchen table.
Dean reached past her, grabbed her purse and dumped the contents on the table.
Dean returned to the table and conveyed the news as he picked up his coffee— no roll, no change.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
Dean's multiplication table of 44, the number of rented apartments, wasn't perfect, but that number times even a reasonable monthly rental lessened any sympathy he might have felt for the woman's financial plight.
Death's words made the air in the room feel heavy. Kris sat down at the table.
Deidre dropped her head to her arms on the table.
Deidre's gaze fell to the table in the corner.
Dusty asked, eyes going from his dinner to the mangled creature on the table in front of them.
Effie sat at the table, smiling first at Fred O'Connor, then at the others, before beginning to read the pages.
Evelyn brought the last of three trays to the table.
Eventually, she ran out of tears and lay spent on the table, mind on Damian.
Felipa returned with the children as she was putting lunch on the table.
Finally he leaned toward Carmen, resting his arms on the table.
Finally he placed the cup carefully on the table.
Finally he pushed away from the wall and crossed to the table.
Finally there had been direction in her life that had nothing to do with money - animals that had nothing to do with food on the table.
Flipping the dial to the off position, she dived for the questionable refuge under the table.
For a few minutes there was an uncomfortable silence at the table.
For a year the person who gave me this portrait sat with me every night at a little table and lived by the same work.
Fred ignored the question and sat at the table, his patience expired.
Fred O'Connor sat alone in the parlor, notes spread around him on the couch and coffee table.
Fred sat at the table and began forking in the cold meat.
Frequently he was too poor to pay the expenses of his own table.
Fresh bread sat on the table near her bed, its scent making her stomach demand to be sated.
General Greene asked from his position at a small planning table in the corner.
Gerald offered to help Carmen with the table cloths and Alex went inside to work in his office until the guests arrived.
Gerald piled the food on the table and looked up at Alex.
Gerald put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands.
Gerald shook the table cloth out and held it down in the breeze while Carmen clipped it to the table one-handed.
Gerry pushed off from the table and rolled to one computer.
Gerry tapped the table for a moment then began sorting the names.
Get your chin off the table.
Half an hour later, she set the book on the table beside the couch, prepped the cat's meal and went in search of the beast.
Han had laid out a few maps on the table near his desk.
He brought the small bag to the table.
He called another portal and strode through it to the house of the one brother he'd come to almost trust. Kiki's feet were propped on a cast iron table while he gazed intently at the screen of his trusty iPad.
He chuckled again and she kicked his foot under the table.
He could have picked up the knife from the table.
He dropped her chart on the table.
He enjoyed coming home and sitting in his chair, relaxing and reading the newspaper while she put supper on the table.
He glanced at the dress and dropped into a chair at the table.
He glanced at the empty table and then at her, the dark eyes expressing concern.
He had requested a table in a corner of the room, away from wait staff traffic to and from the kitchen.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
He held the chair for her and then took a seat at the table.
He indicated the neatly folded clothing on the table beside the bed.
He joined Dean at the kitchen table although Cynthia would have preferred having her private domain to herself.
He kept his mouth wiped and never belched at the table.
He kissed her cheeks and waited for her to heft herself back onto the table.
He leaned across the coffee table and reached for Bird Song's guest register, handing it to Dean.
He leaned forward and placed the glass on the table.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table.
He leaned toward her and rested his arms on the table.
He lifted a small soul-tracking device off the table, a round compass whose edges were lined with symbols from a dead language too old for him to read.
He lifted his chin in greeting from his spot at the table.
He lifted the table from its side and sat it up.
He messed with it for a few minutes then reassembled it and placed it on the table.
He mopped coffee off the table.
He motioned to a seat at the table loaded with food she feared eating.
He moved away from the counter and set his coffee cup on the table.
He moved to the edge of the table nearest Jade and crossed his arms as he leaned against it.
He nodded as if expecting the response and seated himself at a small table near the fire.
He paused and then suddenly seeing the pistol on the table seized it with unexpected rapidity and ran out into the corridor.
