A couple of landscapes hung on the walls: original oils, by the look of them.

On his belt hung a long, straight sword and a couple of knives.

Reluctant to be chased from their large $3,000-a-month apartment, the couple hung on for nearly three years.

A couple of faded paper lanterns hung from the pressed-tin ceiling.

A couple of times he hung around long enough to try to set fire to his building.

The first couple of days he worried about the Drive and hung around Control a lot.

A couple of men hung back, clearly terrified.

A couple of propane gas lanterns hung from the rafters.

Below him, about ten stories, a couple of straggler stickies hung on to the rope.

It may have been midnight, and most of the servants had taken off their uniforms, but couples were still hanging in there.