She sank for a second and final time in 1892.
She was sinking in his arms, felt the bed under her.
She sat for a long time, sunk deep in thought.
She was sunk in the second year of the war.
Instead, its share of the market sank to 28.4 percent in July.
A few minutes later, it sank in 93 feet of water.
She sank lower in the water, but it made no difference.
The red sun was starting to sink in the west.
The sun was beginning to sink low in the sky.
He said not a word, but sank to the ground, head in hands.
