A pot sat on the simple little table between the two chairs, but there was no second cup.

She got up and moved out into the open space between the chairs and the stage.

Then he placed it on the small table between the chairs and folded his hands.

She flashed under the table as if running for her life, between the chairs, out the kitchen door, into the dining room.

I pushed between the chairs and escaped to the open field.

Painfully she moved so that her body was between him and the chairs.

A low table sat between the chairs, stacked with magazines.

He sat down on a stool which was clearly waiting for him in front of the fire, between the two chairs.

He gestured at the low table between the two chairs.

She set down the book and her cup on the low table between the chairs.