Example sentences of "[coord] turn [adv] the [noun pl] " in BNC.
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| 1 | Patients find visual proprioceptive cues very useful — eg , aiming at marks or patterns on the floor , trying to kick forward the leading leg , or turning up the toes inside the shoe . |
| 2 | Even though the defendant does not regard the nature of his own conduct as being disorderly , he has a sufficient mens rea to satisfy the section by being aware that he is using offensive language , or kicking over dustbins or turning out the lights in the cinema , or whatever else may be alleged to constitute the disorderly behaviour . |
| 3 | ‘ I checked out most of Crevecoeur 's old haunts , ’ he said , consulting his memofile , ‘ and turned up the goods at Alix Micklemas ’ tattoo parlour . ’ |
| 4 | Then he put the bottle and the wet glass down on the floor , walked into the bathroom and turned both the taps in the bath on full . |
| 5 | Half-immersed in a white fur rug , he carelessly consumed Macdonald 's chocolate marshmallows and turned over the pages of his Eagle Annual in the shadow of the family piano . |
| 6 | Mr Bumble shook his head again , very seriously , and turned down the corners of his mouth . |
| 7 | He let me go up and made me sit on the divan and he put on some music and turned out the lights and the moon came through the window . |
| 8 | Protect your face and turn up the toes of your kicking foot . |
| 9 | Britain will be able to approach the European Community , and the critical period of our own presidency later this year , with determination to defend British interests and turn back the follies of the Euro-federalists , without the need for a constant backward eye upon political threats and divisions at home . |
| 10 | Then , at about eleven , she would pour herself a drink and turn out the lights and sit and think . |
| 11 | When the experimenter has confirmed that good signals are being recorded from all the subjects involved he or she will say good night and turn out the lights . |
| 12 | But turning over the pages of poor Hewlett 's unreadable but honest ‘ Song of the Plough ’ , one wonders about that . |