He thought about ignoring it but habit and a sense of duty drew him back.

The sense of claustrophobia added to the atmosphere and drew me into the story.

Finally his sense of friendship drew him out of bed.

I think that some sense of her presence must have drawn me, since suddenly I turned to see her standing before me.

Less equivocal here than it had been in the storm drains, my sixth sense drew me to the right, south.

This sense, and his treatment of others, draws the attention of his female friends.

A sense of connection draws professionals from various fields to join networking groups.

No sense to draw attention, when their hour was so close.

He was on complete alert, every sense drawn fine, feeling and listening for any slightest change in that endless void hum.

A sense of fellowship in extraordinary times drew everyone closer, to hug, to touch, to share the wonder.