Tonrim had no way of knowing what the coming hours held in store for him.

And each hour held far more than sixty minutes!

Never mind that, as a writing instructor, I spend hours grading papers and holding individual conferences with students.

The last thirty-six hours had held too many unpleasant shocks for comfort.

But who knew what the next hour held?

He looked at his father without curiosity, as if the last hours had held so many shocks that nothing could ever surprise him again.

During the afternoon, a memorial took shape near the utility pole that hours earlier held the fallen line.

These were the questions to which the night and the hours held the answers.

Another hour, and still the stupid beast held tenaciously to his post.

The first 24 hours usually holds the answer.