In the chill starlight, I could see her turn to face him.
I've never seen her turn in a bad performance.
Even from a distance he could see her turn.
He followed, saw her turn north when she got to Second Avenue.
He saw her turn and look at him, but couldn't make out her expression in the dark.
They see her turn though, to the darkness, to the night.
As if in a trance, he saw her turn to lead the way.
He saw her turn and look in his direction.
He only saw her turn and move into another room of the tent.
Holding the twisting thing before him, he concentrated on the girl, seeing her turn at the sound of his voice.
