She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.
Thought you might be interested in something I found in Sean's notebook, Rourk said and rose, handing it to him.
Deidre, the notebook on top of my desk.
He even produced a notebook, a sure sign of expanding curiosity.
Fred pulled out his notebook and began scribbling.
Deidre wiped away more tears and went to her messy desk, where a red-covered notebook sat on a pile of paper.
A notebook lay on the table next to a few scrolls, an ancient manuscript and another block of stone with carvings too faint for Gabe to read.
He pushed the wreckage around and dug his notebook out of the mess.
The vial sat on the counter next to his notebook, and she watched him pick up a syringe.
She flipped open the notebook and buried her nose between the pages, breathing the fresh paper smell.
Such a notebook would last her a week or two.
Cynthia rushed into the room, the notebook still in hand, and with Martha, hovered over the pending demise of the trembling rodent.
Nor the notebook, Dean thought.
Aren't you going to give the nice lady the notebook too, Fred?
Cynthia renewed her work on the notebook and just smiled.
Judging by the position of his computer, he'd been on it last night, and the black notebook where he wrote notes to himself about his duties was missing.
He dug out his black notebook from the depths of a desk drawer and held it out to her.
She shrugged out of her coat without releasing the notebook and sat across from him on the black couch.
The notebook was filled with diary-like entries.
The system of Forbes was reconstructed after his death from notebook jottings, and neither Garrod nor Forbes have left any permanent mark on.
He made a business-like little notebook, ruled off spaces for the thirteen virtues and the seven days of the week, " determined to give a week's strict attention to each of the virtues successively.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
Prince Andrew took out his notebook and, leaning on the cannon, sketched a plan of the position.
Hand this to Count Willarski (he took out his notebook and wrote a few words on a large sheet of paper folded in four).
On returning home in the evening he would jot down in his notebook four or five necessary calls or appointments for certain hours.