Dusty shouted as a chunk of stone crushed a stainless steel cabinet.
She rested her cheek against the cool stone wall.
It's like someone dropped a stone in the lake.
The stone floors were drafty, so she put on slippers and padded into the bright hallway of her wing of the manor.
Only by laying stone on stone with the cooperation of all, by the millions of generations from our forefather Adam to our own times, is that temple reared which is to be a worthy dwelling place of the Great God, he added, and closed his eyes.