Yesterday we went to the registry office to register our baby's birth.

The sheriff officer arrived at the property at dawn to serve the eviction notice and enforce the sheriff court's order.

The historian found a ledger in the old coach-office detailing routes and fares from the 1820s.

Before dawn, the officer cadets marched silently across the training ground, their breath visible in the cold air.

The officer cadet completed the field exercise faster than anyone else in the platoon.

After work he would retreat to the chapel to say the little office, finding calm in the concise rhythm of psalms and hymns.

She waited in line at the booking office to buy a last-minute train ticket.

After the election, she will take office on January 20.

As the manager walked past, the office plankton barely looked up from their screens.

The historian uncovered previously unknown correspondence between several bishops and the Holy Office regarding liturgical reforms.