The Duke sat upright, a commanding tone coming into his voice.

Sure enough, if that same Bill had been carried, the Duke would be sitting on his father's throne.

Earl was about to ask Duke to sit in back when he did so without prompting.

At the far end of the yard the Duke had planted his branch in the ground and was sitting under it like a potentate.

Duke sat down and began noisily to lick his private parts.

If Duke sits and glances at his handler, it may mean trouble ahead.

The Dukes were sitting on the farther pair, and turned just their heads toward the newcomers.

As guest of honor, the Duke sat at the center of the table.

The Duke nodded, and sat abruptly on a stool beside the bed.

The Duke sat again, pulling his chair to the table so suddenly that its legs scraped loudly on the floor.