Example sentences of "[verb] back into their [adj] " in BNC.
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1 | In an editorial on 2 November 1985 , headlined ‘ Unfinished Business ’ , it asked ‘ whether the structures and institutions of British life have been so shaken by six years of Mrs Thatcher that they can no longer fall back into their old ways — or whether more shaking is needed ? ’ |
2 | Individuals or small groups are carefully trained in the new methods and then put back into their usual working positions . |
3 | While they all climb back into their ancient cars I take Rufus aside for a talk . |
4 | The eight little plastic tiles can always be pushed back into their original state ( if you can remember the sequence of moves you have made so far ) . |
5 | People had moved back into their own homes though the camp was still in existence . |
6 | She smiled in triumph , making her wide-set green eyes squeeze back into their thick black fringe of lashes . |
7 | The troglodytic Soviets have been driven back into their frozen potholes : the camp doctor steadies his monocle and reaches for his mustiest text-book . |
8 | The obvious danger is that if they are unable to earn a living for themselves , that states of Central Europe will slump back into their earlier condition . |
9 | The period of time just after you have attained all your goals is something of a danger period ; this is when many dieters lapse back into their old ways . |
10 | For one unbelievable moment their eyes met and once again it was as if they had stepped back into their own circle of magic . |
11 | The front rows need to get back into their customary crouched stance . |
12 | Then , still tied up , they were put back into their own car . |
13 | The bricks and other plastic toys then need to be sorted and fitted back into their appropriate containers . |
14 | If the attraction was dominated by sexuality then when this flame diminishes , as it so often does , the partners fall back into their own boundaries and wonder where the magic has gone . |
15 | They found a pocket of spring/summer oscillation and camped overnight there , conscious that just yards away a biting winter was flaring and dying , the trees sprouting , then blackening again , as if the buds were tiny creatures , grasping and snatching at the light , then quickly tugging back into their wood-bark holes . |