Compassion and pity stirred within the young man.

But pity stirred me, and I could not do this thing.

He looked down into the woman's once-pretty face and pity stirred with disgust as he moved her aside.

Like poodles, she thought, as pity stirred.

Laurence could not regret the prince's death, yet pity stirred; he did not suppose anyone else would have her as companion now.

Tears were running down her wrinkled, autocratic old face, and I felt pity stir within me and build in intensity.

Now pity stirred in Eric's heart, for Swanhild's mien was most heavy, and he leaped down from his horse.

And pity and wonder inly stirred Drew Balen thence away.

She is no longer young, thought Fergus, and pity stirred in him, and with it a thread of forgiveness.

Magnus felt pity stir within him, but told himself sternly that she was not his care.