He placed her on the table and retreated, shaking his head and swiping at the air around him, as if plagued by bees.
He placed the unsettling book on a table and crossed the chamber, watching the book as if it might decide to walk away on its own.
He pointed to a small table across the pub, and she wondered how she'd missed the men at the table.
He pulled her micro free from his cargo pocket and set it on the coffee table beside the keypad.
He pushed away from the counter and pulled a chair out at the table.
He pushed his breakfast to the side and put the tablet on the table.
He pushed Katie's chair forward and seated himself at the table.
He pushed the bench aside and slid out from under the table.
He put his elbows on the table and folded his hands, leaning slightly toward Senor Medena.
He reached under the table for one of the scrolls.
He sat and stared out the window while nibbling on a piece of cheese from the plate of cheese and crackers on a small table at his side.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
He sat at the table and picked up a piece of pastry.
He sat at the table opposite his bed and touched several glowing buttons on the table before him.
He seated himself on a table across the room from the imprisoned man.
He set down the tray on the small table near the blazing hearth and sat.
He set it down on the coffee table and returned to the computer.
He set the coffee cup on the table and pulled her into his arms.
He set the flashlight on the table where it would shine on the floor and started for the living room.
He set the tray down on the table and handed a steaming cup of coffee to Señor Medena.
He slammed his hands on the table and lurched from his chair.
He slid back away from the table, grabbing a napkin to dam the tea from the edge of the table.
He snatched the whiskey from her hand and placed their glasses on a table.
He stared at the table reflectively.
He stopped at the opposite side of the table, within reach if he chose, which she suspected he would if she so much as flinched toward the access pad.
He strode forward, and she moved to place a table between them.
He then crossed to the table and began poring over his notes.
He threw the towel across his broad shoulders and lowered himself to a bench beside the table.
He took a seat at the table.
He took another sip of his coffee and leaned forward, setting the cup on the table.
He tossed the picture back on the table and drained the glass.
He Traveled to the basement lab and perched next to Toni on a stool at a table bearing something that should've made him lose his appetite.
He used an alias and he fits your time table perfectly.
He was leaning on the table, watching her.
He was sitting at a table across and down from them.
He wove through the crowd, peering between his eyelashes before he reached the main table where Hilden stood.
He wrapped the bottle up to its neck in a table napkin and poured out wine for himself and for Pierre.
Head pulsing, she retreated to the kitchen and painkillers, staring at a picture drawn by a kid, probably Toby, on the table before her.
Helen's table manners are appalling.
Her dinner lay warm but not hot on the table.
Her eyes strayed to the Horsemen on the table.
Her eyes were cast downward, and her glass still in place on the table.
Her frame was rigid, the table empty.
Her idea of selecting the right fork brought to mind the choice between a table fork and a pitchfork.
Her initial reaction was an urge to crawl under the table.
Her left foot found the first shallow step, and she took another step back, her eyes pinned on the second kitten running along the table.
Her position at the table shifted as the program grew more complex; she dropped her feet to the ground and leaned forward, taking in the rapidly changing situation.
Her smile lit the table and she and her little brother, who was being the perfect gentlemen in his spring suit, were obviously the pride and joy of Ma and Pa.
Hilden moved through the crowd directly to the table and took up a protective position behind Rissa, watching without interfering.
His attention was riveted on her as he altered his course to stop at the table in front of her.
His chin rested on her head as he placed the mug on the table.
His gaze traveled around the faces at the table and came to rest on Carmen.
His gazed followed the coffee cup absently as he placed it on the table.
His hand found hers under the table and he laced his fingers through hers.
His three other half brothers were already present and waiting, Erik pacing, Kiki at the table, and Tamer busy with his PDA.
His troubled gaze studied her as he sat down at the table.
His voice faded off as he realized that Lori and Josh were sitting at the opposite end of the table from Carmen.
Howie kept us in suspense until we assumed our seats around the table.
Howie was seated at the table while Quinn and Martha performed kitchen duty with eggs and bacon.
