The wagon stopped outside under the big elm and Mrs. Smith and Liz went out.

He stopped stiff and one of the monos held his bridle and walked him forward.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

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

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

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

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

When they stopped the music for the crouch he hunched down in the street with them all and when they started it again he jumped up and went dancing down the street with them.