As midday approached, the thought rose in my mind that perhaps she'd passed away during the night.
He looked back at the bottles, and an unbidden thought rose in his mind.
And then a dreadful, ugly thought rose inside him.
The thought rose in Brutha's mind: this is how the exquisitors speak.
He seldom let those thoughts rise to the surface of his mind.
The thought rose to the surface like a champagne bubble, so bright and happy that she giggled out loud.
A tiny, half-formed thought rose at the back of Marion's mind.
The fourth thought rose in the darkness like some ugly creature from the depths.
In such moments of the trilogy there is so little national background, thoughts rise to the common human level.
He looked at them, and a dreadful thought rose briefly in his mind like bad gas from a deep mineshaft.
