Every time he opened his lips the water pulled away.

The water pulled at him, rushing toward the sea; the tide had begun to turn.

Then the water pulled them beyond the room onto a pile of boulders just outside.

The water would pull back out, then forty minutes later surf's up again.

The inrushing water pulled them in through the hole and they were lost.

The water pulled the hole together, and the boot held it, so he remarried.

The water soaked into his clothes and helped pull him down, almost to the bottom, where a ledge cut across the pool.

The river by now had risen above their knees and it was difficult to stagger along, because the water pulled against them the whole time.

The water pulled him under again and sharp claws tore at the child's flesh.

The water pulled at them, but Harry's car got through.