The two Indians stood waiting.

An old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp.

The other five stood very quietly against the wall.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew.