Off to the side of the road a figure moved.

His black figure moved low in the night, and then was gone.

A figure moving in the living room, behind the picture window.

More than an hour passed before the figure in the room on the top floor moved again.

Yet, sure enough, he could make out a figure moving about down by the water's edge.

Still the figure in the chair across the dark room never moved.

I saw a dark figure moving slowly toward the tree house.

It was, in fact, less than ten minutes later that I saw a figure moving toward us from the north.

As he got closer, the figure left its cover and moved forward.

We were alone; not a figure moved in the whole of the valley.