Example sentences of "of him and [pron] [noun sg] " in BNC.
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| 1 | He was a shadowy figure from the past whose name was scarcely ever mentioned except on those rare occasions when they spoke of the accident , that terrible accident that had claimed the lives of him and her mother when Harriet was only four years old . |
| 2 | She was asked by The People 's QC George Carman : ‘ Is it right to say you saw more of Mr David Mellor than of him and his wife together ? ’ |
| 3 | However , this doe snot apply so much to our other son , Robert , who is a private music teacher in Glasgow , so we see quite a lot of him and his wife and their baby son , who arrived just over a year ago , when we had given up hope of any more grandchildren . |
| 4 | God , I was sick of him and his money . ’ |
| 5 | Inspired by this success , Sylvestra embarked on more which grew into an exhibition ‘ including one commissioned by Julian Glover of him and his dresser — a colourful character known as Black Mac , and one of David Bradley talking to himself as Justice Shallow in Henry IV Part 2 . |
| 6 | Then , he stared in front of him and his body froze in disbelief . |
| 7 | To help his awareness of his affected side , you can arrange his place setting with the plate or bowl in front of him and his glass or cup in front of his hemiplegic side . |
| 8 | The slow business environment there was cited as a reason for closing while director Lawrence Salander felt that too much time and input was required of him and his partner in order to get the project up and running . |
| 9 | Later that year he and his Popsie were married in Cambridge , and there was a big spread in the local newspaper , with photos of him and his bride and some of his crew — from the neck upwards . |
| 10 | He just stood there , staring past me , his arm flung out in front of him and his attention fixed on what had to be the assistant manager of the National Westminster Bank , Mitcham . |
| 11 | His note-book was open in front of him and his helmet was on the table . |
| 12 | His body was rich with the smell of sweat and kahlua and he sent me sprawling and hyper with untold hormones upon the bathroom tiles , but one day , suddenly , actually it was night , parked atop Mulholland Drive with the car windows steamed and the upright stick shift pressing painfully against my lower back and my head banging against the passenger door , I was paralysed by the heaving horny heaviness of him and my climax was full and first — first time ever — but followed by a limpness in my body , dull as the shade of putrid beige , and later I dreamed he had invaded me in sleep and crushed me with his broadness and with pillows , though Crilly it was not suffocation I feared , no , it was something more abstract , more bodily and carnivorous , something akin to nameless reptiles , and it was not so very different from the gun and the windbreaker blowing large and puffy about a stranger 's gut like a tent in my car at Pico Boulevard , and I so sure I would be found dismembered and crotchless and gory and absurd , strewn from limb to limb across the green tweed upholstery , unrecognisable in death , and again the windows steamed , the windows steamed with that hot clenched nameless fist inside me and the glide of cool metal against my neck , and then there were no thoughts , no words in my head , nothing . |