There was a pause, during which Sasha was keenly aware of Coz behind her, waiting.
There was a pause during which the girl must have mulled over her situation.
There was a pause during which the only sound was a curatorial assistant taking notes by hand.
There was a pause, during which Sasha felt that she was being confronted; the woman knew, had known all along.
There was a pause, during which she took this in, then she nodded, as if trying it out.
There is a pause, during which one feels Franzen leaning inexorably, and rather endearingly, in a direction that can do him no good.
There was a pause, during which I heard nothing but the faint, familiar sounds of a busy call center, followed by a man with a Midwestern accent butchering my husband's last name.
There is a pause, during which my father spits, and then the conversation turns to the price of cattle, the E.E.C., butter mountains, the cost of lime and sheep-dip.
(Barnes returns with Carolyn Larson. She is young and pretty, with a lot of dark-brown hair, done up in beehive style. She wears a white wool two-piece dress that comes to just above her knees. There is a pause, during which Preminger seems to be trying to decide whether or not to stand up).
There was a pause, during which everyone in the room looked over and mentally supplied the answer: she likes it if it's a size 6, and not if it's an 8. Then we turned back, regarding each other as human mirrors, in which, for a moment, there was no gap between the real and imaginary.
