Example sentences of "and [v-ing] me [prep] [art] " in BNC.

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1 It was supposed to shoot back up again , hitting my jutting backside en route and pitching me across the stage , but it did n't .
2 I tried to marry this judgment with the memory of the sturdy young woman I 'd seen joking in the glade ; who had come breezily into The Pightle telling me to water the plants and daring me to a duel of wits with Edward ; who had seemed so certain of me over against his cautious vacillation. fragile was not the first word that would have occurred to me , unless I had overlooked something vital — something which , I remembered , Bob had noted .
3 The point is that the inference which you give to it is that they 're not quite fit to be Governors , by comparison with others , and I 'd like to defend that because I can assure you that I have never ever nominated a Governor for a school who I have not thought would be advantageous to that Board of Governors to have as a member and that he will be he or she will be a contributor to that particular school , and I 've done it time and time and time again and indeed on occasions have had headmasters coming to me and thanking me for the particular person that I put in .
4 My faithful driver , Murphy , met me at the gate , taking my bags and walking me past the vagrants and money changers to his car , an old American model that had become something of a collector 's item .
5 I had not before realised that my canoe had been following me but I soon felt it as the point hit my back and then went down underneath me , dragging me down and sandwiching me between the canoe and the tree .
6 I thought he would , he deserves it and suddenly the semi-circle is clapping and looking at me : ‘ She 's won , she 's a-a-a won , ’ I hear John shout from half-way up the stalls , and my fellow contestants are slapping me on the back and pushing me to the front of the stage ,
7 I nodded and he turned back to mutter something into his talkback before handing me the mike , taking my hand and leading me to the stage .
8 Greg is lying on one of the Palace 's luxuriant couches , gesticulating wildly and fixing me with a stare that is part ultimate artistic earnestness and part repressed pathological violence .
9 He was running on three legs and holding me in the fourth .
10 And then , I liked having nice little teas served to me for a change ; to have Wilson taking care of me and treating me like a lady — because there was a little something between us .
11 And joining me on the journey was a never-ending line of lumbering construction plant , Brobdingnagian concrete-mixers , and juggernauts laden with rocks and sand .
12 Well , gravity was stretching me one way-in the direction pointing to the centre of the hole — and crushing me in the sideways direction , right ?
13 is now nitpicking and harassing me to a degree which might lead me yet again to write to my MP .
14 I fell asleep and remember him lifting me off and putting me on the settee cushion but I 'd had a tiring evening and hardly stirred .
15 Of course , for serious devilry the War Bag has to go by itself , and a camera would just be a liability , but I have n't had a real threat for a couple of years , since the time some big boys in the town took to bullying me in Porteneil and ambushing me on the path .
16 He wrapped me in a warm coat and placing me in the car took me several miles over the moor .
17 We sat after lunch on Monday in his room ; or rather he sat chubbily at his desk , living up to his nickname , spooning Hymettus honey out of a jar and telling me of the flesh and fleshpots he had bought himself in Athens ; and I lay on his bed , only half listening .
18 ‘ When I suggested we just … just put it down to experience , I did n't expect you to start dissecting and analysing everything , and mocking me in the process … ’
19 As 12-ounce cans of vegetables bounce off the side of my car , one of them smashing my rearview mirror and another sailing with surprising accuracy through my open car window and striking me on the shoulder , I decide to call it quits for the night and return in daylight .
20 Three of them I recognize , but the whole gang has been grinning at me and clapping me on the back like I was their kid brother pulled out of a scrape .
21 I was brought rudely back to the real world by Tony 's tripod coming off the top of the pile of clatch ( odds and ends ) piled up above the seat and hitting me on the head as the truck lurched to a halt , diving itself into a drift of deep snow .
22 They were kicking me and hitting me with a big bar .
23 At once she burst into tears and hugging me for the first time in years ( it seemed ) , cried , ‘ If only I had their faith ! ’
24 Andy yelled , throwing the keys down and grabbing me by the collar and slamming me back against the side of the Landie .
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