He was happy.

Jim was asleep.

She was crying.

His face was red.

Then he was dead.

It was very jolly.

It was going well.

One was a big buck.

She was frightened.

Dick was a big man.

There was no answer.

There was no answer.

His wife was silent.

He was still asleep.

Everybody was drunk.

It was a good dinner.

The day was very hot.

It was not quite dark.

He was smoking a pipe.

He was drunk all right.

That was a way she had.

Then the bull was gone.

What was that word we⁠—

He was very fond of it.

Was anything the matter?

It was Gatsby’s mansion.

It was simply priceless.

He was really very fast.

It was cold on the water.

There was no need of that.

It was absolutely topping.

He was nervously unsteady.

What was the trouble about?

He was delighted with Italy.

She was clipping a rose bush.

She knew it was for the best.

He knew how big a man he was.

It was a frightfully hot day.

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.

What was the trouble about, dear?

He was Spider Kelly’s star pupil.

He was afraid to look at Marjorie.

In the upper bunk was her husband.

The doctor was very uncomfortable.

The king was working in the garden.

The log was just awash in the lake.

It was funny going along that road.