I watched her turn away and head toward the High Street.

I turned back to Grandmother, watched her turn through a circle, bowing to the beauty around us.

He watched her turn on lamps and go to the window to tell him it was still snowing.

I watched her turn under the archway that led to the lobby.

He watched her turn to the young man behind the cigar counter.

He watched her turn slowly away and go to the wardrobe.

He watched her turn to see if Mahinda, the servant, was close at hand.

Skip watched her turn to the desk as she asked the question and pick up a can he thought at first was bug spray.

His smile was a little easier as he watched her turn and rush towards the back of the house.

Not to the village, for I watched her turn away.