Example sentences of "[noun sg] think [prep] that " in BNC.
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| 1 | Dot thought about that place where they 'd visited him long ago , with soldiers guarding the main gate , and long low buildings surrounded by grass clipped so flat there was nowhere for a running man to hide . |
| 2 | Topaz thought about that for a while . |
| 3 | I often wonder what the Hon. members of the Board thought about that trip , but they seemed to enjoy themselves and there were no repercussions . |
| 4 | But it 's not our job to think about that , it 's outside our influence . |
| 5 | I think I 've suggested the problem now , and now I 'm going to leave the parties to think about would be a need for expansion , expansion involves built developm think I 'll under the circumstances I 'll give you er the the normal time , and I will adjourn now until two fifteen to have a chance to think about that . |
| 6 | Trust a woman to think of that first . |
| 7 | ( Wonder which genius thought of that . ) |
| 8 | It is a mistake to think of that earlier period as a flippant approach to the problem of making art . |
| 9 | It is the quest to think of that peculiar essence of which its physical nature is the more or less full actualisation . |
| 10 | ‘ I should think she has good reason to think like that , ’ she told him . |
| 11 | ‘ And what would the boyfriend think of that ? ’ |
| 12 | But there was no time to think about that . |
| 13 | No child will gain pleasure or motivation from a chart if a parent is half-hearted in giving out a sticker or says , ‘ I have n't got time to think about that now ’ . |
| 14 | She took time to think about that , then lifted the telephone . |
| 15 | He spent the time thinking about that place in Earl 's Court Square , where screenplay writers read from their screenplays and drank biting Spanish red wine and got stared at by tousled girls who wore overcoats and no make-up and blinked incessantly or not at all . |
| 16 | I lay there for a long time thinking about that , the loud insistence of the Mexican music from across the way drumming in my ears and gradually merging into the crashing ice of layering floes as my mind drifted into a fantasy of trekking with Iris Sunderby towards the dim outline of an icicle-festooned ghost of a ship , the man at the helm towering like a giant question mark over my jet-lagged brain . |