Stick around, Jerry.

Around noon I’ll get up.

Thanks for coming around.

Hernandez put his arm around him.

There are barrels around the wall.

I used to see her around the town.

I just heard them threshing around.

You can walk back around the point.

Nick went around behind the counter.

Both his arms were around the pillow.

You got a week to get around into form.

I’m through with all that running around.

“You better go around, bright boy,” Al said.

Jack just moved around a little to loosen up.

She tucked it around him neatly and carefully.

Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

William Campbell held the sheet around his head.

Do I have to let her put her arm around my neck?

The lady had placed another arm around his neck.

“Why the hell can’t he stick around?” Jack says.

He turned me around again, politely and abruptly.

They came around a bend and a dog came out barking.

Jack stepped on the scales with a towel around him.

He heard his father moving around in the living-room.

We went around to the garden to weigh in after lunch.

Dick Boulton walked around past the cottage down to the lake.

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

He lay there while he heard Bill come into the clearing, walking around through the woods.

He rowed the boat around to troll past both the feeding fish, then headed it for the point.

Dick was a half-breed and many of the farmers around the lake believed he was really a white man.

Jim had his arm around her and every little way they stopped and pressed against each other and Jim kissed her.

On the forearm, from just above the wrist to the elbow, were small blue circles around tiny dark blue punctures.

Jim came over back of her chair and stood there and she could feel him breathing and then he put his arms around her.

I heard the drums coming down the street and then the fifes and the pipes and then they came around the corner, all dancing.

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

Some men picked Maera up and started to run with him toward the barriers through the gate out the passage way around under the grandstand to the infirmary.

If he left the room for a minute she’d look around uneasily, and say: “Where’s Tom gone?” and wear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the door.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

Imagine having them around the house all the time and going to Sunday dinners at their house, and having them over to dinner and her telling Marge all the time what to do and how to act.

Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped the tide offshore.

So they all sat around the Café du Dome, avoiding the Rotonde across the street because it is always so full of foreigners, for a few days, and then the Elliots rented a château in Touraine, through an advertisement in the New York Herald.

He adjusted the pack harness around the bundle, pulling straps tight, slung the pack on his back, got his arms through the shoulder straps and took some of the pull off his shoulders by leaning his forehead against the wide band of the tump-line.

I guess looking at it, now, my old man was cut out for a fat guy, one of those regular little roly fat guys you see around, but he sure never got that way, except a little toward the last, and then it wasn’t his fault, he was riding over the jumps only and he could afford to carry plenty of weight then.

When they all stepped back on the scaffolding back of the drop, which was very heavy, built of oak and steel and swung on ball bearings, Sam Cardinella was left sitting there strapped tight with the rope around his neck, the younger of the two priests kneeling beside the chair holding up a little crucifix.

George was coming down in telemark position, kneeling; one leg forward and bent, the other trailing; his sticks hanging like some insect’s thin legs, kicking up puffs of snow as they touched the surface and finally the whole kneeling, trailing figure coming around in a beautiful right curve, crouching, the legs shot forward and back, the body leaning out against the swing, the sticks accenting the curve like points of light, all in a wild cloud of snow.