The big black man came to the table, yawned, stretched his magnificent body, and looked at the food.

The man who was listening yawned and took a step or two away, never taking his eyes off her.

The man sat several minutes longer on the steps, then stood up and yawned.

The man behind the glass wall yawned again and again.

The old man yawned, stretched, and then ambled off to his room.

The old man yawned and made the sign of the cross over his mouth.

The old man yawned and swung his legs from the bed.

So the man yawned and went in to his breakfast.

Yes, the blind man yawned, loudly and long, like one who is ready for bed.

Between Soa and these men yawned an open hole in the rock floor.