The gentleman turned and rushed to the apartment door, and I followed quickly behind him.

The gentleman had paused in the street, and turned himself half about, still with his eyes fixed on the shop-window.

The two gentlemen looked at each other, then turned away from the house and walked on.

"The gentleman has turned his ankle on our detestable stairs."

The cab started down the street and the gentleman turned, heading toward the club entrance.

A solitary old gentleman on his way back from the pillar-box turned into a side road and vanished.

The gentleman and lady turn around, while keeping hold of their partner's waist.

The gentleman turned his head to gaze with sudden intensity at a distant line of white hills.

Ladies and gentlemen, the wheel has turned, and it is time.

An older gentleman, eyes protected by a plastic face shield, turned to look at them.