Example sentences of "[pos pn] [noun pl] [vb base] at [art] " in BNC.

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1 If it is crystal clear and I am convicted of being in my dotage or of going on at half-cock then I shall ask British Telecom to accept my apologies wince at the thought of my next bill , and keep my nose clean .
2 Her eyes deepen at the memory .
3 When Prince and his band played their after-hours show at the Camden Palace on Cat 's birthday , Prince gave her a cake with 26 candles on , with the message ‘ Happy Birthday Darling ’ in chocolate icing .
4 The fact is that all the examples adduced to support the proposition that there should be a qualitative — or ‘ radical ’ — extension of the role of trade unions into the management of the business employing their members fail at the crucial oint .
5 Bored gauchos sit out of the wind , sucking yerba maté from gourds ; their horses munch at the thin grass in a desultory fashion .
6 Society becomes more wholesome , more serene and spiritually healthier , if it knows that its citizens have at the back of their consciousness the knowledge that not only themselves , but all their fellows have access when ill , to the best that medical skill can provide .
7 Thus , because its shares trade at a low price the company will need to issue a larger number of them to raise a given amount of capital than would otherwise be the case .
8 His eyes sparkle at the prospect of retiring three years hence having established Ruby in particular as possibly a bigger money spinner even than Staley 's high fructose corn syrup .
9 His rivals work at a quieter pitch , making art that is predominantly abstract .
10 He hopes to be fit to defend his Masters title at the end of next month and has begun light training .
11 The equivalent during reading is having our eyes arrive at the bottom of the page without the slightest understanding of what the author had intended .
12 Your eyes look at the instruments and the instruments tell you you 're fine , you 're flying level .
13 The trolled and gargoyled buttresses wheel around you through rifts in the cloud ; they stretch , soar , disappear , solidify again suddenly out of the vapour then drift impossibly far up into the mist until your senses reel at the evanescent dynamism of the scene .
14 Of course , our bullets arrive at the detector one by one and each of them has traversed one or other slit .
15 Your hands clutch at the gaping wound as you try to stop your entrails spilling into the slime of the sewer . ’
16 And our parliamentary reporter Rae Stewart will be reporting on that Save Our Railways lobby at the Commons tomorrow .
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