I came out here to apologize for airing my dirty laundry on your kitchen table.
I can't think straight without a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand.
I could hear the sound of a baby breathing coming from a monitor on the coffee table.
I opened each somewhere in the middle and held it flat on the table after recording the title and page number.
I sat at a table after randomly pulling half dozen books from the shelf.
I spotted these on the half-price table while Martha was finding fault with suitcases.
I suggest we make a date to meet back here and lay our cards on the table.
I'll get supper on the table.
I'll have supper on the table by the time you two get home.
I'll put this on the table outside your door.
Impatiently waiting for her longtime surgeon, she pushed herself off the table and crossed to the desk, where a small folder sat.
Important distinction, Rhyn replied and pulled out a chair from the table on which the candle was placed.
In a cottage in the environs of Paris called Le Moulin joli, there sat at the same table an old man engraving and an old woman whom he called his meuniere also engraving.
In Charentethe following table the decrease in births and deaths Cher -
In her mind's eye, she could see Mom, gray-haired, wrinkled and tired - but still taking joy in putting food on the table for Dad.
In the center was a table stacked with more of the records.
In the middle of the table sat an exquisite fall floral arrangement.
In this table, unlike Table IV., amplitudes are all expressed as decimals of the mean value of the potential gradient for the corresponding season.
Ingrid left and returned with her laptop and an iPad, sitting at the table with him.
Innovating will become table stakes just to stay in business, and innovation will be used to lower prices, not to increase them.
Instead of keeping still, so I could eat him comfortably, he trembled so with fear that he fell off the table into a big vase that was standing on the floor.
Instead of seating himself on the traditional doctor's stool, Dr. Wynn sat beside her on the table, hands folded across one knee.
Instead, he stared at the map on the table between them.
Iron.The iron-mines of France are more numerous than its coalmines, but they do not yield a sufficient quantity of ore for the needs of the metallurgical industries of the country; as will be seen in the table below the production of iron in France gradually increased during the 19th century; on the other hand, a decline in prices operated against a correspondingly marked increase in its annual value.
Is your offer still on the table?
It sat on a table, and behind it were two easels and a stool.
It should, however, be borne in mind that the apparent differences between different species may be partly Table Xiv.
It took twenty minutes for him to weave his way through the crowd to the autograph table.
It was on the parlor table last night.
It was on this subject of keeping pure the Lord's Table that the controversy arose between the ministers and the town councillors which ended in the banishment of Calvin, Farel and Conrad from Geneva.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
It's kind of like… Ully looked around and stretched for the pen on the table.
Jackson stood in front of the open refrigerator, taking out bags one at a time, tasting, then either putting them back or on the table.
Jenn slumped at the table as they talked on around her.
Jilian snatched her and slammed her onto the table, pinning her in place as he strapped her wrists and ankles in.
Joan tossed the tablet on a table behind her and turned her attention on Carmen.
Jonny snatched the vamp by its neck and slammed it down to the table.
Josh shoved his coffee cup away, sloshing coffee on the table.
Josh was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee with Alex.
Katie busied herself setting the table.
Katie methodically placed the margarine on the table.
Katie placed a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table and paused, hands on her hips as she gave Carmen an exasperated look.
Katie set the phone on the table and stared at the kid's drawings on the fridge.
Katie stared at the picture for a long moment, then emptied her pockets on the table.
Kellin lifted his head in greeting before returning to the table.
Kiki, the Ancient from Asia, sat beside Kris at the small conference table and looked him over with a frown.
Kris slid two rare green life crystals across the table, the common form of payment for an assassination not ordered by Death herself.
Lana gazed at the micro on a table, hesitating.
Lana glanced towards the door and sat at a small table nearby.
Leaving the food on the table, she decided to take a bath.
Let me get supper on the table.
Let's get it out on the table.
Lori sat down at the table opposite Carmen and folded her hands on the table.
Lori stared at the table and mumbled.
Martha had a plate full of pancakes ready so we all sat around the large table.
Megan took a table near the window and ate the food while she watched the sleepy town.
