I sat silent for a few minutes, taking all of this in.

I sat silent, and he too, as if nothing could please him better.

The others all sat silent for a moment, their eyes on him.

There they both sat silent, but holding hands, for nearly half an hour.

For a while they sat silent, looking into the street.

He sat silent after that, and no one asked him any more questions.

For a moment he sat silent, as though trying to come up with the right words.

Then Francisco, who had been sitting silent, spoke for the first time.

They sat silent for a time, words no good to them.

They all sat silent for a moment, looking at each other.