On the future direction of the dollar, one trader said he did not think the dollar's fall had been broken.

His fall was broken by news photographers who were on the dusty ground of what is normally a baseball diamond.

Sloey's fall was broken by the rushing waters far below.

My fall was broken by one of the shrubs.

His fall was broken as he slipped down to the bottom.

His fall was broken by a net not visible to the audience.

My fall was suddenly broken, without jar or impact.

His fall was broken by pine trees and a soft snow cover on the ground.

His fall was broken by trees, 75 meters down.

His fall was broken as every single apple, perhaps five hundred of them, left the tree and thudded to the ground.