Example sentences of "[pn reflx] look [prep] [art] [adj] [noun] " in BNC.
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1 | For if we suppose this we shall fall into an infinite regress ; we shall find ourselves looking for a further interpretation . |
2 | The membrane broke open and he found himself looking at a little horse 's head lying upon a pair of stretched out forelegs , a perfect little head with shell-like curling nostrils and a narrow white blaze , and wet , flattened-down ears . |
3 | Lewis found himself looking at the back page of The Oxford Times which lay on the desk . |
4 | John was confident enough then to leave Flynn to it and to go off himself to look at the proposed routes of the Waterford & limerick and the Waterford & kilkenny lines , both of which had been authorized by Parliament last year but neither of which had yet gone to tender . |
5 | Leaning away slightly as Ibn Fayoud enveloped her in his gowns and aftershave , Kelly found herself looking at a smiling Annie . |
6 | Beth shuffled her feet in the awkward silence and found herself looking at the second man more closely . |
7 | Glad that her limited knowledge of Danish included an apology , she blinked away her tears , raising her eyes to the stranger 's face and freezing as completely as Lot 's wife as she found herself looking into the ice-blue eyes of the man she loved . |
8 | The last time she had woken from sleep it had been to find herself looking into the blue eyes of a dangerous enemy ; now the enemy was a friend . |
9 | A sound had her spinning round and she found herself looking into the astonished eyes of Marie as the girl slid from her bicycle and walked forwards to confront her . |
10 | Where was such-and-such street , I asked , or the beautiful shop where my mother regularly bought her hats and gloves , or the church with the gilded domes , or the cake shop which had such a show of delicate confections at Christmas time , or the butcher 's where I could hardly bring myself to look at the great sides of dead meat hanging on hooks , or the musty bookshop , smelling of dust and leather , kept by the bent old man whose white hair seemed to be falling off the back of his head , leaving his bald crown all shiny and hopeful and new ? |