Michael and I kept on talking for the next four decades.

Even after his father died, they kept on talking about families as though all normal ones had two parents.

They began to talk about architecture, and kept on talking.

The woman kept on talking, and other excited people came in.

He kept on talking, to give her a chance to steel herself and tell him the reason.

But he kept on talking, and I couldn't stop myself from hearing.

He kept on talking as if I had not spoken at all.

He saw her looking at him, and smiled, but kept on talking.

I talked, and kept on talking, for a very long while.

Then he should have stood back and let them keep right on talking.