I’ve been asleep.

He had been crying.

There’s been a wreck.

I been in here all day.

They had been drinking.

I have been with girls.

He’s been training Jack.

That must have been lovely.

You been out here too long.

You’ve been drinking water.

You’ve been in the hospital.

It must have been a mistake.

He had been hit in the spine.

Well, he had been a good kid.

“You have ever been in love?”

It had all been easy up to now.

How long have you been this way?

“I been away a long time,” I said.

She had been sick only a few days.

Well, he’s always been fine to me.

Oh, it’s been gone a long time now.

His throat had been cut from ear to ear.

It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.

His curiosity has been gone for a long time.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

The prisoners had been brought in for the hanging.

The guards who had been holding him up dropped him.

All the old women in the camp had been helping her.

Such a step would have been abhorrent to their inertia.

He had been like that since about four o’clock in the morning.

He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures.

He had been that hungry before, but had not been able to satisfy it.

The fruit had been picked and the fall wind blew through the bare trees.

If Kerensky had shot a few men things might have been altogether different.

The doctor came running from the corral, where he had been sewing up picador horses.

Before Krebs went away to the war he had never been allowed to drive the family motor car.

“I’m stiff,” she complained, “I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.”

“Don’t look at me,” Daisy retorted, “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

One morning after he had been home about a month his mother came into his bedroom and sat on the bed.

For years he had never enjoyed fried bananas because he had never been able to wait for them to cool.

Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.

The logs had been lost from the big log booms that were towed down the lake to the mill by the steamer Magic.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

From the time he had gotten down off the train and the baggage man had thrown his pack out of the open car door things had been different.

Her entrance had been abominable⁠—in fact not until she reached the phone had she displayed a shred of poise⁠—and then the test had been over.

At first Krebs, who had been at Belleau Wood, Soissons, the Champagne, St. Mihiel and in the Argonne did not want to talk about the war at all.

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.

Sometimes when they had been kissing together a long time Cornelia would ask him to tell her again that he had kept himself really straight for her.

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.