He felt it through the door.

They were gone through the woods.

It rained all through the evacuation.

It was an awful mess to put you through.

What she is going through is called being in labor.

A cold mist was coming up through the woods from the bay.

Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts through the mud.

A steep sandy road ran down the hill to the bay through the timber.

Carts were jammed solid on the bridge with camels bobbing along through them.

The old men and women, soaked through, walking along keeping the cattle moving.

The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him out.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

They came in through the back gate out of the woods, Eddy carrying the long crosscut saw.

There was no moon and they walked ankle deep in the sandy road through the trees down to the dock and the warehouse on the bay.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

Well, Dick owes me a lot of money for pulling his squaw through pneumonia and I guess he wanted a row so he wouldn’t have to take it out in work.

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.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.