Memon seated himself at a table and began to eat.
Minutes later he was back and settling down at the table opposite her.
Mison motioned for those at his table to eat, and she reached for the plate of meat before her before Romas or any of his brothers could assist her.
Mrs. O'Hara absently centered the cake on the table.
Mums put an arm around her shoulders and led her to the table.
Mums sat down at the table and put a hand over hers.
Mums sat down at the table opposite Carmen and nodded.
Muscular and dark-skinned, Tamer was hunched over the table in the center of the room, putting the final magic touches on a new compass.
My wife got up from the table.
Natalie and Mathew were in their high chairs, Destiny and Jonathan sat on either side of her and Alex was at the end of the table.
Naw. I just wanted to know how much I left on the table.
Ne'Rin sat to his right at the largest table within the command center with the Council members arranged by rank to his left.
Nishani pounded a fist on the table and made a loud sound that was most likely a curse on her planet.
No, but maybe you could skip the florist and tone down the table settings.
No, tell them to bring a small table out here, my dear boy.
Nothing else matters, he said as he leaned across the table and kissed her.
Now the million dollar offer is off the table.
On the table were plates, knives and forks, and dishes of bread, meat and fruits.
One buffet table sagged beneath the weight of five kegs while another held food wrapped in cellophane and tinfoil.
One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
Puzzled, he pulled the drive free of his PDA and reinserted it. The single file within was still empty. Kris tossed it on a table.
Ramballe emptied his too, again pressed Pierre's hand, and leaned his elbows on the table in a pensive attitude.
Rissa leaned both hands on the table before her.
Rissa slung the door closed and moved toward a small table where her sword waited.
Rob followed her gaze as he finished pulling the last leg out on the table.
Rob glanced around the table and whistled, his gaze coming back to Carmen.
Romas's eldest brother, who sat across and down the table from her, rose, a look of anger on his face.
Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.
Seizing control of himself, Two stepped forward and pushed her back, binding her to the table again.
Sensing the level of tension in the room, Rhyn didn.t sit but leaned with his back against the wall, ready to launch across the table at whoever snapped first.
Setting Destiny back on the changing table again, Carmen pushed a shoe back on her foot and tickled her under the arm.
She apologized for disturbing them, and set the tray on the wicker table, explaining they were fresh and had just been delivered by a neighbor.
She arranged the cake on the table.
She ate until full, then pushed her plate from the edge of the table.
She blinked and stepped away as he began to circle the table.
She careened into a table and heard glass crashing as the table corner tore a stripe down her forearm.
She cleaned the table and then went out to the porch to remove an empty bird nest from the eve.
She continued to look down at the table.
She crawled out from under the table and answered the door.
She crossed to the table and lifted one from the plate, flinging it at him.
She dressed and arrived in the kitchen to find everyone already at the table eating.
She entered and saw car keys on the table near the door.
She flipped her phone shut and stared absently at the table.
She flounced into a chair, elbows on the table and chin in her hands.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
She gathered the magazines, stacking them on a table, and disposed of the newspaper.
She glanced at Carmen and then began setting the table without comment.
She glanced up from wiping the table as he peaked around the door, his eyes sparkling with humor again.
She gnawed on her lower lip as she lifted their plates from the table and walked over to the sink.
She ignored them and placed the cup on the table before him, then set down her own.
She joined a line of mostly men in front of a low stone table.
She kicked his boot under the table.
She leaned over the single table at one end of the main chamber, several larger warriors around her.
She left the table, wondering if it was something about Jonathan.
She made her way to a coffee shop and sat at a table in the darker end of the shop, hot cocoa in hand.
She picked his plate up from the table.
She placed a bouquet of brightly colored flowers on the table.
She placed the carved chicken on the table and looked him in the eye.
She placed the plates on the table and looked up at him, her smile sad.
She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him.
She put the plate of sandwiches on the table and answered her phone.
She reached for her lap top computer on the coffee table and fired it up.
She refilled the coffee pot and set another mug on the table.
She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, staring out into the night.
