Boots squelched in mud as the speaker turned from the doorway.

Then the voice went muffled, as if the speaker turned aside to address someone else.

That speaker turned to the man in the checked shirt.

Both speakers turned at a sound from the outer office.

The speaker turned away, his nose in the air.

The speaker turned and glided past them out the door of the office to the steps and the street.

The speaker mounted the steps, turned, and faced the assembly.

The speaker gave Sithas a thoughtful look, then turned and left the hall by the door behind the throne.

Its tiny speaker turned her excited voice to a high-pitched buzz.

Without waiting for an answer, the speaker turned the doorknob and stuck her head in the door.