Example sentences of "[noun sg] [pers pn] take i [prep] " in BNC.
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1 | For when I was hungry , you gave me food ; when thirsty , you gave me drink ; when I was a stranger you took me into your home , when naked you clothed me ; when I was ill you came to my help , when in prison you visited me . ’ |
2 | In the first cell they took me to , which was single , there was blood everywhere . |
3 | I 'm not the fool he took me for ! ’ |
4 | Another afternoon she took me with her to deliver the knitted garments . |
5 | The room they took me into was walled with white tiles and bright with fluorescent lighting . |
6 | But the place he took me to after lunch , the Colegio Ponce de Leon , where I was supposed to have rooms , was a rather stark student hostel , and my little room was very small , with just a narrow bed , a table and a chair . |
7 | On my first day in the job he took me into the director 's Portakabin , put his arm around me and , showing me the empty trophy case , said ‘ Your job , Les , is to fill that cabinet before I die . ’ |
8 | It was the day you took me to the Beatles . ’ |
9 | In the morning she took me to the station , with my luggage including the cot , put me on the train , and said ‘ Goodbye . ’ |
10 | Before waiting for an answer she takes me by the hand and leads me on to the dance floor . |
11 | We were delighted , and at a convenient interlude she took me to a favourite uncle , an Air Vice-Marshal . |
12 | From the very first time you took me to the pictures , you started to change me , shape me in your own image , make me like you . |
13 | ‘ Every time you take me for a meal , it 's to a non-smoking restaurant , ’ said Bob in a somewhat annoyed tone . |
14 | The next time they took me to the room , a man and a woman were waiting . |
15 | For much of the time it took me through farmland , amidst the pleasant aroma of meadows , and often I found myself slowing the Ford to a crawl to better appreciate a stream or a valley I was passing . |
16 | On the second evening of my visit he took me to a literary party given by the Chicago Tribune in honour of Carl Sandberg in the sumptuous lounge of a club called ‘ The 333 ’ ( at 333 Michigan Boulevard ) . |