Example sentences of "[subord] [pron] [vb past] [prep] the " in BNC.

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1 On another day we went to St. Anne 's where I played on the sands that were not a patch on those of the South Coast .
2 ‘ When I asked you earlier where I fitted into the assignment you said that I 'd find out soon enough .
3 where I squinted through the gap in the serving hatch
4 My first real contact with the military was when I went on a familiarisation course to the Parachute Regiment depot at Aldershot when I was fourteen , and spent two days living in the mess , where I looked around the regiment , met serving officers and had some basic interviews with retired Colonels , who were in charge of selecting the future leaders of the toughest regiment in the Army outside of the Special Air Service .
5 This was , at least , an improvement on an earlier pattern , where I went into the end-game with a lead of about 30 — and then lost on the black .
6 Anyway , back to Le Coq d'Or where I lay on the truckle bed and drifted off to sleep .
7 There were points of Government policy where I disagreed with the official line .
8 When I tired of writing press releases on new lube concepts I left Wartberg 's valve business to go to the Angstrom Corporation , where I worked on the launch of a new biscuit , the Pink Finger .
9 Where I worked in the university , if a woman came in covered in bruises , no one would say anything , although we all knew what had happened .
10 The Men came for me where I huddled in the marram grass and they took me back to the low cage .
11 I found the whisky , let myself out of the cellar and locked it , turned all the lights out , gave Mrs McSpadden the bottle , accepted a belated new-year kiss from her , then made my way out through the kitchen and the corridor and the crowded hall where the music sounded loud and people were laughing , and out through the now almost empty entrance hall and down the steps of the castle and down the driveway and down to Gallanach , where I walked along the esplanade — occasionally having to wave or say ‘ Happy New Year ’ to various people I did n't know — until I got to the old railway pier and then the harbour , where I sat on the quayside , legs dangling , drinking my whisky and watching a couple of swans glide on black , still water , to the distant sound of highland jigs coming from the Steam Packet Hotel , and singing and happy-new-year shouts echoing in the streets of the town , and the occasional sniff as my nose watered in sympathy with my eyes .
12 She then rebuilt the old hospital in Santa Cruz and opened a pharmacy there , where she looked after the sick of that area .
13 She managed to escape and ran to a lorry parked nearby where she banged on the door to attract the driver 's attention .
14 She was able to keep Steve because where she lived within the er there was a little coronet of little tatty houses that have since been pulled down and she was related to fifteen in fifteen out of the twenty two houses she had a relative .
15 Wendy Ramshaw 's retrospective exhibition at the South Bank Centre in London from 3 September to 7 October charts her career from the Newcastle College of Art and Design , where she studied in the Fifties , to her present eminence as the leading modernist woman artist-jeweller in Britain .
16 Katherine Jones ( Dr Pelly ) after completing her D.Phil in 1987 worked for about three years at Phillips and Drew , stockbrokers , where she specialised in the financial analysis of publishing companies .
17 Her ‘ Spencer Special , ’ where she dived into the pool leaving barely a ripple , always attracted an audience .
18 Instead , she wandered into town , where she bought a bag of chips , well soused in vinegar and wrapped in newspaper ; she took the bag to her room , where she sat on the edge of the single bed , slowly eating chips in the dark and thinking .
19 I grinned then , I recall , and brought the stunter down fast and acute across the weeds and the water , the sand and the surf , scudding it in across the wind to jerk and zoom just before it hit the girl herself where she sat on the dune top holding and spasmodically jerking the string she held in her hand , connected to the sky .
20 With a brief wave Lindsey hurried along the corridor towards the consulting-room , where she sat at the desk , taking several deep breaths to compose herself before calling for her first patient .
21 He was holding her there without duress , pinning her where she sat by the sheer magnetism of his physical presence .
22 The insolvency department has moved to Southampton based Lyon Pilcher , the Salisbury office is closing down with the loss of four jobs , and Gaynor Harris is back where she started with the Southampton practice ( to be known as Hook Harris ) which she has bought from the old partnership with Charles Bullworthy , with money borrowed from family and friends .
23 Paul , her husband , generally left before seven and had lunch out with one of his friends , while she used her free day to take care of a thousand chores more annoying than the duties of her job : she had to go to the post office and fret for half an hour in a queue , go shopping in the supermarket , where she quarrelled with the saleswoman and wasted time waiting at the check-out , telephone the plumber and plead with him to be precisely on time so that she would n't have to wait the whole day for him .
24 The galloping granny , from Bristol , used to run the 800 yards and 4 x 400 relay for the Imperial Tobacco company where she worked on the shop floor .
25 It led to an abandoned fishing hamlet called Hamningberg , where we camped for the night in a grassy field studded with interesting saxifrages and other flowers .
26 We proceeded from the old bay at Caraven Arms used by the BC Railway and walked by road to the site of the old Strettford Bridge Junction , where we took to the old track bed as far as Glen Burrell Bridge , where we joined the road again , calling in on the Rev. Ray Arnold at Horderley , who was waiting with coffee and biscuits .
27 We cycled down through Vigo to the port , where we jostled with the locals to get the bikes aboard a ferry across the Ria de Vigo to Cangas on the Peninsula de Morazo , before cycling to the little sleepy fishing village of Bueu , which was quiet and unspoilt .
28 Time for souvenirs for loved ones : a candle lit and a cuppa , all too soon lunchtime and then the gather in Friday Market where we met with the pilgrims from Hull , Middlesbrough ( day group ) and Stroud Green , N. London — all bathed in sunshine .
29 That evening we left Fort St Nogent on a coach for the Gare de Lyons where we embarked for the south of France on an overnight express .
30 At midday Romany cut the engines , and Milhaez steered the barge into a narrow inlet where we moored between the bank and a low island of reeds and stunted palms .
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