White frogmarched me forward, pistol jammed into my cheek.
I had a gun in my cheek.
I was holding a pistol, pressing it into White's cheek.
In all his writing, the author has never mentioned any women.
A large black dog is sleeping indoors.
Everyone was inclined to think that Mr. Inglethorp was guilty.
A dog is thirsty.
A girl wearing a shirt is sitting at the table and drinking.
That woman is mental health itself.