He goes on talking at me, but I can understand only about one word in three.
There seemed nothing more to say, but I wanted us to go on talking.
There was something going on that they weren't talking about.
He seemed to consider for a moment whether or not to go on talking.
He went on talking while I tried to figure out what it meant.
I let him go on talking, trying to get the other thing out of my mind.
He didn't really want to go on talking to me, but I wasn't willing to let him stop.
We just went right on talking like he wasn't even there.
How much longer do we have to go on talking about it?
Then he went on talking before father had time to say a word.