Sit in the armchair.

He is an armchair theorist.

Then the armchair creaked as he sat down again.

Behind the armchair, under the foundations, in the bed...

I sat back in the armchair and opened the book.

Take a seat in the armchair and calm down a while.

He settled down in his armchair to listen to the music.

Holmes, settling himself down in his armchair and closing his eyes.

Also, armchair shopping gets rid of the frustrations of crowds and traffic.

Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.

He was sitting in the armchair, his eyes closed and his arms folded.

Quite so, he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself down into an armchair.

Quite so, he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself down into an armchair.

Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.

It's because, without leaving your armchair, you can simulate that flavor and say yuck before you make it.

I was also aware of that, murmured Holmes, settling himself down in his armchair and closing his eyes.

You're sitting in the old armchair, thinking of this and that, and then suddenly you look up, and there he is.

On others he would rise late, pace his room, fretting audibly for hours together, smoke, sleep in the armchair by the fire.

Try the settee, said Holmes, relapsing into his armchair and putting his fingertips together, as was his custom when in judicial moods.

Tom Skeleton, the ancient stage doorkeeper, sat in his battered armchair, listening as the actors came up the stone stairs from their dressing rooms.

It's the strangest house any one ever lived in, said Mary drowsily, as she dropped her head on the cushioned seat of the armchair near her.

Her visitor, she saw as she opened the door, was seated in the armchair before the fire, dozing it would seem, with his bandaged head drooping on one side.

With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner.

With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner.

The swing of his nature took him from extreme languor to devouring energy and, as I knew well, he was never so truly formidable as when, for days on end, he had been lounging in his armchair amid his improvisations and his black letter editions.