Jack raised his glass, careful not to spill any more, then stopped.

Jack saw me coming, and raised his hand in a slight salute.

When the waiter came back with it Jack raised the glass.

Knowing his duty, Jack stepped forward and raised both arms.

Before the elder brother could reply, Jack raised his voice.

Jack pushed it away and raised the bottle to his lips.

Still right on top of me, Jack thought, and raised the bottle to his lips.

Jack raised his head a tiny bit and looked across the room.

Jack raised his eyes to heaven, and walked on past her to the altar.

Jack raised his voice and shouted into the mike stand.