Example sentences of "n't [verb] to [pron] at [det] " in BNC.
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| 1 | I 'm afraid not , Miss Holbrook ; that idea does n't appeal to me at all . ’ |
| 2 | Well , I yes , yes , I does n't appeal to me at all . |
| 3 | I do n't object to it at all . |
| 4 | Well they wan na , do n't matter to me at all I just think they 're dodgy characters . |
| 5 | You ca n't , you ca n't speak to her at all ! |
| 6 | She did n't give one jot about him , kiss or no kiss , and she was going to make that perfectly plain by ensuring that she did n't react to him at all . |
| 7 | ‘ Anna has n't spoken to me at all , ’ confessed Seb unhappily . |
| 8 | He did n't like you , he did n't like you , he did n't take to you at all |
| 9 | They brought me down that day from Edinburgh , bundled me into a transit van with seats but no windows , handcuffed to a big quiet London lad who would n't talk to me at all and did n't even say much to the other two cops in the back of the transit just sat staring ahead and we seemed to drive all night just stopping once at some service station on the Ml , took a while to arrange everything , then they came in with a selection of cans of soft drinks and sandwiches and pasties and pork pies and chocolate and we all sat there munching then they asked me did I need the toilet and I said yes and they opened the door and it was straight over the grass into the gents ' toilets , two cops guarding the door and some men , looked like truckers , standing watching me , waiting for their turn after I 'd had my private visit ; only wanted a pee but I could n't do it even though the big lad was n't actually watching just having him standing there handcuffed to me was enough so they checked the stalls and then took the cuffs off me and I had to leave the door open a crack while I went , then back out and I see the other cop cars Christ a Range Rover and a Senator too I 'm a fucking VIP , then it 's into the van and on with the journey to London where the questioning starts ; they 're concentrating on Sir Rufus 's murder , for now , because they found a card a fucking business card in the woods near the burned cottage ; not mine that would have been too obvious but a card from a guy I know on Jane 's Defence Weekly with some scribbled notes on the back : |