She rolled her eyes and set them down on the table beside the couch.
She rose quickly in response from her place kneeling at the small table.
She sat down and pulled her chair up to the table, glancing to see how Bill would react.
She sat down at the table, listening for any sound of movement around the house.
She sat on the table and buried her face in her hands, grateful and relieved to be reconnected with Kiera, even if indirectly.
She sat on the table in the exam room facing a line of backlit x-rays and cat scans on the wall.
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.
She set the cup on the table.
She shifted until there was a table between them, feeling very much like a cornered rabbit.
She sighed and dropped it on the table.
She sighed and held out her arm, setting the perfume on the table as she sat.
She sighed heavily and turned to the table.
She slammed the door to the bathing chamber, flinching at the sounds of a loud curse and the clatter of a table smashing into the stone wall.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
She slid out from under the table and stood, hugging herself and shivering violently as she peered out the kitchen window into the darkness.
She slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, eyes blurring as she struggled to make out the forms.
She stood and began removing the plates from the table.
She then pushed the three smaller denomination coins across the coffee table toward Fred.
She took a drink of her tea and carefully set the glass back on the table.
She took it back to the table and sat down.
She took the orchid from him, set it on the coffee table, stood back and admired it.
She tugged the top of the kitchen table to block the doorway, hoping it would keep the creature in the kitchen.
She turned and hurried up the stairs as Donnie stood by the table, torn between curiosity and following his mother.
She turned to Katie, who was working a puzzle on a table in the kitchen.
She was as white as the garment she now casually pushed with one foot behind a hall table.
She was off again, leaving them at the table alone.
She was putting the last bowl of food on the table when Alex walked into the kitchen.
She was sitting at the table drinking a glass of milk when Katie walked in.
She was sitting at the vanity table brushing her hair when he returned.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
She was wiping the table when he returned.
She watched him circle the table and twisted to see where he went.
She watched the men eating happily around the table and left the mansion for the gardens.
She would have coward under the table all night, too frightened to go for help.
She'd barely finished her omelet when the two people from the other table sat across from her.
She'd be setting the table by now and the kitchen would smell of freshly fried chicken and peach cobbler.
She'd been ignoring Kevin's calls for two days without caring he was the only person who could help her put food on the table.
Shut that fire off and get under the table.
Signs of the party the night before still remained, from the garbage bags awaiting pickup to one table with two wine glasses still present.
Sitting down with a book, she propped her feet up on the table and relaxed, calmed by the sounds of the ocean and the warm sun.
Small tables seating four were well spaced for privacy, with candles lighting each table and an assortment of flatware she'd never seen before.
Sofia darted off the table, staring at him as he entered, trailed by Two and the man with green eyes.
Sofia lay on the cold steel table, her tears still wet but her eyes open and staring blankly.
Sofia tried to push him away as he lifted her onto the table.
Some of them wound up on the table.
Startled by the confession, Jessi rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward.
Stealthily, she moved the cup over the edge and spilled it on the floor beneath the table.
Still, if that were the case, she need not have brought up the telephone call at the table.
Suddenly tired, she sat at the table and held her head in her hands.
Supper was on the table and she had showered and put on a dress.
Supper was on the table when Alex arrived, but she remained in the kitchen.
Supper was ready and the table set.
Table Deaths by Lightning, per annum, per million Inhabitants.
Table Potential, Dissipation, Ioniz If we regard the potential gradient near the ground as representing a negative charge on the earth, then if the source of supply of that charge is unaffected the gradient will rise and become high when the operations by which discharge is promoted slacken their activity.
Tables were covered with white linen table cloths and adorned with violet colored napkins inside light gray napkin holders.
Take your hat off at the table.
Taran sighed and threw himself into a chair at one end of the table.
That night as they sat at the table eating the supper she had cooked, it seemed cozy – as if they were already married.
The appended table shows the progress made since 1850 with regard to steam power.
The best she could hope for was eternity on this table, alone, knowing what she'd done to humanity's defender.
The children were all seated, so he sat in his chair at the table.
