The girl started and laid her hands upon my shoulders again.
In the boat moved by magic over the great deep, the girl lay looking up into the dark.
Hell, that girl could have laid there for a week.
A very small girl lay near him, staring up at the sky.
A girl lay on the ground at his feet, her red hair stiff with blood.
The girl came in and laid the table for supper.
The girl lay a few feet away, on her back, eyes shut.
The girl approached and laid her hand upon his arm.
The girl lay very quiet; she did not struggle at all.
Alone of their party, the girl still lay quietly asleep.
