1 A wave of shyness pulled him back into the dark angle of the wall, and he stood there in silence instead of making his presence known to her.
2 Mattie blushed to the roots of her hair and pulled her needle rapidly twice or thrice through her work, insensibly drawing the end of it away from him.
3 He pulled on his wet coat again and went back to the barn to feed the greys.
4 He started down the road toward their house, but at the end of a few yards he pulled up sharply, the blood in his face.
5 He pulled the sled out, blinking like a night-bird as he passed from the shade of the spruces into the transparent dusk of the open.
6 Stuart halted, too, and the darky boy pulled up a few paces behind them.
7 Ellen sat down in the chair which Gerald pulled out for her and four voices attacked her.
8 Mammy pulled and jerked vigorously and, as the tiny circumference of whalebone-girdled waist grew smaller, a proud, fond look came into her eyes.
9 Gerald, riding ahead, pulled up his horse and signed to Toby to stop the carriage where the two roads met.
10 She looked up at him and saw that his mouth was pulled down at the corners in mock sympathy, even while he swished the fan.
11 They never knew what wires he pulled.
12 He reached up and taking her hand pulled her back into her chair.
13 Perspiration came down her face in streams as she pulled her skirts from clutching hands.
14 The room was in semigloom, for Scarlett had pulled down the shades to shut out the heat and brightness.
15 Slowly, laboriously, she heaved herself over and pulled her heavy skirts up to her thighs.