But no other head was to be found on any of the shelves.

They seemed to be on the other side of the shelves to my right.

At the other end of the shelf sat a dark figure.

Without waiting for an answer, she walked over to a wall of shelves.

The first set of shelves I ever put up were perfect.

She stood up quickly and walked to the end of the shelf.

One of the shelves had a space just large enough for the book, and that was where he put it.

Some of the shelves are filled with his own works.

This section of the shelf had not moved since 1946.

The back wall had been home to a pair of shelves.