How to use Larkin in a sentence
Dean telephoned the sheriff's office, crossing his fingers that the redheaded deputy Lady Larkin was out bagging the ten most wanted speeders.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
Maybe I'll get to fire Lydia Larkin.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot lady—used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
The next stop on his list was visiting Ms. Lydia Larkin, deputy sheriff, whose presentation of a speeding ticket and general attitude still pissed him off, just remembering it.Advertisement
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the Cañon City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
Close on his heels was Lydia Larkin, tucking in her blouse and adjusting her skirt.
He explained his aborted visit to Lydia Larkin and watching as she embraced her boss.
Deputy Sheriff Lydia Larkin drove by in her official white Blazer and Dean repressed the impulse to give her a one-finger salute.
He wondered if it was Lydia Larkin, the new deputy, hot on the trail of a speeder.Advertisement
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
He turned to Larkin.
He turned to Lydia Larkin as one of the EMT personnel hurried over.
Dean's Jeep was at the uphill end of the line of cluttered vehicles and Lydia Larkin was long gone by the time he was free to leave.
You're something else, Ms. Larkin.Advertisement
Lydia Larkin continued to stare, then shrugged and began filling her glass.
Ms. Larkin was far from sober, but Dean had unanswered questions.
They were close to wrapping up the session when deputy Lydia Larkin moved quietly into the room.
Dean joined the applause while Lydia Larkin looked embarrassed.
Lydia Larkin moved a step forward.Advertisement
But in Fitzgerald's defense, there were two pint bottles of vodka at Lydia Larkin's place, so he may have bought them for her.
Dean thought about Lydia Larkin, the new redhead in town.
Perhaps it is time to visit Ms Larkin again.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
I saw you—when he left your place The fire in Lydia Larkin's eyes cooled appreciably.Advertisement
Lydia Larkin thought the story was nonsense.
It was Lydia Larkin.
Lydia Larkin opened the door as soon as she spotted Dean.
Lydia Larkin spun out of the meadow in a cloud of dust, leaving Dean to await its dissipation before following in his open vehicle.
As he drove back to town, he continued to mull over what Under Sheriff Larkin had said about Fitzgerald.
Lydia Larkin had led Dean in with neither exchanging a word.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
After it was repeated, Dean answered it to find Lydia Larkin.
So that's Miss Lydia Larkin.
Lydia Larkin's voice broke the silence.
I'd guess he'll think twice now before intimidating Ms. Lydia Larkin!
I'm beginning to think we might be underestimating deputy Larkin.
Dean then told Fred of Lydia Larkin's clever set up of Fitzgerald.
Lydia Larkin was bent over at the waist, hardly able to stand, clutching her mid-section.
Lydia Larkin considered her answer.
David Dean harbored serious doubts about leaving Lydia Larkin's apartment without either contacting the police or calling an ambulance—or maybe a lawyer.
Brandon Westlake, mournfully depressed, readied for Billy Langstrom's funeral while Dean wondered if Lydia Larkin might be involved in funeral plans of her own.
There was no sign of Fitzgerald, Lydia Larkin, the jailer, or Fred O'Connor.
Dean then brought Lydia Larkin into the picture by telling Jake Weller how she had radioed Fitzgerald with the two Denver investigators in her car, making the call from the spot where he claimed she'd be out of reception.
Then he added, Ms. Larkin better watch her pretty butt.
His first thought was to call Ms. Larkin and demand further details.
Lydia Larkin is running for sheriff.
I'm not sure I'd put anything past Ms. Larkin.
He remained, however, uncertain how to do so without immersing himself further in Lydia Larkin's sordid activities.
Knowing Lydia Larkin, I'm not so sure.
Dean didn't think Lydia Larkin did anything for the fun of it.
He mulled the subject over in his mind and decided to speak to Lydia Larkin again.
It was Lydia Larkin, in uniform, in her official vehicle.
Lydia Larkin was a wreck, as unstable as the night Billy Langstrom died.
