71.   He stood on the moonlit grass, swaying slightly, holding himself upright but still fast asleep.

72.   He stood on the pavement watching for something, some sign of her presence in the house.

73.   He stood on the street corner, haranguing passers-by about the stupidity of the forthcoming war.

74.   He was simmering down, or more exactly, getting a little tired as they stood on the sidewalk waiting for a street-car.

75.   He was so close to her, his arms brushing lightly against hers, making her hairs stand on end.

76.   He was standing on a piling at the ferry slip in Brooklyn when the ferry hit it a glancing blow.

77.   He was standing on the bridge looking at the river beneath.

78.   He was standing on the landing at the top, face white.

79.   He was standing on the pavement of a street called Southampton Row.

80.   He would stand on the corner and chat with those passing by.