William could tell that Juan was gallant. He opened the door to the library.

Gene struggled to breathe.

It was a wild, stormy night. Rosa was at school.

Lord Norham was in one of his moods.

Raymond could see that Ian was a cartoonist. He tried not to worry.

Carolyn walked into the attic and looked at Robert. "You make me exercise," she said.

Pearl opened the door to the dungeon. The smell was overwhelming.

John opened the door to the living room. He questioned his plan.

As soon as Christmas started, Ryan took a bite of his apple.

Martha could feel her life slipping away.

If the chef didn't arrive soon, Franklin didn't know what he would do.

Going to the beach was a good idea. Yolanda wanted one last chance.

After spending a night in hospital, Thomas was relieved to see his father.

The dining room was full of smoke.

Alfred swallowed nervously. It was going to be a momentous night.

Marc fumbled in the gloom. The walls were ice-cold.

Lauren had come to Ireland prepared. She was here to meet the barber.

June put down the bread-stick nervously.

For as long as Samantha could remember, she'd wanted to be an accountant.

Smoke was in the air. Dwight opened the door.

Lord Kilmore was eating in the garage.

Minnie had been expecting Myrtle for days. She checked her reflection.

Edna knew that the chicken was uninhibited.

Christine was in the prison. She had a credit card in her hand.

Virao waited for the battle to begin.

There had never been a guard quite like Ted Stuart, and he knew it.

Bernard had invited a panda to his grand opening. He knew the fun was about to begin.

Jennifer had never been to the sea. She tried to hide.

Jorge was disappointed that no one was coming to Thanksgiving.

Lord Reginald was eating in the guest room.

When Ronald opened the door Mr. Baker looked up from his book.

Edwin was cycling. He wiped the sweat from his brow.

It was a tumultuous Saturday afternoon. Donna straightened her hair as she led the manicurist into the walk-in freezer.

The dolphin had escaped. Clara pretended not to notice.

Harvey could tell that Philip was grand. He opened the door to the armory.

The smell coming from the basement made Andy uneasy.

Micheal knew that the chauffeur was superstitious.

When Douglas arrived at his party, everyone fainted.

On Tuesday, Cynthia always made finger puppets.

Going to the beach was a nice idea. Jeanette set aside her notepad.

Clifton opened the door to the office. The smell was surprisingly pleasant.

When the moon came up, Carol knew it was time to run.

Ramon hoped that Vernon was alienated.

Daniel took a bite of his bread-stick.

Someone had invited a lobster to Christmas. Violet knew the fun was about to begin.

It was a lazy autumn evening. Jason was in the pantry.

It was a typical evening in the museum. Shawn took a long sip of his beer.

Kathy walked into the cell and looked at Maureen. "You make me wet," she said.

Ialiu arose from slumber.

Theodore had come to Berlin alone. He was here to meet the butcher.

June could see that Lauren was a historian. She tried not to laugh.

Laurie felt that the tortoise was old-fashioned.

Irma fumbled in the darkness. The walls were sticky.

The assassin opened the door, and led Paula inside.

If the crook didn't arrive soon, Marie didn't know what she would do.

"No one suspects a thing," Harold told himself as he waited in the cathedral.

The bathroom was flooded.

Mildred was relieved that Jill was coming to Thanksgiving.

Roland was suprised to be alone.

On Saturday, Eddie always made mistakes.

There had never been a pickpocket quite like Marlene Taylor, and she knew it.

Clayton could see that Billy-Bob was high-handed. He opened the door to the lobby.

When Mattie opened the door Mrs. Sanch ez looked up from her book.

Going to the cave was a nice idea. Patsy shuddered in anticipation.

Lady Cheryl was in one of her moods.

Larry had invited a boatbuilder to his grand opening. He knew it wouldn't end well.

It was a gloomy Thursday evening. Stephanie checked her phone as she led the cook into the laundry.

Love was in the air. Allen opened the door.

Qiae shielded his eyes against the light.

As soon as Christmas started, Wendy buttoned up her jacket.

When the sun rose, Tommy knew it was time to move on.

Nora felt that the pilot was disobedient.

Clayton opened the door to the bedroom. He put down his Budweiser.

Lauren opened the door to the lobby. The silence was overwhelming.

When Billy-Bob arrived at his party, Alan ignored him.

Cathy was searching. She snapped her fingers.

Cheryl was in the shower. She had a can opener in her hand.

Lillie took a sip of her Fanta. It was going to be a special night.

Tyler was the best hotelier who ever lived.

Brittany hoped that Andrea was one-dimensional.

It was a rainy evening. Oscar was in the chapel.

It started like any other day in the nuclear power-plant. Roberta nodded to the sculptor.

Kirk could feel his heart beating.

Kathleen was delighted to be alive.

If the ventriloquist didn't arrive soon, Pedro didn't know what he would do.

Heather walked into the office and glanced at Julian. "You make me happy," she said.

Tonya knew that the dingo was disillusioned.

Lord Bandlebex was reading in the bathroom.

Francisco could tell that Justin was a cook. He tried not to feel intimidated.

Mathew took a bite of his candy-bar.

It was a rain-swept night. Stacey enjoyed the feeling of freedom as she led the wizard into the cloakroom.

The smell coming from the office made Clayton hopeful.

Eddie was glad that everyone was coming to Christmas.

Corey put down the doll slowly.

On Wednesday, Dwight always made it worse.

Smoke was in the air. Laurie looked at the time.

There had never been a ventriloquist quite like Johnnie Jones, and he knew it.

Janet staggered in the darkness. The walls were slimey.

Eiteumer shielded his eyes against the blast.

Steve took a bite of his icecream. It was going to be a tough morning.