Uncle Peter stood in a flood of light at the door of his room.
He crossed the Rubicon of a door-mat and stood in the unlighted hall.
She stood by the table, the light from a shaded lamp making her colour glow.
He stood in deep shadow and the girl had been too absorbed in the play to note his coming.
It had been folly enough while he believed that she stood ready to accept him and his wealth.
When you thought of Kate, you remembered precisely how she sat, how she stood, and how she walked.
Another step, and she stood at the door of Malbone's apartment.
But bear witness, parliamentary records, how stood the fact!
She stood aghast all this time, partly with real, partly with affected, surprise.
A candle had recently been lighted, and it stood on the table near this man.