We were having lunch when she called on us.
When he entered the room I was hammering a nail into the wall to hang up a picture.
When I passed by, you were talking to an old woman.
He was walking up the stairs when he suddenly fell and broke his leg.
They said they were leaving for Italy at the beginning of July.
We were unpacking and making plans on how to spend our first night in Venice.
She always complained of her bad headaches.
What were you doing before the war?
What was he doing alone in that room so late at night?
We were about six miles from the shore and a fresh breeze was blowing.
When I had been in Rome for three days, she came to see me.
I didn't know what was going on there.
