The groanings and sighings of the dying man.
Sighing again, she opened her door.
The countess lowered her eyes, sighing deeply.
Sighing deeply, he told Rita he was finished for the day, jogged down the stairs to his car, and fought the late afternoon crosstown traffic to Ethel Rosewater's office.
Gio hesitated before sighing.
And sighing disdainfully, he again changed his position.