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Usage examples of closet.

Trent put the doctored ampule of Marcaine in the pocket of his white hospital coat, which hung in the front closet.

Hard and sweaty, he lay with his hands locked under his head, staring at the ceiling and forcing himself to concentrate on the mystery of where Jessica Adams, anchorwoman superstar and closet porn watcher, could be.

After helping clean dishes and kitchen, Lena retired to the couch with a paperback and Andi closeted herself in the bedroom to phone her mom.

The wife only sleeps in the closet when her husband asks her--an event which only occurs at certain periods, and the separation does not last for more than a few days.

Three servants were springing into sight when Atlee flung himself across the lower hallway, to reach a closet.

Wildly, Atlee darted from the closet and made for the elevators, at the very moment when The Shadow was most furiously engaged.

Some time later, Mohammed and the bearers returned from the shopping expedition to Beira, and he and Flynn immediately closeted themselves in secret conclave in the arsenal.

The ceiling was festooned with chamber pots, lavatory seats, Victorian enema pumps, soil-glaze drainpipes, grease traps, earthenware urinals, calking tools, spanners, closet hoppers, faucets, tack moulds, basin wrenches, yarning chisels, a very old thawing steamer, bibcocks, a jerking shank and numerous blowtorches with assorted ends.

The closets were surprisingly full, considering how limited had been the wardrobe Boney usually wore.

Then Pierce realized that he could not now turn toward home, but would have to go on to the cemetery, wherever it was, and help to get Boney into his closet in the earth, from which there is no exit.

He had been again for half an hour closeted with Byrne and the Bugologist, certain letters being under inspection.

I ran up the beautifully carpeted, silent steps to the guest bedroom, opened the closet door, and opened two breakers.

Sighing, Stef dropped his robe among the other castoffs on the floor and plowed into a musty closet, looking for something clean.

And then she ran for the door and threw the bolt, yanked Petya to his feet, and then there were footsteps on the porch and Clio was already in the spare room upstairs, inside the closet and fumbling at the window.

Every stitch J of clothing she owned had been tossed out of closets and f dressers and scattered about like the remnants of a closeout i sale.