The high priest seemed to be trying to say something to the apparent leader of the group, but they all ignored him.

But first, before any of us spoke, the blind priest seemed to sense our presence.

In a peculiar way the priests seem to think they own him.

Nor did the priest seem to be here as a missionary.

But the priests of the temple seemed to have decided to begin.

The older priests seemed to know the character he pretended to be.

It was after this that the old priest seemed to collapse.

The priest frowned, started to say something, and then seemed to think better of it.

The fat little priest seemed to want to say more.

The priest seemed like he was the center of the world.