He-s Sentence Examples
I don't know what he's up to, but I'm suspicious.
I think he's wealthy... his house is beautiful.
He says he's self employed.
I guess he's always been a part of me... one I've wasted most of my life trying to remove.
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Anyway, he's such a jerk.
Look at the way he's built.
He was at least equally intrigued by hers.
Diablo. He's Yancey's method of relieving stress and getting away from us women once in a while.
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Oh, he's thrown himself down there in the passage.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
Yes, but he's asleep.
Yes Alex, he's ours... yours.
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He lifted his gaze to hers.
I don't know if he's angry or not.
What men!... and they say he's not the right one....
But this sawhorse can trot as fast as you can, Jim; and he's very wise, too.
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It's a shame for a soldier to steal; a soldier must be honest, honorable, and brave, but if he robs his fellows there is no honor in him, he's a scoundrel.
And he's very honest, that's the chief thing.
It shouldn't make any difference if he's adopted.
The driver's name is John – he's the father, and the mother's name is Marie.
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You say he's not interested in you.
It was either that or start from scratch but he's not even sure he's a catholic, much less committed to anything.
He's thirty-six years old and starting life over; he's an empty box.
You'd think so and I guess he's curious about his past, but he's not as obsessed.
But it did not stop the heinous acts he's committing.
We know he's the killer.
Yeah, he's been pacing like a madman for a couple of hours.
He sounds like he's from Russia.
Not many willingly confront him, especially when he's in one of his moods.
He lowered his head and nudged hers aside, nipping at her neck.
You dropped me into this world, and he's kept me alive.
He chuckled and lowered her onto the bed, his body atop hers.
If he's apologizing, let him do so in peace.
If he's making the offer, he'll keep his word, she said.
Waiting for some sign of rejection, he lowered his head until his lips brushed hers.
Poor dear, he's as white as a sheet!--various voices were heard saying.
How he's grinning, the fat mug!
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
He lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met hers.
But then; he insisted those things were also hers.
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
He lifted the cup to take a sip and his eyes met hers accusatively.
He nodded, the topaz eyes probing hers suspiciously.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
He's nice too, but he's gone a lot of the time.
Lisa watched as he parked his car and walked over to examine hers.
He stuck his hands in his back pockets and frowned, his gaze searching hers.
His plans hadn't worked out, so now he was bitter because hers did?
Whatever he's paying you, I'll double.
Don't pay any attention to him, Fritz, he's just tryin' to scare us.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled as he noted the rising color in her cheeks.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
Oh, he's not mean.
If he isn't blind or dead, I'm sure he's noticed.
Don't you think he's a little old for me?
Anyway, he's about as romantic as a doorstop.
From what I hear, he's pretty... frugal; I guess would be the best word.
Mr. Catlin at the bank says he's as honest as they come.
It sounds like he's a respectable person who likes to keep to his self.
He finished his pie and leaned back in his chair, his gaze meeting hers.
Don't you think he's cute?
Now he's as strange as his mother was.
I swear, sometimes I think he's completely against progress.
Would you believe he covers up with the excuse that he's saving himself for one special girl?
I mean, he's a twenty eight year old man, for heavens' sake.
If he hasn't been with a woman, it's probably because he's had other ways of...
You defend him because you work for him and you're a loyal employee, but I'll bet you've wondered why he's so unresponsive.
And he's getting as fat as a hog on all the table scraps.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly and she rolled her head, finally touching his lips briefly with hers.
If he's honestly interested in me, he can come courting the proper way.
His hand covered hers and he took it in his, kissing it tenderly.
I think he's hungry.
Well, he's about to outgrow the cradle.
We'll hear him the same as when he's in here, but he won't be disturbed by us when we talk.
Quinn swims every morning and takes along a cake of soap because he's lazy.
Now he's at least functional but the sad part is he lost nearly all of his memory.
His mother, Martha's Aunt Rose says he's not the same person.
You say he's physically okay.
I bet he's a virgin!
God, he's probably never heard anyone doing that!
You could pretend to use the toilet and see if he's all right.
I just hate to see Howie suffering; especially after all he's gone through.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
He swears he's never.
Do you think he's going back in the past?
It's too bad he's convinced it's your tests that cause the visions.
His paper work checks out and he's visible but blurry a half dozen times on hotel video cameras.
He's about the same height and weight but he's younger.
In fact, he's gone missing, Quinn held a super market tabloid as we shared coffee before starting our day.
Oh, and tell him I swear not to look at what other girl's he's been calling... cross my heart, like fun!
Do you think he's one of people we tipped about to the line?
Everyone else is half-kidding about the existence of such a person but this guy knows he's for real.
This guy is not only careful, he's good.
I feel badly for him and he's such a sweet guy; I love him to death!
