Example sentences of "that he [vb past] like a " in BNC.
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| 1 | He says that he seemed like a nice chap . |
| 2 | His French accent had been through the grinder in the New World , so that he sounded like a gangster in a B movie . |
| 3 | ‘ Crack ? ’ she queried , interested , despite the fact that he sounded like a damned travel guide . |
| 4 | McLeish noted enviously that Mr Hutton was a vision of elegance in one of this year 's broadly striped blue and white shirts : he had tried one on himself recently , and had been forced reluctantly to the conclusion that he looked like a bouncer for an East End club . |
| 5 | So O decided that he looked like a beggar after all . |
| 6 | O also thought , because of the man 's posture , and the huge overcoat in which he was wrapped , that he looked like a queen in a tragedy which O had seen , who in a terrible moment of despair had sat down , not on a throne or on the marble palace steps , but just right there on the floor . |
| 7 | Her brother Jonna bore a startling likeness to their father ; so much so that he looked like a younger version . |
| 8 | Her first reaction on seeing the tousle-haired bejeaned actor was that he looked like a slob , but ‘ I thought he was very sexy . ’ |
| 9 | The factor sat behind a roll-top desk ; he was so bent and atrophied by arthritis that he looked like a crustacean clad in a suit . |
| 10 | She thought uncharitably that he looked like a gangster , although there was nothing menacing in the smile that played on his lips whenever he addressed Simone . |
| 11 | His shoulders sloped at an alarming angle so that he looked like a pyramid wearing a hat . |
| 12 | It was not Billingsley 's physical size that provoked that fear , for I was of a size with him , nor was it his profession that gave me pause , but rather the aura of incipient violence that he radiated like a blast furnace . |
| 13 | A thud of chopping — movement between the tree trunks — a labourer was coming towards him , one of the consignment of convicts he had ordered through a merchant in Bideford , he had his machete in his hand , he was not menacing , he held out his spare hand in a strange appeal , lifting his face , which was crossed by deep scars , wounds across his eyes had puckered them right in so that he moved like a blind sleeper , closer and closer — Sir John woke up sweating , surprised to find himself alone , and then remembered : he had been drinking with his cousin Alexander Menzies of Bolfracks , the last bottle must have sent him under . |