I was out of breath and sat down.

Suddenly the little black rabbit sat down, and looked very sad.

He settled himself in a chair.

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

But he suddenly felt dizzy and he sat down again in his old chair.

My leg cramped up as I ran down the stairs to catch a train, and I had to sit down right there in the middle of the stairway.