Now he's gone and exposed himself to the world.
First he's telling everything to a shrink; now this bimbo!
We deserve a little privacy, especially Howie; he's under the most pressure.
It's all our lives he's putting at risk.
Granted, he's been secretive about Julie but the fact he brought her here to meet us shows he's opening up.
Maybe he's waiting to see if we buy her story or the tip that mentioned his facial hair.
And he's using that knowledge to his advantage... better disguises, changing his MO, carefully executing his abductions.
Besides, he's out of town for the weekend, I lied.
Can you imagine that... a guy in his thirties not even knowing if he's ever been kissed?
It's tearing him up but he's determined to move ahead.
He's climbing a tree next to the wall... he fell... he's up again... and over.
It has a motor... an electric motor and he's on a narrow trail!
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
He's much better now and it's not just the shrink he's seeing.
There's no question he'll walk away from what he's doing if it becomes public.
You can bet by now, he's dumped them.
He's stalking us and he's going to be successful if Miss Julie spills the beans.
Howie will be back when he's ready.
It looks like he's moving east and maybe will drop down in the states in New York or New England.
As big a pain Quinn is at times, I know he's as committed as the rest of us to helping as many kids as possible.
Bethlehem! and he's forbidden by.
Now he's three thousand miles away.
Howie always has the option of quitting and denying he's the tipster if someone comes close to revealing him.
I think she understands if Quinn learns what Julie did, he's going to blow his stack.
Naturally, the statute of limitations has expired so he's as free as a summer breeze.
Baffled. He really hardly knew her but thinks he's supposed act like he's grieving.
Do you think he's our guy?
Then, bang, bang, he's dead.
But he's absent minded 'cause he forgets he's got a full refrigerator of stuff that's going to rot and stink up the place.
Then he's still after us?
I played dumb but I don't think he's satisfied with all my answers.
When Jude Bryce hears how his brother died, presumably avenging their arrest, he's going to announce it was the psychic tipster who killed him!
We figure he's still in the east.
Don't be concerned about Ronnie; he's history in your life now.
Do you think he's gone for good?
If you think he's after you, what makes you think he's left the area?
Let's hope he's left the area.
If he's dead set on questioning relatives, he can do it by phone.
He doesn't want to give up but he's afraid to even touch the equipment much less pack it up.
You said he's out of jail.
I think he's had a breakdown.
Maybe he's grown up and changed; God knows I have but back in the day, he was a little piss head, always getting in fights, picking on little kids.
So you're buying he's innocent?
I'm so thankful he's apparently left the area.
He sold the house after his release so he's in the chips.
Our people feel he's been very active since then.
No. He's not even on parole.
He served his time and after six months of monitoring, he's on his own.
Yes. He's registered here but no one is tracking him.
If he does to Molly what he's done to the others, it will kill Julie.
The neighbor we woke up says he's been around and he drives a dark blue van.
He's normally really loud and stupid about what he's doing.
I think he's on drugs.
But he's not one of them!
He'll never, ever let you down, but he's not the warm, fuzzy type who will hug you when you're down, either.
I don't know if he's going to try Saturday or if he's just flexing his muscles.
Jenn said he's at HQ.
Talon's an idiot, but he's getting help from someone else.
He touched her face, and she took his hand in both of hers.
It'll make or break him, and I don't feel like he's anywhere near ready.
We'll start by taking out what's here and the warehouse where he's storing weapons.
He's in bad shape, but he's alive.
If he's here, can you come here, too?
Dropped me in … not sure where, but Jule thinks he's in Ireland.
When he finishes clean-up in Ohio, he's been instructed to count the stalks of wheat in the field outside Speck's farmhouse and not return until he's done, Dusty growled.
He kissed her again more deeply and then rested his forehead against hers with a sigh.
He lowered his hand and took one of hers.
He was hurt" she rushed on, not wanting to admit how, "but he's safe for now."
I'm sorry for your loss, Jule, but my father, he's all I have.
Darian wants nothing to do with any woman after what he's been through.
Fixed him up, and he's good as new.
If you're brave enough, you can see him when he's back.
We know what he's planning, he said calmly.
We know where he's taking her.
And he's not my master.
Bet he's got a girl in town.
If he doesn't refuse me because he's tired.
I have dreams about him where he's sad and alone.
Any cell phone intercepts on why he's in town?
He suspected it was because the same mettle lining Dusty's backbone lined hers.
Lon says he's not … normal, if you'd call any of them normal.
He's dreamy, runs his own um, business, and he's got, like, Superman powers.
He's been after bad guys for thousands of years, and he's never gone to the Dark Side or quit or anything.
Yep. He's a good guy.
That he's chosen you as his mate will basically ensure the continued existence of life as we know it.
I think he's since been sickened with evil and forgotten if you don't exist, neither does he.
