Matthew had been expecting Zachary for six days. He took a bite of his celery stick.

Bobbie-Sue had never been to the peak. She straightened her clothes.

After spending a night under a bridge, Lance was relieved to see his father.

It was a clear, bright February night. Vincent took a sip of his whiskey as he led the tailor into the laundry.

Eduardo opened the door to the wardrobe. The smell was unbearable.

As soon as the funeral started, Tara swallowed nervously.

"No one suspects a thing," Billy-Bob told himself as he waited under the bridge.

Dreudorwyn waited for the battle to begin.

On Friday, Francisco always made promises.

The eagle had escaped. Alfred knew exactly what to do.

Maurice was the best cobbler around.

Lady Olga was in one of her moods.

Alexander put down the umbrella nervously.

Elizabeth fumbled in the darkness. The walls were rough.

When Henry arrived at his wedding, everyone rushed to see him.

A sense of magic was in the air. Shane looked at the time.

Lord Lampsstead was in one of his moods.

When Tamara arrived at her funeral, everyone fainted.

There had never been a butler quite like Chester Lóp ez, and he knew it.

Leslie hoped that the sheriff was prejudiced.