The man on the floor groaned, but did not open his eyes.

The man on the ground groaned and tried to sit up, but fell back.

The black man groaned as he tried to move his left shoulder.

The dead man he had carried here was sitting up and groaning now.

A man was groaning in another room of the silent house.

Told that it might come hours or even days later, the man shook his head and groaned.

A day or two since we had the same job to do, and the man scarcely groaned.

The man groaned as he held towels to his face.

The man on the floor groaned a little in the middle of his heavy breathing.

The man they were carrying groaned, opened his eyes, and spoke.