They were also concerned over yesterday's strange call, apparently from a state worker, asking if they'd heard from the girl.
With a resigned sigh, she opened the 'Alex' icon and deleted yesterday's message before starting another.
She's just casting it away like yesterday's trash.
With that odious chore behind him, Dean began to formalize his notes on yesterday's interviews.
And here we are, acting like two heavies from the Church of Yesterday's Morals giving him a hard time.
Nothing had been stolen and after yesterday's encounter with the blue Ford, all agreed they had a line on the prime suspects.
Overwhelming evidence demonstrated it was totally out of character for Jeffrey Byrne to discard his world like yesterday's trash, and yet, piece by piece, the picture was emerging that he'd done just that.
Dean spent the balance of Friday wading through paperwork, a chore made more depressing than usual because yesterday's drizzle had given birth to a storybook spring day.
This girl deserves better than to be tossed aside like yesterday's trash.
This was yesterday's catch.
She went quickly over uninteresting details, and never nagged me with questions to see if I remembered the day-before-yesterday's lesson.
Yesterday's perplexities are strangely simple to-day, and to-day's difficulties become to-morrow's pastime.
I only came round to ask Denisov about yesterday's order.
Yesterday's adjutant reproached him for not having stayed at the palace, and offered him his own house.
Berg and Boris, having rested after yesterday's march, were sitting, clean and neatly dressed, at a round table in the clean quarters allotted to them, playing chess.
But at noon the adjutant of the regiment came into Rostov's and Denisov's dugout with a grave and serious face and regretfully showed them a paper addressed to Major Denisov from the regimental commander in which inquiries were made about yesterday's occurrence.
That was all he thought about yesterday's ball, and after his morning tea he set to work.
She vividly pictured herself as Prince Andrew's wife, and the scenes of happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of yesterday's interview with Anatole.
An aide-de-camp, who had entered the bedroom to report to the Emperor the number of prisoners taken in yesterday's action, was standing by the door after delivering his message, awaiting permission to withdraw.