The figure had stopped at the foot of the dunes.

The figure stopped dead and saw them obviously for the first time.

No figure of authority stopped me, though the little house seemed crowded with them.

A figure in black hurrying down the street stopped suddenly when she saw him.

The figure had stopped; now it was moving back down the steps.

The dark figure stopped by the dead carter and reached down.

The two little figures hesitated, started back, stopped and turned.

The figure stopped, turned their way, and seemed to be waiting.

A tall figure had stopped not far from a corner.

The figure stopped and looked around, perhaps having heard something.