The twins stood, shaky but on their own power.

George and the twins were standing in a crowd outside the village hall.

Pucky stared at the spot where his twin had been standing.

The twins went forward to the bows of the barge, and stood there, looking out.

He turned and looked significantly at the bush in front of which the twins stood.

The twins stood over it, stirring the last embers with their feet.

The twins and I were standing beside them while they discussed it.

Behind them stood the twins, each with a loaded shotgun ready to pass forward to their father.

The twins, full of restless energy from the long day, stood a moment, then exploded into action.

The twin on my right stood and went to the kitchen to retrieve the wine bottle.