The priest started at a horrible realization: he hadn't put his hood on.
The priest started to speak, but Darrah talked over him.
In 1787, some priests started a rebellion against Portuguese rule.
The priest started after him, waving the pistol and screaming.
The priest started toward the stranger and then stopped, indecisive.
The priest sat down next to us and started chatting.
He was on his feet before the priest had even started to rise.
The priest started to count when the big hand of his watch was exactly on twelve.
The priest frowned, started to say something, and then seemed to think better of it.
Again the priest started to say something, then stopped.
