The old monk got up and poked at the fire.

He looked like a tired old monk on his way to evening prayer.

An old monk was standing in front of them with a long scroll.

He looked at the old monk with tears in his eyes.

The old monk could not at first see the visitor.

They also took all copies the old monk had made.

The old monk could have been wrong in his translations.

He sat slowly on an old monk's bench, thinking hard.

Each novice was put under the care of an older monk.

The old monk had told it to him fifty times.