"But his sitting there eating in that—that shirt—" said his sister.
Mrs. Rushton was sitting at her work, in rather a disconsolate frame of mind.
His nephew, with his coat stripped off, was sitting on the side of the bed.
“Would that you had been with us,” said Ambrose, sitting down beside him on the step.
She's sitting up nights to corner all the Amalgamated Hard-luck on ...