Example sentences of "she [verb] the [noun] " in BNC.

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1 ‘ Oh , let 'er have the rope , Dick .
2 ‘ Bessie was 'avin' ter do the servin' an' yer know I do n't like 'er be'ind the counter more than need be .
3 She alerts the reader in her introduction to what she finds offensive in these genteel concoctions of tea and adultery : … if a comic charlady obtrudes upon the action of a real novel , I will fling the novel against the wall amidst a flood of obscenities because the presence of such a character as a comic charlady tells me more than I wish to know about the way her creator sees the world .
4 She whispered the words aloud : " He will share your bed and possess your body . "
5 She whispered the words .
6 goes out in Kings Cross and sh , men walk , a man walks past she goes the man goes Aargh aargh !
7 With clenched teeth , keeping her head low and her eyes half-closed , she hugged the cliff-face and inched her way along .
8 She hugged the child to her .
9 She hugged the Rodney to her breast , fearful lest they take it away from her .
10 Fielding it with one hand , she sobered , and , putting her glass down on the fender , she hugged the cushion on her knees .
11 She hugged the girder .
12 Though ‘ attraction ’ was an anaemic description of her feelings , still she hugged the words to her like some priceless gift .
13 She threads the Monster back into the high chair where it stiffens , collapses forward , stiffens again , slides down to the crutch-stop and lies there half under the tray , flailing its arms and legs like a crab on its back … and howling — howling like the hell-sent creature it is .
14 Quickly she stowed the silver away , put up the lampshade and left the others on the table .
15 She experienced the pull of her blood into his mouth like threads of silk drawn up from her vein .
16 But soon she experienced the misery of the lonely wife , staying at a Bel Air mansion , coping with two babies and playing tennis when she could to fill the void .
17 ‘ Fit as a fiddle , darlin , ’ and I can hear , faintly , through the twisted frenzy of my own pelvis , a cheerful rustle as she turns the pages of her magazine .
18 She turns the Government 's self-help approach around by arguing that urban recovery will only be achieved by empowering the people who live in cities .
19 She turns the water to steam and frees the light inside her , twisting and turning in a sparkling , spinning column .
20 Then Susan comes in , and when she has put down the tray she is carrying , she turns the light on beside his chair and draws the curtains so that the room becomes a series of pools of light , isolating each of us .
21 She turns the sound down .
22 When she admitted the affair to Matthew , hoping for a display of anger or jealousy , he meekly apologised for not being good enough for her and promised to try harder in future .
23 She admitted the girl had been in and out of voluntary care because her mother had been unable to cope with her .
24 However , when seen again as an outpatient 2 days later , she admitted the overdose had been related to feeling rejected by a master at school with whom she was infatuated .
25 Instead , in a big company shake up , her job was advertised — and she failed the interview .
26 Was she enjoying the release from all the strain ?
27 I have to dress in my sweaty , dirty clothes and go back down to the kitchen , grumbling while she makes me a coffee , and I complain about my wet boots and she gives me a fresh pair of William 's socks to wear and I put them on and drink my coffee and whine about never being allowed to spend the night and tell her how just once I 'd like to wake up here in the morning , and have a nice , civilised breakfast with her , sitting on the sunny balcony outside the bedroom windows , but she makes me sit down while she laces my boots up , then takes my coffee cup off me and sends me out the back door and says I 've got two minutes before she arms the alarm and puts the infrared lights on stand-by so I have to go back the way I came , over the estate wall and through the wood and down into the stream where I get both feet wet and cold and I fall going up the bank and get all muddy and eventually drag myself up and through the hedge , scratching my cheek and tearing my polo-neck and then trudging across the field through heavy rain and more mud and finally getting to the car and panicking when I ca n't find the car keys before remembering I put them in the button-down back pocket of the jeans for safety instead of the side pocket like I usually do , and then having to put some dead branches under the front wheels because the fucking car 's stuck and finally getting away and home and even in the street light I can see what a mess of the pale upholstery my muddy clothes have made .
28 She flung the salad together pell-mell with no hint of arrangement .
29 Then , standing up and leaning back into the shadow , she flung the jharo with all the strength she possessed across the border of flowers and into the dark pool of space beyond the firelit roof .
30 She flung the wardrobe open , riffled the line of clothes , selected a blouse , waved it at him , added , ‘ … while I 'm doing this , ’ and rushed out again .
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