His wife stood in the light of the open door.
His wife was standing outside the tiny house, a pretty woman, little More than a girl.
His wife stood in the hall light, and he could see her smile.
How can his wife and children stand it with him around the house all the time?
There was a time when my former wife and I couldn't stand the sight of each other, but things are fine now.
His wife and children must stand behind him as they pray.
My wife should stand by me, the party and its cause.
When he opened the door and introduced himself I saw past him to where his wife stood in the middle of the room.
His wife couldn't stand to be in the same apartment with him.
My wife stands in front of me, her eyes small with fear.