Miss Evans used to puff and pant coming up the stairs.

The sun was hot, and they puffed and panted, but who cared?

Not a bead of sweat on him as we puffed and panted alongside.

Mrs. Jonas puffed and panted up the hill to learn if it were true.

As the creatures paused to puff and pant, the back half of the platform kept sinking into the mud.

Beside him Moore puffed and panted and wiped at his bleeding face.

He puffed and panted behind the others, gritting his teeth with the effort of trying to keep up with them.

Rlinda puffed and panted climbing the metal stairs, but she figured the exercise could only do her good.

He reached back to give Laverne a hand where he puffed and panted. '

Together, my husband and I puffed and panted through six weeks of Lamaze instruction.

Jack puffed and panted and threw his neighbour's bike into the rack beside Spike's.

He puffed and panted like the rest of us, but he had a determination not to get out, just like he does now.

We'd puffed and panted, laughed and (almost) cried.

We puffed and panted up the mountainside, up the steepest paved road I've ever seen, to the farm next door to the hotel.

I puffed and panted slowly up the rough path beside a tumbling burn, thankful that Robin stopped often, though his stride was long.

Slow Swissification may seem lovely to some, but it is a death sentence for everything Japan has puffed and panted to be since the Second World War.

It was just a fantasy I nurtured for a few years as I puffed and panted my way through the ten-foots and alleyways of downtown Hull.

On the second trip, the Consul carried one end of Masteen's M6bius cube while Lunar Hoyt puffed and panted under the other end. '

As they watched, a heavy box was brought out of the god-house by a gang of Googles, who puffed and panted as they lugged it to the cube.

The Memphis Lily, the Lily with long brown hair, who puffed and panted after twenty minutes on the treadmill, would never have done what blond strong Lily did to Marshall next.

After having dutifully puffed and panted through natural childbirth classes and then sweated out the actual delivery, suddenly being cooped up at home with a squalling, mysterious infant and a tired, distracted wife isn't necessarily the transcendent joy it's advertised to be.

Patrick. -- Responses Sought -- A boy will toil up hill with a toboggan for the sake of a few brief moments of bliss during the descent; no one has to urge him to be industrious, and however he may puff and pant he is still happy.