He felt it through the door.

It rained all through the evacuation.

What she is going through is called being in labor.

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

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.