Example sentences of "[conj] [vb -s] me [prep] the [adj] " in BNC.
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| 1 | Because now I know there 's nothing behind the fancy shirt that interests me in the slightest . ’ |
| 2 | Even if I did n't have a job that keeps me at the other end of the country for most of the year , this sort of place could n't provide a living . |
| 3 | Then the reader 's fingernail will be able to produce the scent of clematis that wafts in through my window , the foie gras that awaits me at lunch , the liquid inspiration that gets me through the final paragraph . |
| 4 | That remi you 've C Cynthia saying that reminds me of the other thing that came out in feedback . |
| 5 | I have to dress in my sweaty , dirty clothes and go back down to the kitchen , grumbling while she makes me a coffee , and I complain about my wet boots and she gives me a fresh pair of William 's socks to wear and I put them on and drink my coffee and whine about never being allowed to spend the night and tell her how just once I 'd like to wake up here in the morning , and have a nice , civilised breakfast with her , sitting on the sunny balcony outside the bedroom windows , but she makes me sit down while she laces my boots up , then takes my coffee cup off me and sends me out the back door and says I 've got two minutes before she arms the alarm and puts the infrared lights on stand-by so I have to go back the way I came , over the estate wall and through the wood and down into the stream where I get both feet wet and cold and I fall going up the bank and get all muddy and eventually drag myself up and through the hedge , scratching my cheek and tearing my polo-neck and then trudging across the field through heavy rain and more mud and finally getting to the car and panicking when I ca n't find the car keys before remembering I put them in the button-down back pocket of the jeans for safety instead of the side pocket like I usually do , and then having to put some dead branches under the front wheels because the fucking car 's stuck and finally getting away and home and even in the street light I can see what a mess of the pale upholstery my muddy clothes have made . |