Jack simply turned and walked out of my office without saying another word.

Jack turned to face a girl who had stepped from the living room.

Feeling cold, Jack turned his attention back to the controls before him.

A car pulled up outside, and Jack turned his head to listen.

Jack turned now to see of whom he was speaking.

Jack turned back to the main part of the store.

Well, old friend, Jack turned me down again last night.

Jack turned his head and looked at Richard for a long time.

Jack turned to see a pale man with red hair.

After what felt like a very long time, Jack turned to me.