At the edge of the ravine she paused and stood gasping for breath.

She stood gasping for a minute, then turned and stared, too tired and bewildered to feel any surprise.

They stood gasping for breath, waiting for the Dragon.

The priest stood gasping for breath, his face working.

At last she stood gasping above him; he lay senseless and bloody at her feet.

For a long moment he stood gasping, while the pressure in the closet-sized little chamber rose around him.

He stood gasping for a moment, then he looked up at the screen.

Each time the whistles called us back, and we stood gasping for all too few seconds while they cursed us.

The other stood gasping for a few moments, and then staggered back into a chair.

The Dark King had now caught up, and stood gasping after his brief run.