The young woman dug into one of the out bins.

And the old woman dug her hand into the laced-up top, then brought out a little pasteboard box.

The woman beside him dug a stone out of the packed dust before she rose.

The beautiful woman smiled and dug into her purse.

There was certainly nothing sweet about him, no matter how deep down a woman might dig.

But after a while the woman rose and dug with her hands a hollow in the sand.

In the suburbs, the women and children dug rifle pits.

The wretched woman dug her nails into the child's head.

The woman with the sore ears dug for her own weapon.

The woman dug in her heels now at any suggestion of fewer, though.