Before they reached the door, the Duke strode ahead of her and then turned back so that she had to look at him.

Had he an ounce of reason left in him, Duke would have turned and ran, but the wolf wanted blood.

Duke turned toward her very slowly, his eyes wide with obvious disbelief.

Then the Duke would turn a completely deaf ear to his arguments on everything, for days or even weeks.

The Duke turned back to the children with a frown.

Early in the half, Duke turned the ball over on three consecutive possessions.

Duke turned to the barman and spoke in a low voice.

Duke turned his attention back to the front of the room.

The Duke turned to look at the man in green.

On the third day of the march, the Duke turned sharp south, and told them why.