My uncle stood above me, with an apricot in each hand.

My uncle and I stood to either side of the desk.

My uncle stood at the bottom and received me.

My uncle stood as well, and placed a hand gently upon my shoulder.

Her uncle was standing outside the drawing room, talking to Pritchett.

As she drove away, her uncle was standing exactly where she'd left him.

Your uncle can't stand to be idle for a moment, can he?

Her aunt and uncle were standing at the window.

Her uncle the Emperor stood to the right of the patriarchal throne.

They bowed, and my uncle stood a little time looking after him as he made his way amidst the crowd.