The day kiri grows tired of him, he's going to my behavior modification training, Dusty assured him.
He took her hand in his and leaned forward, allowing his forehead to rest against hers.
If her bond to him was like hers to Gabriel, he'd be able to find her no matter what.
A human mate and so soon after he's taken command.
That … he's a father?
Now that he's the boss down here, it's a dangerous combination.
Yes. It didn't hurt he's old enough that he's had time to build his power as well.
One, he's letting me know he's the Dark One.
Maybe he's got something worse planned.
His game isn't the one you think he's playing.
Why do I have the feeling he's waiting to collect?
Not unless he's willing to make a deal with me.
He came back but he's barely speaking to me.
Like he's there but I'm not.
He withdrew and pressed his cheek to hers.
Sure. He's a high school kid.
I think he's a friend of Mr. Westlake.
No, he's just keeping me for now.
Nobody knows where the man is and even if he's been in there a long, long time, someone must care about him, or at least maybe did back then, when it happened.
Yeah. So he's like off the hook.
Perhaps he's so upset over Martha's leaving that he can't concentrate on anything else.
Fred's biggest shortcoming is that's he's not afraid enough!
He's got so much going for him—a girl who loves him, a great family, smarts, education, good looks, and you said he's a jock.
Look what he's got to spread around.
Imagine, he's even considering playing this game, and in some foreign country!
You raised him and you can be proud as punch of everything he's accomplished, but you've got to trust him, too.
He'll let us stew until he's damn good and ready.
At least he was, years ago, and he's moved back here.
It means he combs his hair like he's still wearing his football helmet.
Well, if he's on that jury, it won't take much time.
But he's far too young to have had any involvement with the Dawkinses, the mine, or the skeleton.
Right now, he's pissed at me.
Look how much information he's developed so far.
And you think he's my father?
Joseph thinks he's a big corporate executive but he's really only half a step above a clerk.
All I could think of was Randy and how lucky we are that he's got his act together in spite of this business with Jen—how much better off he is than Billy— and Jen than Melissa.
I'll bet he's planned this all along!
Much as we believe he's culpable, we don't have any hard evidence.
Pushing that stupid cart, he's probably not even to Ridgway yet.
So now he's suggesting I chased Billy down the mountain until he went over the side!
He made no bones about the fact that my ass is grass and he's a lawn mower.
I think now that he knows you were on the mountain and you suspect something about the vodka, he realizes you heard the siren so he's setting it up to look like it was me, not him, who chased Billy.
I think he's bluffing.
He's just busting you over it—showing he's in control—of all of us.
I'll go to the deli when he's having lunch.
Fitzgerald told me he's going to spring you tomorrow morning.
Rumor has it he's withdrawing from the election.
Just count your blessings he's out of the running and now you're a slam-dunk to become Sheriff David Dean.
But now that he's missing, I'm scared to death, wondering what he'll do next.
But now he's gone and disappeared.
No one knows where the hell he is, or what he's plotting.
I need Wynn, but he's nowhere to be found this morning.
I plan on returning to see what my brother is doing with all those histories he's not sharing.
By now, he's found a way to keep her there, even if she wins our deal.
Or he's killed her.
Except that he's still got a hand in all this, Andre said calmly.
I'm guessing he's no longer missing.
His one-night stand last week made him appreciate what it was to have a lover who was as infatuated by his body as he was hers.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
She took the hand he rested on her forehead into both of hers.
If the Dark One can't feed, he's going to massacre everyone in his path.
Might be why he's in such a hurry.
He had paid for the car and told her it was hers.
He knows how good he's got it.
And he's not bossy.
I think he's better equipped than I am.
Well, I have to admit he's all of those.
Because he's too bold – and we're not that far from the house.
He met her half the distance and folded her in a warm embrace, his lips seeking hers briefly.
He put his hands on her shoulders and his troubled gaze met hers.
His gaze held hers and he tried to talk, but he only managed to cough.
He's alive, but he's been in a coma for a week.
He says he's Alex's father.
Well, he's probably not lying.
For a moment his hand lay there, and then he squeezed hers.
It quickly returned to hers and then he smiled.
His gaze finally left hers and he nodded.
People change, and right now he's probably feeling pretty vulnerable.
Surely he's seen you in a lot less than that.
Well, he's never been stabbed before.
He's your husband, and if you're shy, he's going to feel uncomfortable – unsure.
Now that he's not, maybe I'll have to be a little more assertive.
He jerked the robe from her hand and pulled her close in an intimate embrace, forcing his lips down on hers hungrily.
Are you saying he's the dead weight and not me?
I was thinking more along the lines that he can have no objection when I ask you to dinner, if he's out of the picture.
Also not helpful, since he's dead-dead.