The day started with Fred meeting Dean at the breakfast table, a most unusual occurrence.
The death dealer took up much of the small space, his trench still on despite sitting at the kitchen table.
The deck was furnished with wicker furniture, two chairs facing each other and a sofa with a coffee table in front of it.
The decrease in the annual average production of cocoons is shown in the preceding table.
The dining room table is cherry and topped with fresh flowers in a crystal bowl.
The dining room table was set with a linen tablecloth under a handmade lace cover, fine china, Waterford crystal and brass chargers.
The door was ajar and the phone was on the hall table.
The elderly woman sat at the small kitchen table, her weapons within reach.
The entire family was at the table when her guests arrived for breakfast.
The expense reports and the personnel file from World Wide were neatly stacked on the table, but not in the same position Dean had left them the night before and his tape recorder hadn't been re-wound.
The five fixed webs are attached to the table which is secured to the bottom of the box by the screws p. The three movable webs are attached to the projections XX on the frame aa.
The following table exhibits the rate of increase as indicated by the Del censuses from 1876 to 1906.
The following table shows the number of live stock in the country at intervals of ten years since 1885.
The foursome headed to the kitchen and sat around the table.
The galley was occupied by three hulking men at a table.
The heart thing happened again and she busied herself at the table.
The hours passed without another scream and she was still sitting at the table when the first rays of morning light warmed the kitchen.
The kitchen clock ticked off thirty seconds before she put down her fork and pushed away from the table.
The last time she had seen him, he had been slumped at the table, yet he looked refreshed now.
The lint he tucked back into his pocket, and the ring he tossed on the table in front of Adrienne.
The logical side of her understood that Darkyn's offer of fixing her was a better option than dying on the operating table.
The man in the executioner uniform dumped her onto a familiar surgical table in a room that stank of blood.
The next fifteen minutes were an embarrassed blur as Dean tried to stem his bleeding face at the kitchen table.
The object sitting in the middle of the table made his blood run cold.
The old oak table stood where they had left it, the chairs covered with dust.
The other three were sitting with their drinks and his sat on the table in front of Elisabeth.
The preceding table shows the average output of the chief coal-groups for the years 1901-1905 inclusive.
The quarters were small, with nothing more than a table, a few trunks, and a cot.
The room was empty aside from the table.
The strangers took their seats at the table willingly enough, for they were all hungry and the platters were now heaped with good things to eat.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
The table below gives the average production of zinc, argentiferous lead, iron-pyrites and other ores during the quinquennial period 1901f 905.
The table gives the logarithms of sines for every minute to seven figures.
The table top lit up with a blank grey screen and four dozen multi-hued buttons, with geometric symbols she assumed was writing.
The table was decorated with rare and beautiful plants and flowers.
The table was spread and supper was ready.
The three sat at the table amid the warm smells of chocolate and apples, the Deans looking expectantly.
The three warriors at the table relocated several chairs down.
The two boys across from her had managed to make messes of themselves and the table in what might have been a competition.
The two of you are pretty good for a couple of kitchen table detectives.
The waitress approached the table.
The wall warlord had set up a small table in the mouth of an alley between two buildings and was surrounded by several men.
The woman checked a ring binder on the picnic table, running down the names with her finger.
The woman craned her neck to look at something on a table behind the drawn curtain.
The woman led her straight into a small cafeteria with rustic tables and benches, an open fireplace, and a sagging buffet table along one wall.
The women turned to the table and gasped.
The wooden table had one leg propped up by firewood, and only three of the eight chairs matched.
The young man drew away from the table.
Their brothers were already there, three of them sitting across the table from Sasha.
Their clothing was old fashioned and there was a kerosene lamp on a table.
Then he slipped quickly under the table and hid himself.
Then she tossed her new clothes into the washer and sat down at the table to do some figuring.
Then the pope resorted to pawning palace furniture, table plate, jewels, even statues of the apostles.
There was a glass on an end table next to a half full bottle of gin.
There was also a table with a bunch of different kids pictures on it.
