Remo's back was now against the marble wall on the landing.

The smooth marble walls continued downward on all four sides.

They skirted the parking lot and walked along the white marble wall.

He leaned back against the marble wall to the side of the stairs and listened to his heart beat.

She looked into the pulpit and saw that he had dragged himself up to a sitting position, his back to the marble wall.

He lifted his arms to touch the cold marble walls.

Direct pressure made each cup adhere to the marble wall.

They had divided into two groups and were putting something on the marble walls.

Everyone remembered how that one ended: every last terrorist shot against the marble walls.

He leaned against a marble wall as though no longer able to support his own weight.