There were no feathers, and so far as he could see, all the hens were standing or walking about.
Just as he put up one paw to push the gate open, a low but decidedly ugly growl made him jump back with every hair of his coat standing on end.
Standing at 828 meters (2,717 feet), it has held the title since its completion in 2010.
Groups of bewildered passengers were seen standing outside at least 26 stations - including Tottenham Court Road, Covent Garden and Paddington - as Transport for London (TfL) staff cleared the platforms while the issue was dealt with.
But I alone love the lotus for rising unsullied from mud, bathed by clear waves without appearing seductive, its stem hollow yet straight, without creeping vines or branches, its fragrance growing purer from afar, standing tall and pristine, to be admired from a distance but not profaned by intimate handling.
Boxer was standing in a narrow little path, and Prickly Porky was coming up this little path straight toward him.
Boxer was already standing on that very branch.
"'Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home,'" she declaimed feelingly, standing at the top of the long, dark, shining staircase and apostrophizing the row of grim Priest photographs hanging on the wall.
" "Oh, I'm ready to go now," said Emily, standing up.
" For Emily was standing up, holding out her hands as if pushing some loathly thing from her.
A little old woman was standing in it.
Kent was known to be an "English Church" woman and though Teddy went to the Presbyterian Sunday School, that fact gave him scanty standing among bred-in-the-bone Presbyterian circles.
And me thinking you were full of grit to be standing there like that looking at him cool as a cucumber.
Her world had conceded her standing.
Standing on the platform Miss Brownell, who was not devoid of a superficial, elocutionary knack, read those three wonderful verses.
But there is strength in numbers and at noon hour Emily found herself standing alone on the playground82 facing a crowd of unfriendly faces.
She came up to Emily, standing alone in the middle of the room, and drew her into her arms.
She had finished; she had written a description of the whole occurrence and of that conclave ring of Murrays, and she had wound up by a pathetic description of her own deathbed, with the Murrays standing around imploring her forgiveness.
You were standing in the middle of a room, holding me in your arms, and Mother was lying just before us in a long, black box.
The coffee pot was scalding, the coffee was measured out in a bowl, and broken eggshells for the settling process were standing near.
