He felt it through the door.

Each time he felt the horn coming.

He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding.

He felt sick about saying goodbye like that.

It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.

She was cold and miserable and everything felt gone.

Manuel, standing in the hallway, felt there was someone in the room.

Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

Her breasts felt plump and firm and the nipples were erect under his hands.

Maera felt everything getting larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

Then the hand that felt so big in her lap went away and was on her leg and started to move up it.

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.

He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton.

When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it⁠—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.