More recently he gave in and moved into his own 12-by-13 cubicle.

He went back into the cubicle and sat on his bed again.

She was talking to a woman in one of the cubicles.

In the next half hour I went through four cubicles.

This cubicle was the sort of place where people died.

The building was dark except for the light in a cubicle on the left.

The little cubicle, just inside the front door, was like something from a museum.

You can put them all in the same size cubicle and they do different things.

He stopped before a small cubicle on the other side of the room.

A few minutes later he came to one cubicle near the center of the building that felt important.

I wait five and then ten minutes in a cubicle.

There was no one within any of the small cubicles.

Then a door opened just a couple of cubicles away.

Which means that the cubicle, as we know it, is dead.

He was about to leave his cubicle for possibly the last time.

That person, sitting in a cubicle miles away, may know what to do.

A cubicle is open on one side to allow access.

"Just sitting in my cubicle trying to get some work done."

She made it to a cubicle and reached for the door just as someone else did.

When that moment came, however, he was not in his cubicle.

On the way she had to pass one open door, that of Cubicle 7.

I left my talk unit back in the work cubicle.

The room was private, but on that account a cubicle.

Not just the one in the closed cubicle but all of them.

I stepped out of the cubicle and to the door.

I was in the stalls, right hand side, and could see everything.

My boy was in one of the two stalls to the right.

Like a child she went to one or two stalls, making me look the other way.

While I was there, she came out of the stalls.

Today the market is open six days a week, and there are over 80 stalls.

There are now 72 stalls in the open air market.

The stalls here are set up early in the morning and taken down that night.

In the city's main market, only half the stalls were open.

He walked past him and into one of the stalls.

A large number of market stalls are also present throughout the town.

It was over on the far side of the market, beyond the stalls.

What interested me more were the stalls to the far right.

She turned round, her back against one of the stalls.

The 2007 book fair had a total of 474 stalls.

Nor was there anything in any of the other stalls.

There were only a few stalls, for his own good stock.

Where am I going to find the stalls for all these animals?

The workers here actually sleep in the stalls with them until they get too big.

Lines at most of the stalls in the food court are 10 deep.

As we walk in, a woman is coming out with a radio from one of the stalls.

Quietly, she made her way down the line of stalls.

I could hear the animals moving about in their stalls.

Inside, the south end is given over to horse stalls.

So that's how we ended up with the two stalls.

At food stalls, a meal may cost less than half that.

More recently he gave in and moved into his own 12-by-13 cubicle.

He went back into the cubicle and sat on his bed again.

She was talking to a woman in one of the cubicles.

In the next half hour I went through four cubicles.

This cubicle was the sort of place where people died.

The building was dark except for the light in a cubicle on the left.

The little cubicle, just inside the front door, was like something from a museum.

You can put them all in the same size cubicle and they do different things.

He stopped before a small cubicle on the other side of the room.

A few minutes later he came to one cubicle near the center of the building that felt important.

I wait five and then ten minutes in a cubicle.

There was no one within any of the small cubicles.

Then a door opened just a couple of cubicles away.

Which means that the cubicle, as we know it, is dead.

He was about to leave his cubicle for possibly the last time.

That person, sitting in a cubicle miles away, may know what to do.

A cubicle is open on one side to allow access.

"Just sitting in my cubicle trying to get some work done."

She made it to a cubicle and reached for the door just as someone else did.

When that moment came, however, he was not in his cubicle.

On the way she had to pass one open door, that of Cubicle 7.

I left my talk unit back in the work cubicle.

The room was private, but on that account a cubicle.

Not just the one in the closed cubicle but all of them.

I stepped out of the cubicle and to the door.

Annie, his wife, came out of the little office cubicle at the back, where she had been working on the books.

We had spent too many hours hunkered down in office cubicles.

There's barely room in the crown, which is about the size of a small office cubicle, to have a friend take your photo.

One of those places is the corporate office cubicle.

He cut down the walls of office cubicles to half-size.

A row of small office cubicles was partitioned off along the wall.

The apartment was a warren of small office cubicles.

Pistol in hand, Sean ran to the door of the office cubicle and jerked it open.

Job reappeared in the door of the office cubicle.

There was a glassed-in office cubicle in the near corner with a woman at a small desk.

His partner Milosevic was alone in his own office cubicle.

Her "official" office cubicle looked strangely virginal, since she was almost never there.

Charlie paced from wall to wall of her office cubicle.

The interior was divided into small office cubicles with interconnecting doors, about 20 on a floor.

They had been separated into groups of two and placed in office cubicles guarded by two men each.

Modular office cubicles now fill its five dozen marble-floored bedrooms.

The once-grand hall here had been partitioned into a waiting room and a dozen office cubicles.

He was in his glass-fronted office cubicle, tinkering with a distributor cap.

Lines of neat grey office cubicles and executive workstation pods.

It's the kind that's available in every corner of the neighbourhood college canteen or office cubicle."

As an afterthought, Leeta closed the door to her office cubicle.

The idea, Ms. Pollock said, is to have the machines available without making the rooms look like office cubicles.

No one wants to pass up a raucous weekend skiing to spend more time slaving away in an office cubicle.

He wakes up in an office cubicle.

They smell of wood and are more pleasing below deck in the way that a mahogany study is preferable to an office cubicle.

More recently he gave in and moved into his own 12-by-13 cubicle.

He went back into the cubicle and sat on his bed again.

She was talking to a woman in one of the cubicles.

In the next half hour I went through four cubicles.

This cubicle was the sort of place where people died.

The building was dark except for the light in a cubicle on the left.

The little cubicle, just inside the front door, was like something from a museum.

You can put them all in the same size cubicle and they do different things.

He stopped before a small cubicle on the other side of the room.

A few minutes later he came to one cubicle near the center of the building that felt important.

I wait five and then ten minutes in a cubicle.

There was no one within any of the small cubicles.

Then a door opened just a couple of cubicles away.

Which means that the cubicle, as we know it, is dead.

He was about to leave his cubicle for possibly the last time.

That person, sitting in a cubicle miles away, may know what to do.

A cubicle is open on one side to allow access.

"Just sitting in my cubicle trying to get some work done."

She made it to a cubicle and reached for the door just as someone else did.

When that moment came, however, he was not in his cubicle.

On the way she had to pass one open door, that of Cubicle 7.

I left my talk unit back in the work cubicle.

The room was private, but on that account a cubicle.

Not just the one in the closed cubicle but all of them.

I stepped out of the cubicle and to the door.