Example sentences of "why do she " in BNC.
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| 1 | And why did she bother ? |
| 2 | Why did she belong to Harriet then ? |
| 3 | Why did she leave me like that ? |
| 4 | Then why did she not agree to it ? |
| 5 | Why did she want him well ? |
| 6 | Why did she have to be born into a mad , slave-driving family ? |
| 7 | Why did she suddenly start screaming and scratching , and swearing that she 'd get me ? ’ |
| 8 | So why did she decide to leave after all ? |
| 9 | ‘ And why did she leave ? ’ |
| 10 | ‘ We 're not — we 're not them — ’ Why did she have to use such pinnacles of perfection to lure them with ? |
| 11 | ‘ Then why did she claim to be ? ’ |
| 12 | Why did she start playing ? |
| 13 | Why did she not experience the usual terror at being shut in a small enclosed space ? |
| 14 | But why did she not write ? |
| 15 | So why did she ask ? |
| 16 | Why did she agree to have it written ? |
| 17 | Why did she want to take away the one possession that was truly valuable to him ? |
| 18 | ‘ Why did she come to Italy ? ’ |
| 19 | ‘ And just why did she stay the night in Piazza Pitti ? ’ |
| 20 | Barbara thought , why did she have to bring Peter into it ? |
| 21 | Why did she go out and buy that obvious representation of a landscape she wanted to escape , the figures moving noiselessly under the shadow of the mill ? |
| 22 | Why did she think to try looking underneath one of the metallic blocks ? |
| 23 | Why did she choose this particular block ? |
| 24 | Why did she feel so worried ? |
| 25 | What a mystery it is , the way we carry on , thought Liz , as she moved on to more congenial entertainment : remembering , suddenly , the oft-repeated claim of an Austrian refugee analyst of her acquaintance , who frequently and unashamedly rejoiced in having had in his house at one time no less than five Nobel Prize winners , a claim which she had always found endearing , ridiculous , foolish , alarming , comic , in its nai¨veté , its precision , its ruthlessness : remembering the alarms and excitement of her own early encounters with the famous , the great , the titled , the rich : remembering the ancient yearning to crowd her life with people , with voices , with telephone calls , invitations , children , friends of children : remembering , in short the dread of solitude , the dread of reliving her mother 's unending , inexplicable , still-enduring loneliness : and across these memories , flitting in a half second , as she made her way , for light relief , towards Kate Armstrong , fortifying Kate , came the question — why did Henrietta Latchett , who must have been invited to a hundred parties tonight , who could never have known a lonely evening , why did she choose to come to us ? |
| 26 | ‘ Why did she die now , father ? |
| 27 | When had she ever cared and why did she care so sharply now ? |
| 28 | ‘ Why did she send it by courier ? ’ |
| 29 | ‘ Why did she suddenly decide to go out tonight ? |
| 30 | Why did she always have to fuck herself … |