It teaches compassion, because sitting on the bus, I know the person beside me is someday going to have to search his soul the same way I did, so I don't mind that he's spilling his coffee on my shoes.
And now, he's going to kill me.
He wants to kill me, because he's Death and that's what Death does.
You have a list of enemies longer than mine, and he's obligated to protect you.
He'd always had a morbid sense of humor, like hers.
Pretty sure he's the only one among us who was able to out-manipulate her.
Yes. He's the only one who seems like he'd tell me what's going on.
But he told me he'd give me a choice about whether or not I wanted to be with him, even though he's obligated by those laws.
But he's in danger.
He was already approaching her and stopped just before his body met hers.
He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers.
If you can't do what I did in a week, he's mine.
If nothing else, you know he's safe, and so are the little humans.
Maybe when he's stabilized, he can leave Hell.
I see him every few dozen years, usually when he's coming to kill my mama.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.
She imagined he went to her apartment to check on Toby and was struck by her longing to return to the tiny, cluttered mess of a life that was hers.
He wondered what hers was, and if it was the same gift of treachery that had doomed Lilith.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.
He released her without another word, and she curled onto her side, weeping not only for the bizarre world she'd entered but from the realization she'd never, ever, ever return to hers.
He was weak but alive, his body covered with his blood and hers.
Yeah, he's like that.
He can't wipe my memory --even Andre couldn't and he's older --and he can't fix what Rhyn's done.
Gabriel, he's protected and helped me more than once since the dungeon and done it out of some sort of sense of duty.
Even if he's done bad things…I don't know.
I don't think he's the lost cause you're making him out to be, she said, disturbed.
As much as he's done wrong in his life, he's not a liar.
He was, but he.s prepping for the Council meeting.
We think he might be an Ancient, but he.s so weak and his face has been so damaged, we can.t tell.
I'm not afraid of him, just because he's twelve feet tall and can bench press me with his toes.
They might appreciate artists more where he's from.
Her movement upset his balance again, and he shifted twice before finally allowing his knees to drop beside hers.
He is, but he's loyal.
He used his body to guide hers.
She turned a few more pages, until he rested a hand on hers to keep her from turning.
Romas, he's my mate.
The Council believes he's destroyed one planet and is about to destroy a second.
When he's running around destroying planets, I cannot help him.
He compared the letters in the book to those on the hems of the garments.
Unless he claims to be Donnie's father or he's adopted the boy, I doubt he'd have any rights to see him either.
I'll bet he's into something illegal, using the buildings to store lord-knows-what.
If this husband of hers is abusive and traced her charge slip to Bird Song that quickly, he means business.
She claims he's a wife beater.
So's I can stand out of the way while he does what he's going to do anyway, small town hick that I am.
Do you think he's a wife beater?
I'd have to say it's a distinct possibility he's a woman thumper.
Her old man beats her like a tin drum and he's gonna kill her if he finds where she is.
If he's looking for a mystery, he's sure got one now!
I think he's trying to do his research before Claire gets there.
I think he's carrying his ministry a little too far and he's already a married man.
She's met a gentleman, struck up a 'literary conversation,' as she tells it, and he's asked her to drinks and dinner.
She says he's captivated by her writing.
But he's so brave to do it, don't you think?
But at least he's arranging for her to give up the terrible life she's been leading.
Well, I'm sure Fred wasn't a hooker but I'm content to accept him on a present day basis, regardless of why he's so protective of his past.
So, he's a jerk—but that doesn't mean everything he says is a lie.
Besides, he's too interested in Martha to pay anything else much attention.
How can Edith be so stupid to as go back to him after all he's done to her?
Then Whitehouse added begrudgingly, And I guess he's smart.
But I wonder what he's thinking.
God," he said, as it began to sink in, "and now he's dead!"
She took a deep breath, I'm glad he's dead.
Don't let him continue to bother you now that he's gone.
My guess is Shipton either said something to someone before he croaked or he's still alive and talking.
If he wasn't that far, how come he's still around to point fingers?
Corday is the only one doing any investigating and he's the only one I'm inviting to stay.
Because if he is, he's either grossly mistaken, a damned liar or setting me up!
And he's pointing his finger at me.
Given what he's hearing and seeing now, it makes a heap of sense.
They didn't even tell his wife if he's alive or dead.
My source tells me they've snuggled Shipton someplace cozy because he's afraid you'll try to kill him again.
But he's not in critical condition?
Naw. He's bitching a lot about headaches, double vision and memory loss, and wants to see his own doctor but he ain't gonna die.
I know he's the boy's father.
He can kill himself if he's fool enough to want to but the boy has no business up there.
I suppose you should have been billing him that way all along, if this is where he's been corking the widow.
He remained motionless, wondering if she could possibly have left hers and Ryland's room nearly next to his without hearing them.