1 Very good, you needn't wait to see.
2 Then she remembered what she had been waiting for.
3 We were waiting for him to come home with the money.
4 She was waiting for us, her figure defined by the light from the half-opened door.
5 I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
6 A very sullen-faced man stood at the corner of O'Connell Bridge waiting for the little Sandymount tram to take him home.
7 She sat amid the chilly circle of her accomplishments, waiting for some suitor to brave it and offer her a brilliant life.
8 She was to go away with him by the night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres where he had a home waiting for her.
9 While we were waiting he brought out the catapult which bulged from his inner pocket and explained some improvements which he had made in it.
10 Her hopes and visions were so intricate that she no longer saw the white pillows on which her gaze was fixed or remembered that she was waiting for anything.
11 The Freeman man had come in to say that he could not wait for the concert as he had to report the lecture which an American priest was giving in the Mansion House.
12 Mrs. Mercer stood up to go: she was sorry she couldn't wait any longer, but it was after eight o'clock and she did not like to be out late as the night air was bad for her.
13 After waiting for a little time he saw them coming towards him and, when they turned to the right, he followed them, stepping lightly in his white shoes, down one side of Merrion Square.
14 The first tenor and the baritone and Miss Healy stood together, waiting tranquilly, but Mr. Bell's nerves were greatly agitated because he was afraid the audience would think that he had come late.
15 He was a shabby stooped little drunkard with a white face and a white moustache and white eyebrows, pencilled above his little eyes, which were pink-veined and raw; and all day long he sat in the bailiff's room, waiting to be put on a job.
16 They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone.
17 On the closed square piano a pudding in a huge yellow dish lay in waiting and behind it were three squads of bottles of stout and ale and minerals, drawn up according to the colours of their uniforms, the first two black, with brown and red labels, the third and smallest squad white, with transverse green sashes.
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