There was something about the methodical way he set the table that was cute.
They ate in silence and when he finished, he leaned back in his chair sipping his coffee, staring at the table absently.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
They moved to the next table and Carmen concentrated on the clips, contemplating how to bring up the subject and finally deciding there was no best way, so she simply asked.
They sat around the low table still scattered with pictures.
They sat at a table in the bar, and after a few minutes Sam complained, "What do we have to do to get a drink around here?"
They sat down at a highly polished wooden table and Alex pushed their chairs in.
They sat on that table for two weeks, then I finally took them to a homeless shelter.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
They walked around the table and Alex guided her through the door with a hand on her waist.
They were just rising from the table when they heard a great noise in the street.
They were led to a room with a long table in the center surrounded by chairs.
They worked together getting supper on the table.
This grows under oaks, in clusters - a most unusual character for the mushroom, and is said to be excellent for the table.
This work contains the first announcement of logarithms to the world, the first table of logarithms and the first use of the name logarithm, which was invented by Napier.
Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.
To her surprise, what appeared to be a video game popped into 3D life in the center of the table.
To this character the fungus owes its generic name (Marasmius) as well as one of its most valuable qualities for the table, for examples may be gathered from June to November, and if carefully dried may be hung on strings for culinary purposes and preserved without deterioration for several years; indeed, many persons assert that the rich flavour of these fungi increases with years.
Troubled, Xander didn't bother taking his snack to the table but wolfed it down over the sink, too troubled to care about the mess he made.
Try to get a table in the outdoor patio garden lined with twinkling lights for a meal with ambiance.
Two of the cats, young and small enough to be kittens or perfectly sized adult tarantulas, detangled and darted from her pillow to the table.
Uneasy, he placed it across the chamber on the table once more.
Unlocking the door, she hurried through the house, dropping the packages on the table.
Vinnie plopped down at the kitchen table.
Visitors are shown the "Church of the Annunciation" with caves (including a fragment of a pillar hanging from the ceiling, and said to be miraculously supported) which are described as the scene of the annunciation, the "workshop of Joseph," the "synagogue," and a stone table, said to have been used by Christ.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she put his sandwich on the table and watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink.
We chatted amicably around the oak table, laughing at each other's stories.
We chipped in clearing the table and cleaning the dishes.
We don't put all our cards on the table at once, either.
Wednesday morning dawned with air so crisp Dean was awake before the alarm, awake to a knock down gorgeous day, "one of the ten best" prattled a cheery voice on the kitchen table radio.
Weller poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
Weller put his feet up on the coffee table and took a long swallow.
When Alex arrived, she had supper on the table.
When Alex didn't respond, Carmen nudged his foot under the table with hers.
When he returned, he went to the iPad on the dining table and turned it on.
When he turned to place their breakfast on the table near the patio, he thought he recognized her.
When she emerged, she saw tea and cookies on the small table tucked into a corner of the living room.
When she returned to the house, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.
When the crowd began to break up in earnest, she took her husband's arm and led him to their kitchen where a chicken pot pie was still bubbling on the table.
When the dance ended, Alex got them some punch and they sat down at a table.
When the invasive sun was shuttered, he tossed the eye-band on the table.
When the steaks were grilled and the corn and green beans boiled, the table was leaden with food, enough for a small army.
When they returned to the house, she warmed up some leftover spaghetti and sat down at the table to eat with him.
When they returned to the table out of breath and laughing, Carmen complimented them.
Why did-- He held up a hand to silence her, and she waited, circling the table to face him.
With a grunt, Deidre lifted it and carried it to the table.
With a sharp cry, she scrambled to the kitchen and dived under the table.
Without speaking, he went to the bar, poured two drinks, set one down on the Rococo table in front of the sofa and sat in one of the wing chairs.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
Wynn lounged in his seat at the garden table, an empty wine glass before him.
Xander placed the iPad on the table.
Xander stretched to grab the keys on his coffee table and tossed them to her.
Xander was waiting at one table, mug of coffee in hand.
Yes. It's all on the table.