hanging scroll

I went to his joint once, back when I was first hanging out in New York, doing plays.

On Thursday night, Brinsley and this friend were hanging together.

Even as they gazed they saw its roof caught up, and whirled off as if it had been a scroll of paper.

The dog stood with hanging head and tail, as if ashamed he had let so many of his enemies get away unharmed.

The latter went immediately to look for his wife, and found her hidden in an attic, hanging to a beam.

Her eyes were not nearly as soft as they had been, while she picked up the hanging folds of pink cloth, and went on.

She had been walking alone with her arms hanging limp, letting her white skirts trail along the dewy path.