No one suggested a move in any direction--in fact, no one felt like moving at all.

Everything stood stockstill while Anderson slowly pulled himself together; everything waited dumbly for its own comatose condition to be dispelled by the man who had been hit the hardest.
It was not until late in the afternoon that Blucher Peabody, the druggist, awoke from his lethargy and moved as though he intended to take the initiative.

"Blootch" was Rosalie's most persistent admirer.

He had fallen heir to his father's apothecary shop and notion store, and he was regarded as one of the best catches in town.

He approached the half-frozen crowd that huddled near old Mrs.Luce's front gate.