Example sentences of "they went [adv prt] [prep] [noun] [noun] " in BNC.
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| 1 | After leaving Angela 's mummy 's shoes at the repairer 's , they went on to Jessica Turvey 's house , where they tied up Joe while they went inside . |
| 2 | ‘ Course they went on to grammar school as 't was in they days . |
| 3 | In the event , they went back to Scotland Yard so that McLeish could get to a phone and check with his secretary , and with Bruce Davidson , who was co-ordinating the evidence as it came in . |
| 4 | Then they went back to Cape Evans . |
| 5 | ‘ I thought they went out with Queen Victoria . |
| 6 | They went out to South Africa for Luscombe Searelle , an ostentatious gentleman who advertised the fact that he owned theatres in Johannesburg and Kimberley . |
| 7 | Well I think we were very lucky at the start that were were just starting up in England and they were actually more into what we were doing than er to the extent that I think that maybe other record companies might have laughed at them and said they 've no hope of surviving but I mean they had the Furies with er Sweet Sixteen and then they had er about six hit singles from Foster and Allen and about six or seven albums and then they went down to Daniel O'Donald which became an enormous success so I think when that happened then all record companies kind of said well maybe there is something here . |
| 8 | but , I reckon it 's the guy when they went down to Aunty Queenie , to that stream that day |
| 9 | Gloucester just missed the boat again on saturday … they went down to league leaders Wasps in London … the score fourteen … nine |
| 10 | Annfield found their hopes of finishing in the top four being dimmed when they went down at home Boldon CA . |
| 11 | Yeah they went down in convoy car and I think they , four or five cars went down there |
| 12 | But it is as strike-breakers — with all that that implies of betrayal of working-class solidarity — that they went down in ETS history . |
| 13 | They went in behind Sir George , who waved his huge cone of light around the dark , cramped , circular space , illuminating a semi-circular bay window , a roof carved with veined arches and mock-mediaeval ivy-leaves , felt-textured with dust , a box-bed with curtains still hanging , showing a dull red under their pall of particles , a fantastically carved black wooden desk , covered with beading and scrolls , and bunches of grapes and pomegranates and lilies , something that might have been either a low chair or a prie-dieu , heaps of cloth , an old trunk , two band boxes , a sudden row of staring tiny white faces , one , two , three , propped against a pillow . |