Example sentences of "[conj] [verb] my [noun sg] [prep] the " in BNC.

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1 ‘ And d' you feel you could sweep them from my ground and deliver me from my past — or reconstruct my life without the shards of my past — or what ? ’
2 Hurling my body through the air in the jumps did n't seem too appealing , nor did attempting to sprint , run or hurdle my way into the record books : but how about throwing something ?
3 I decided that aiming my camera at the TV set was just as reasonable as aiming it out the window " ( ART news , Jan. 1986 ) .
4 So the days were unhappy and the nights a bleak nothingness , and although I never actually put a rope around that pulley , nor loaded my shotgun and went out into the field and dug my own grave — as I had visualized so often — nor started my engine in the garage , yet I thought about all three , and on occasions I thought about one or other for days at a time .
5 As in Belcourt I think to myself : I am seeing what he saw , the same light , the sky , but it fails to work as it should ; it changes nothing , neither enhances nor diminishes my experience of the place .
6 He went up and clapped my master on the shoulder .
7 I keep crouched and make my way through the low bushes , heading diagonally through the wood towards the estate .
8 I have some time to spare and would like to sit down and read my copy of the biography of Berlioz .
9 ‘ I have a tremendous fundamental urge to get out and make my way in the world .
10 ‘ Oh God , ’ I moaned , and lowered my head to the cool steel pipe of the bridge rail .
11 With a mounting feeling of dread , I went to a chair at the far end of the table from Quigley and lowered my head in the gloom .
12 So , apologies to all concerned and bring my breakfast to the dog house .
13 His fist crunches into my left cheek and drives my head against the ground .
14 The barn shook again as I got to my feet and made my way to the door with the feeling that the barn had been very lucky so far in not receiving a direct hit from one of the frequent mortar bombs that were exploding in and around the farm .
15 I felt a migraine coming on and made my way to the villa for some peace and quiet .
16 The others had potential , but I bathed and groomed her as if for Crufts and made my way to the hospital .
17 I left the hotel , feeling rather like the Lady of Shalott , breaking the spell , leaving her room , her castle , going only to the river 's edge , there to drown herself , and made my way to the Navimore School for Girls .
18 As I wheeled my tenth-hand push-bike through the gates of the Parsons ' large detached house and made my way across the gravel forecourt past the guests ' Volvos and Audis , I began to feel uncomfortably out of my depth .
19 I left my cases parked on the quay , and made my way into the post office .
20 I left them to it and made my way along the inner side of the curving wall towards the doorway .
21 Then I buttoned myself into my grey raincoat , put on my brown felt hat , switched off the office lights and made my way along the corridor to the lift .
22 I pulled myself up the safety line and made my way past the tangle of tethers up to the surface , where the boat tender was frantically pulling in all the lines .
23 The German mortars were exploding on the other side of the wood as I clambered out of the trench and made my way through the trees in the direction of the road .
24 I turned and left the farm and made my way through the village to Brigade H.Q
25 With that remark I took my leave and made my way through the orchard and onto the road leading to Brigade H.Q That evening as I lay in my trench I thought about the events of the first seven days in Normandy .
26 I collected up the pipes and made my way through the trees in the direction of NO. 3 Commando .
27 One of the children pawed at my lap , as if returning my attention to the lady on the velvet throne .
28 I flew into the dining room , and found my husband in the middle of the floor , with a gaping hole in the ceiling above him .
29 ‘ I 'm afraid of slipping in the dark and cracking my head on the edge of the bunker , ’ I had said .
30 At sunset , I climb back to the waterfall and wash my hair in the cold , clear water — a mundane chore elevated into sublime pleasure .
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