Example sentences of "she [vb -s] [pers pn] [art] [adj] [noun] " in BNC.
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1 | She begrudges you every little bit of that . |
2 | I would suggest she baths him every four weeks in Vitacoat Gold Seal and uses Velvet coat spray on his feathers and skirt every day . |
3 | She says it the same sort of consistency as yogurt but it 's salty and it 's warm and it 's not very nice at all she said . |
4 | ‘ She leads him a right dance , ’ the nans would say , during their daily exchange of news and analysis in the queue at the butcher 's , until finally she danced off for good and all and left him with his mother and his clapped-out BSA and his jars of Brylcreem and his collection of 78 records and a lifetime 's cumulation of unarticulated resentments . |
5 | She phones me every other day . |
6 | She calls it the magic flannel and says : ‘ Mummy you 'll be fine . |
7 | She finds it a little bit difficult . |
8 | He spoke already in terms of collaboration — ‘ I sent you a few studies because you can see from them that she helps me a great deal by posing . |
9 | Yeah , that 's , that 's when it 's hard she asks you the same thing again and again and a few minutes later , then half an hour later , then , then you think have you listened |
10 | She tells me the only freedom is that of the imagination . |
11 | She gives him a tight smile and wrinkles her nose . |
12 | She gives him a filthy look . |
13 | a Chinese girl she 's living in it , in a kind of a real dive of loft thing to do her art and she gives him the odd painting instead of paying rent . |
14 | She gives me a little smile and I feel a bit better . |
15 | 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 . |
16 | I would n't say she gives me an ecstatic welcome . |
17 | ‘ The wave is my lover and she gives me the ultimate orgasm . ’ |
18 | She gives her an energetic push , backwards , into the sitting-room . |
19 | It 's not only in the dialogue that Harper Lee expresses the tension between the blacks and whites , but all through the book in her description of where people live , where they work , the churches they go to and her detailed description of the court room and how the black community sit on the balcony above , away from the whites , she gives us a vivid idea of the way life was in the 1930 's and sets the scene well . |
20 | She 's going she 's looking at you and you go , come here , you take a step further and she gives you a dirty look and then she waits until you 're that close and then she jumps ! |
21 | She gives you a better ground , ground cover |
22 | SHE does it the other way round , because we 're convinced that not only our readers , but most UK cooks , do n't cook metric . |
23 | Instead of the usual embarrassed note next morning , she leaves him the fragmentary manuscript of Rory 's own Crow Road : a folder of gnomic jottings and descriptions that represents a more substantial legacy than his father 's . |