Clorgea arose from slumber.

It was a wintery Sunday afternoon. Julia was under the bed.

Constance walked into the attic and glanced at Stacey. "You make me jump," she said.

When Jamie opened the door Mr. Lewis looked up from his work.

Sara was the best biologist who ever lived.

Carlos had never been to the lake. He hoped for a miracle.

Hugh opened the door to the wine cellar. His senses were overwhelmed.

Going to the gully was a terrible idea. Enrique took a sip of his Guinness.

Adrian had been expecting Leonard for two hours. He bit his fingernails.

The merchant opened the door, and led Lillie inside.

"Show no mercy," Stella told herself as she waited in the shower.

Leslie had invited a seagull to her party. She knew what to do.

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

If the imam didn't arrive soon, Carrie didn't know what she would do.

Geraldine could see that the cat was venomous.

When rain began, David knew it was time to find shelter.

Nelson was disappointed that everyone was coming to his funeral.

As soon as the grand opening started, Cecil checked his watch.

Bartholomew staggered in the darkness. The walls were ice-cold.

Lord Jerome was in one of his moods.