Yours will remain right beside mine.
Yours are alive and well in…?
"Which cats are yours?" he asked, forcing his mind off of Claire and Jenn.
Suddenly your adversary's checker disappears beneath the board, and the problem is to place yours nearest to where his will appear again.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, here's another admirer of that powder-monkey emperor of yours, he exclaimed in excellent French.
Try yours against one another, you two, and I'll look on!
"Maybe. But since I am the Gatekeeper, that's my concern, not yours," Darian said firmly.
"I take it those aren't yours," Darian said, leaning in to look at the animal heads on her bed.
She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.
It's that protege of yours, that sweet Princess Drubetskaya, that Anna Mikhaylovna whom I would not take for a housemaid... the infamous, vile woman!
It is only to prevent some Pugachev or other from killing my children and yours, and Arakcheev from sending me off to some Military Settlement.
"I'm yours, Darkyn," she said the words in a hushed voice.
It's yours if I get killed.
"Everything hurts what's yours!" she retorted with feeling.
So you could show off those incredible legs of yours and I could watch your cute little boom-boom as I followed you, gliding around the rink.
Yours. I want to see this house everybody else knew about.
(Not to mention the fact that, if the stuff all hits the fan, widget factories like yours would almost certainly be marked with bull's-eyes on the enemy's aerial bombing maps.)
Lovingly yours HELEN KELLER.
"It's yours," Dusty said, somewhat relieved to have a little more help.
"So I have to do my job because you can't do yours," he summarized.
"I'm yours, Darkyn," she whispered.
Yours is more so.
If I had a figure like yours, I'd use it.
"He's yours for a couple of hours," Gabe said to Rhyn.
This is yours if you get those puppies bagged and ready to go in under three minutes.
Though I guess if Death doesn't find their soul like she can't find yours, they can just … linger.
Even if I took yours, that's one. Or do demons not know how to count?
We're back to yours and mine again.
"Or is it yours?" he said, addressing the black-mustached Denisov with servile deference.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
We all remember ours but yours is missing.