He felt the stone grow warm; his hand began to tingle.

And, before her eyes, the great stone grew translucent!

I lay still for a moment, feeling the stone grow warmer in the palm of my hand.

When the stone grew dim again, only a red ring on her finger, she knew the moon had set.

The stone grew less cold, became just a small, pale green piece of rock lying in her hand.

The stone grew hot under his hands again, and the glowing red spot appeared deep within its petals.

I often marvel that such stones grow in the deep dark of the earth!

The stone was growing warmer, and she glanced at it quickly.

And, under us, the blue stone was growing warm.

As the eye travels toward the center of the square, they explained, the stones grow slightly larger.