1 Frome turned away again, and taking up his razor stooped to catch the reflection of his stretched cheek in the blotched looking-glass above the wash-stand.
2 A mournful peace hung on the fields, as though they felt the relaxing grasp of the cold and stretched themselves in their long winter sleep.
3 A bright fire glowed in the stove and the cat lay stretched before it, watching the table with a drowsy eye.
4 He sat down, drew his pipe from his pocket and stretched his feet to the glow.
5 For a while she sat motionless, as if reflecting, her arms stretched along the arms of her chair, her eyes fixed on vacancy.
6 He stretched out his legs, drove his heels into the road to keep the sled from slipping forward, and bent her head back between his hands.
7 He tried in vain to roll over in the direction of the sound, and stretched his left arm out across the snow.
8 Her face felt stiff as from pain and her mouth actually hurt from having stretched it, unwillingly, in smiles to prevent the twins from learning her secret.
9 The monotonous rows of soldiers' graves at Oakland Cemetery stretched longer every day.
10 He stretched out his long legs in their scarred high boots for them to admire.
11 Nerves which had been stretched tighter and tighter each day of the retreat began to reach the breaking point.
12 Lying in the pitiless sun, shoulder to shoulder, head to feet, were hundreds of wounded men, lining the tracks, the sidewalks, stretched out in endless rows under the car shed.
13 So she had unharnessed him and crawled, sodden with fatigue, into the back of the wagon and stretched her aching legs.
14 They had evidently spent the night under the trees in someone's front yard, for a sand and gravel driveway stretched out before her, winding away under an avenue of cedars.
15 Through the window, in the faint light of the rising moon, Tara stretched before her, negroes gone, acres desolate, barns ruined, like a body bleeding under her eyes, like her own body, slowly bleeding.