Grace was sitting on the bed, trying to calm him.

Grace sat, feeling limper than she liked, but also triumphant.

Grace sat silent for a moment, her mind racing.

Grace sat and had tea while he ate, watched him with her steady, almond-shaped eyes.

Grace sat alone, on the left side of the church, in the second pew from the front.

Grace sat behind Luke in the snowmobile, her arms holding him around the waist.

Grace sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments.

Grace sat on the sofa, ran her hand over the seat.

Grace walked into the room and sat on the couch.

Grace sat to her right, next to the duke of Sheffield.