درس 8

She took a suitcase out of the closet and swung it up on the bed.
"He's not in the closet," Toby said, then laughed.

The continental plateau might for purposes of detailed study be divided into the continental shelf from - 660 ft.
This shelf was chosen in 1909 as the site of the public offices of the Union.

"Let me see something," he said, striding to where his desk was.
She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.

Her jewelry box was tiny and wooden.
Fred examined the small bone and handed it back to Cynthia who gingerly dropped it into a small crystal jewelry box on her bureau.

With great focus, she dug through the undergarments in the dresser and chose a set that matched, like human-Deidre did.
Going to the dresser, he pulled out some clothing.

As she pulled out the flatware drawer, the doorbell rang.
She reached into a drawer at the back of the craft.

The floor was cold.
The floor creaked as she chose the one on the right.

He sat up in the bed and looked around.
She sat down on the bed and sighed again.

Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
So whose bones are they?

Mine will be taught to mind.
So I say the horses and chickens are mine and Alex says the other animals are his.

Is this yours, Mrs. Barnett?
I hope to have a love like yours some day.

Nurturing was in his personality.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.

She held hers up for him to see.
His feelings for her were as genuine as hers for him.

We all remember ours but yours is missing.
But ours is better.

Now, take theirs and do the same.
"Pay for theirs too," he said.

She retreated to her bedroom to grab her purse.
I scooted into the bedroom and closed the door.

An old clock is an antique.
The clock kept on ticking.

Lisa pulled a curtain back to examine the sky.
He lowered the curtain, dropping the room into darkness.

Clothing sat on the nightstand near the bed.
There was an alarm clock on the nightstand beside the black base of a lamp.

It will be covered with carpet by next weekend.
This thing wouldn't be easy to handle on a red carpet, but I think I can make it all right.

She jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.

She pushed open the door with the mirror and stared.
A mirror lined the inside of one door.

After a warm shower, she felt better.
The shower was on, and she was singing.

She moved to the sink and turned on the water.
She dropped her glass in the sink and took a step backward.

"Toilet paper," she muttered.
She awoke on the lower bunk bed in a prison cell with no windows and a tiny metal toilet and sink.

She relaxed after a nice, long soak in the bathtub, her thoughts wandering among the stars.
Deidre washed her face and redid her makeup before venturing to peek into the bathtub again.

He quickly moved an armchair toward Princess Mary.
"He doesn't," Gabriel confirmed, and sat in an armchair near Rhyn.

I made myself comfortable on the sofa, my arm around Betsy, as we all waited for him to continue.
My smile disappeared when I saw Howard Abbott on the sofa, his head in his hands.

Too weak to push it off, he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him.
Series 2, Disciflorae, takes its name from a development of the floral axis which forms a ring or cushion at the base of the ovary or is broken up into glands; the ovary is superior.

He also brought a bottle of kvass, taken from the kitchen for them to try.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.

The president of the Republic has a military household, and the minister a cabinet, both of which are occupied chiefly with questions of promotion, patronage and decorations.
Fly down on Friday and we can put this whole thing in a file cabinet by the weekend.

Neither said anything while Dean began to clear the dishwasher from last evening's meal.
Rinsing it, he placed it in the dishwasher and shut the door.

She turned on the faucet, plunging her hands under the icy stream of water and gasped.
She turned on the faucet and let it run until it was hot enough then filled the bowl.

Not just microwave stuff?
Well, don't despair, help is at hand and we're not talking about microwave meals.

He opened the door of the stove to peek.
Did you get the stove burning?