By the time Mark reached home that evening, the pains in his head were excruciating.

Mark reached in through the bars, detached the keys, and brought them out.

Mark reached from the boat and caught the raging girl by the hair.

As they stood to leave, Marks reached into the pocket of his coat and threw the contents onto the table.

It is in the middle of this swirl that Mark reaches the highest part of his trip.

Mark reached over and squeezed the back of her neck.

Mark reached the tree well ahead of her and was already dismounting by the time she got there.

Mark seemed about to say something, but instead reached into his briefcase and placed a file on the table.

Mark reached for the handle, turned, and shoved the door open.

Mark reached over and laid his hand on her arm.