He was happy.

Jim was asleep.

She was crying.

His face was red.

Then he was dead.

It was going well.

It was very jolly.

One was a big buck.

She was frightened.

Dick was a big man.

There was no answer.

He was still asleep.

His wife was silent.

Everybody was drunk.

There was no answer.

The day was very hot.

It was a good dinner.

He was smoking a pipe.

That was a way she had.

Then the bull was gone.

He was very fond of it.

What was that word we⁠—

He was drunk all right.

Was anything the matter?

It was Gatsby’s mansion.

It was simply priceless.

It was cold on the water.

He was really very fast.

It was absolutely topping.

There was no need of that.

He was nervously unsteady.

What was the trouble about?

He was delighted with Italy.

It was a frightfully hot day.

She was clipping a rose bush.

She knew it was for the best.

He knew how big a man he was.

She was a Christian Scientist.

His face was sweaty and dirty.

It was awful while he was gone.

Her head was turned to one side.

He was Spider Kelly’s star pupil.

What was the trouble about, dear?

The doctor was very uncomfortable.

In the upper bunk was her husband.

The log was just awash in the lake.

The king was working in the garden.

It was funny going along that road.

The men were just home that was all.

If she let herself go it was better.