The younger priest took his arm and drew him to the door.

Presently a priest of the temple drew near, and asked me of my business.

Then a large white screen came down out of the ceiling, and before it was solidly in place, the priest drew me to one side.

In horror the priest drew away, thinking these are the ravings of a dying man.

The blades glittered in the moonlight and the priest drew back.

The priest reached into his cassock and drew forth a small object.

The priest drew closer, set the bucket down and extended his hand to Quinn.

The priest fumbled in his breast and drew something forth.

The young priest drew in a deep breath, seeking to feel once more the calm of the forest.

The priest drew me away until we stood in a small curtain area.