Example sentences of "[conj] she [vb past] [pers pn] the " in BNC.

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1 The lady prioress glowered at me , shrugged , and with ill grace took me back to her own chamber across the cloister garden where she poured me the smallest goblet of wine I had ever seen .
2 In the morning after their breakfast coffee , he stood silently and balefully near her until she gave him the fare to Dublin .
3 As soon as he got home , the telephone was ringing and she told him the same thing many times .
4 for Christmas , and it was delicious the way her mother made it so she started it with me writing it down , see , and she told me the ingredients and then she said you brews the ginger I thought
5 I a lot , cos I remember erm when Claire was I got a really formal invitation to something and I asked Claire how you were supposed to reply and she told me the exact wording of how you should reply and I just looked at her I looked at her and I said I 'm not bloody writing that .
6 It was of course my mother , and she asked me the same questions as my neighbour .
7 He was going out with a silly cow of an art student and she lent him the book .
8 ‘ Which way ? ’ he asked , when at last the engine spluttered into life , and she directed him the wrong way round so that they might overtake and confront the trio lurching towards Midnight Mass .
9 There was a slight delay as she read it and then her head slowly turned in my direction and she gave me the biggest grin I 'd ever seen .
10 And she gave me the immortal reply , ‘ No , I 'm Heather , but wo n't I do ? ’
11 And I said I said so I told her the registration and she gave me the room number but she said .
12 Well I 'll never forget when we were younger , we had erm some Americans living across the road and they invited us er somehow I was in the kitchen , they were going to give me lunch and she gave me the most enormous
13 And she bought me the glass bowl .
14 Carol Eastman , meanwhile , had written her screenplay on the inspiration of a Jack London story , which was similar moody vein to Ride the Whirlwind and she called hers The Shooting .
15 Even so , I did meet one girl at Binbrook who had knitted a whole twin set from darning wool cut into short lengths , weaving all the ends together as she knitted ! — and she showed me the finished product to prove it .
16 The fog had lifted , and she showed us the sticks which she and her husband had put in to mark the way .
17 A small boy gave her his wooden sword and she brandished it the way he had shown her .
18 Ginny wondered how he would react if she told him the simple truth .
19 Imagine his face if she told him the truth : that , far from not liking him , she was labouring under this absurd fantasy that she loved him — for how else could she explain the turmoil that heaved inside her mind and body ?
20 She longed , oh , she burned to be able to tell him the truth , but Ace 's threats held ; also by the way Mike was looking at her at the moment he probably would n't believe her if she told him the truth about their relationship .
21 I did n't care if she called me the son of Frankenstein .
22 Er so I 'm gon na have them but she showed me the small room , what they call the small room , well that was huge well it will be perfect for what we want .
23 Folly doubted if she would care what Luke got up to , but she gave her the flowers none the less .
24 And he has come home this morning worn out with experience , all grief and all wonder , because she gave him the psaltery on which he played to her , and sent him a message straight out of the jongleurs ’ romances .
25 Girls of various shapes and sizes paraded in front of the boys while she told them the prices so that they would be sure they had enough money on them .
26 Would he listen to her when she told him the truth about Janice ?
27 When she passed him the number of her room ( thinking no one else knew she had ) and left to await him , he remained in the ballroom drinking , and when I left at midnight he was still there looking bored and lonely , missing his live-in girlfriend Marie Lisa Volpelierre ( who not long after died so tragically in a riding accident ) .
28 When she raised them the rest of the way she held them not to her streaming eyes , but to her ears , listening intently for the sound of the sea .
29 That 's what I said to her when she said it the other day I said how old are you Mrs ?
30 She had expected him to leave her but he stayed watching her quietly , picking a biscuit off the plate himself , sharing her milk when she offered him the glass .
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