Miller stood there, back to the door, panting, heart hammering.

Miller stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.

Miller rose with some difficulty and stood with one hand to his head.

Miller and I both stood very still until she walked on up out of the draw.

Miller came on down after about a half hour and stood watching me as I fished.

Miller walked to the door and stood outside for some time.

Miller and Weaver stood outside the palace watching the street scene.

As he spoke, Miller stood in the shadows beside a stage constructed for him.

Miller stood beside Mary where she sat in a kitchen chair.

Miller stood 10 yards deep in his end zone and he failed to angle the ball toward the sideline.