Hopefully she wasn't offended.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
It wasn't an easy decision.
I merely said it wasn't fair.
He wasn't going to buy it.
He wasn't hurt, he interjected.
He wasn't a-going to hurt himself.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
He was senseless; but I knew he wasn't drowned.
It wasn't so bad.
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.
But he wasn't her concern tonight.
I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
She had to move a few things to make room, but that wasn't too hard.
"I wasn't thinking," she said.
This wasn't the Alex she knew.
It wasn't true, of course.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
She wasn't contributing money, but she was certainly contributing her share.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
Even so, Alex wasn't back by the time she got out.
She was beginning to see why Alex wasn't impressed with Señor Medena.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
He wasn't gentle then.
It wasn't my intent to hide anything from you.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
That was good, wasn't it?
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
Wasn't it fine when those Germans gave us lifts!
It wasn't your fault so why should you mind?
She wasn't vain enough to think that turned him to drinking, though.
Communicating feelings with Alex wasn't always easy.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
Alex wasn't much help, though.
It wasn't like him to be petty.
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
I thought maybe I wasn't high society material.
I wasn't even aware that I was staring at her... there.
"It wasn't a peach, Eureka," said Dorothy.
Wasn't he my friend?
Wasn't I fond of him?
But this wasn't just any trip.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
I told her that the book wasn't afraid, and must sleep in its case, and that "girl" mustn't read in bed.
It wasn't a case of urging them on, there was no holding them in till we reached the place.
Only one terrible doubt sometimes crossed his mind: Wasn't it all a dream?
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
"I couldn't be here if it wasn't," she said.
I only hope it wasn't poison.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
"Ah, I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you met the children," said Natasha.
I was incredulous when he first told me the secret.