The girl panted, one hand at her throat.

The girl panted at his side.

"I've just made up my own quadratic equation," the girl panted triumphantly.

"The riders," the little girl panted as Magdelene reached down to pull her the last few feet.

The girl panted as if running.

But - the more the girls panted, the more the boys pouted.

The girl panted, staring at him as if she did not believe what she had seen and heard.

The girl was panting, her eyes wide with terror, thin hands clutched in the region of her heart.

The girl was panting like a stag at bay and I began to wonder whether I might not have done her an injury.