As he stood there, a familiar figure passed quickly.
His figure passed into the one that was still lighted next to it, the living room.
The three figures passed before me, perhaps thirty feet away moving along the southern border of the institution.
As Dumarest watched it opened and a figure passed through.
The figure passed me quickly, and I lost it in the gloom.
The figure passed, breathing hard, and a few yards ahead turned in at one of the gates.
Two shadowy figures passed through the doors into the hospital.
Nicole was at his side only seconds after the final figure passed him.
Presently another figure passed the gallery opening, coming from further back in the apartment, but going the same way she had.
The flying figure had passed over the center line troops, the ones my fire was holding in check.
