easy chair

The American got up from the living room easy chair.

When they had gone, the young man went back to the easy chair.

She sat down in an easy chair across from him.

A man of middle age sat in an easy chair.

There is an easy chair for each of us, too.

The one in the easy chair got to his feet and moved to the window.

My eyes first caught on the easy chair in the living room.

I was sitting in an easy chair about 3 feet from her.

He took it back to the easy chair and sat down.

I looked toward the doctor sitting in the easy chair.

Deep in his easy chair, he turned on the light and opened the paper.

In his low green easy chair he now felt the most comfortable.

She finally got up from the easy chair beside her bed.

Instead, park yourself in an easy chair and spend a few hours reading.

He stood in front of the deep easy chair which had been her station all night.

She saw the easy chair and a little table beside it.

She helped him to his office and to a comfortable easy chair.

Mark sat in the easy chair now and watched her.

The easy chair was just the right height for what she had in mind.

Across the room is an easy chair and a couch.

I sat in an easy chair that was too soft.

Finally she forced herself to look away from him and sit in an easy chair.

When her husband was alive, he would rest in the easy chair as she played music long into the night.

She heard Jeff move again to the easy chair that was a few feet in front of her.

I then set down in my easy chair and asked if they were going home or staying the night.