Example sentences of "her [noun pl] [be] [v-ing] [pron] " in BNC.
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| 1 | Her fingers were gripping her dress , and she knew that she was trembling . |
| 2 | Her knickers are hobbling her skinny legs where I abandoned them . |
| 3 | ‘ My darling ! ’ he whispered hoarsely , and , as if trying to believe what her eyes were telling him , his arm tightened about her and , ‘ Are those tears , the ones you 're only just managing to hold back , tears of joy ? ’ he asked tensely . |
| 4 | Her brain was still having a great deal of difficulty coping with what her eyes were telling her . |
| 5 | The appeal in her eyes was asking me to leave . |
| 6 | She stretched out on the narrow bench gazing at the ceiling , and he pushed her legs backwards until her knees were touching her shoulders . |
| 7 | She could see , as plain as the nose on her face , that here was a man of the self-centred , philandering , dangerous variety , the kind of man no girl in her right mind would risk getting involved with … so how come her hormones were letting her down in this maddening way ? |
| 8 | Her parents were expecting her to go to the college they themselves had attended . |
| 9 | His low chuckle and the touch of his finger tips drifting lightly over her curves were making it difficult for her to concentrate . |
| 10 | Her maids were unfolding her cloak , and the page who held her boots was kneeling so that she could put her feet into them . |
| 11 | Her tears were wetting his shirt and she lifted her hand , wiping at her wet cheeks and smoothing the white shirt thoughtlessly , trying to make it dry . |
| 12 | But I also was injured 'cos her friends were hittin' me . |
| 13 | ‘ She was very sensitive and if she thought people did not like her or she thought her friends were ignoring her she became paranoid . ’ |
| 14 | She was confused , one of her friends was picking her up at the studios that afternoon , not M. Apéritif , but a doe-eyed Persian who was — he said — training to be an engineer . |
| 15 | Her arms were finding their way about him , hands lifting , and the pleasure her mouth took from his could not be kept localised , a rapid tide of rich sensation spreading and sweeping through her whole being . |
| 16 | Even her hands were touching something pleasant — silky , soft ; she moved her fingers luxuriously , then slowly consciousness returned . |
| 17 | She could feel the muscles of his arms jump where her hands were touching him and exulted in the power she seemed to have over him . |
| 18 | But when she got to prison all her mates were telling her , ‘ No , no , you do n't talk to a prisoner like that , you talk to her sharp . ’ |
| 19 | She felt her hand being placed against his cheek , and then his lips pressing kisses upon it ; she pulled his hand back , and casting all caution to the winds pressed his palm to her own lips , fondling it , examining the scratched and chisel scars on his knuckles until he wanted her hand back again — and the manner in which they took it in turns to kiss hands through the wall became a competition between them to see who could demonstrate the greatest fondness , a competition that Jennifer was now desperate to win because all her instincts were telling her that Tristram was the only man she could ever love , and that through him lay her path to freedom and independence . |
| 20 | All her instincts were telling her this was going to be a fabulous evening . |
| 21 | she says the hum , and then she was telling us when she brought the tape back the other day one of her interviews was telling her she was interviewing this man s er out of , out of the blue take off all your clothes please . |