At the second floor the servants turned into the corridor.

The fleeting form was gone before the servant turned about and went back into the house.

Even the servants in the palace turned against me, and would not look upon my face.

As the servant turned about, the telephone began to ring.

The servants of the king then turned to run away.

Then, without further ado, the servant turned and left the room.

The servant turned away and ambled to the other end of the room.

Crossing the drive, the servant turned his view toward the town below.

With that, the servant turned and went down to the second floor.

The servants, not knowing which way to go, turned back.