He stopped typing, sorry to be out of the dream.

I watched as one typist stopped typing, picked up his phone and spoke into it.

He stopped typing, and sat for a long time staring at the wall in front of him.

She knew she should stop there, but her fingers wouldn't stop typing.

One irate male player in days long past actually growled at the reporters to stop typing.

Lucy glanced up, took one long look, then stopped typing.

She stopped typing, got up, and away she went with the picture.

The young man stopped typing, and Jeremy handed him the envelope.

This time, Bren did tense up, but she didn't stop typing.

As he watched, she stopped typing, lifted a hand to her neck for a quick, impatient rub.