The food was good and I tried to eat slowly.

Eat slowly, that's better, while I tell you what happened.

Their food came and they ate slowly, not talking much.

He ate slowly, and very little, but I left nothing to take away.

All night long I could only think of you out there being slowly eaten to death.

He remained that way for a long time, slowly eating.

I was eating slowly, something she had encouraged me to do.

The Bishop sat next to me on the ground, back to the wall, and slowly ate his.

He ate and drank both slowly, as did the others.

He ate slowly, though it was his first meal in over a day.