Only women or horses could draw them away, but neither for long.
The woman in front of me drew a deep breath.
The woman slid an arm around the boy and drew him close to her side.
A single woman remaining for hours alone in a library would draw far less attention than a man.
Knowing why the woman drew him seemed to make no difference.
The woman hardly drew breath, certainly not enough for him to get a word in.
Yet the woman staring at the floor drew her eyes.
The dead woman had just drawn her last breath as they arrived.
Slowly, the woman drew a deep breath and let her hand fall.
About the midst he sat down, and here a woman drew near to him.