When Dean told Fred about Fitzgerald's death Fred immediately, in his best I-told-you-so tone, assigned the guilt to Lydia Larkin.
An autopsy would surely reveal Fitzgerald's knife wound, bringing Lydia Larkin's complicity into play, and probably Dean's.
Lydia Larkin stood, feet apart, in the classic shooting position, both hands clamped on her smoking gun.
In the days that followed, the shooting was ruled justified and Lydia Larkin was cleared of any wrongdoing.
Lydia Larkin was never brought into the picture.
When they questioned Jake Weller about the source of the high-level endorsement, he hinted Lydia Larkin knew someone in the system who'd pulled strings.
Newly crowned heroine Lydia Larkin won the election by eight votes.
Are you sure you're comfortable with me working for Sheriff Lydia Larkin?
Lydia Larkin let loose a sigh of relief.
Some of the plants are among the largest in existence, notably the Union and the Wagner Palace car works, the Union dry docks, the steel plants of the Lackawanna Iron and Steel Company, and the Larkin soap factory.
Larkin (1802-1858), was instructed to work for the secession of California from Mexico, without overt aid from the United States, but with their good-will and sympathy.
Fremont had information beyond that of ordinary men that made him believe early hostilities between the United States and Mexico to be inevitable; he was also officially informed of Larkin's secret task and in no way authorized to hamper it.
Californians had been very friendly to Americans, but Larkin's intimates thought they had been tricked, and the people resented the stealthy and unprovoked breaking of peace, and unfortunately the Americans did not known how to treat them except inconsiderately and somewhat contemptuously.
Larkin looked unsure of how to respond, but finally did just that, nervously, but with a cold and silent determination while trying to ignore young Martha.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot ladyâ€”used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the CaÃ±on City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
There was a listing for newly arrived L. Larkin, with an address on Oak Street.
Lydia Larkin was silent, a look of sheer panic on her face.
During the short drive to Lydia Larkin's quarters, Dean's brain pounded with the question of the siren that preceded the horrible accidentâ€”and his glimpse of a white vehicle.
She was a different person, different from the Lydia Larkin who'd busted him for speeding and far different from the frightened girl who reluctantly descended to the wreck.
I think we all should show Deputy Larkin our appreciation with a round of applause.
Ms. Larkin injured her knee in doing so, though thankfully, not too seriously.
Lydia Larkin, hero of the day, scooted out before the gavel fell.
I saw youâ€”when he left your place The fire in Lydia Larkin's eyes cooled appreciably.
Lydia Larkin was seated at a desk in the drab outer room, looking as pensive as Fred O'Connor back in his cell.
David Dean harbored serious doubts about leaving Lydia Larkin's apartment without either contacting the police or calling an ambulanceâ€”or maybe a lawyer.
The resolution of that sticky problem produced a solid, albeit abbreviated, night's sleep, surprisingly unfettered by dreams starring such names as Fitzgerald, Larkin, and Dawkins in imagined roles and sinister locations.
Dean did not suggest that Officer Larkin who answered the 911 call in Jake Weller's absence had acted hastily, though in his mind he questioned the shooting.
If Lydia Larkin had heard Westlake's admission before she fired the fatal shot, it was apparently lost in her mind in the mayhem that followed.
Pop Larkin buys some unwanted belongings from an old lady named Mrs Meredith.
They run their own London-based public relations consultancy, Regester Larkin.
Mr. Larkin has been credited with ability of a kind and with moving eloquence.
Pathos Poetry (or other literature) which evokes pity or sadness in the reader e.g. Send No Money by Philip Larkin.
A very strong campaign for that is based in Bilston in my constituency, led by the redoubtable campaigner, Tom Larkin.
A name plate identified her as "Larkin."
Larkin certainly didn't resemble the sheriff in any way.
Larkin asked, trying to look down at Martha and at the same time keeping a wary eye on Dean, who was ready to kill her.
I don't know where Jake picked up Larkin, but he can send her back as far as I'm concerned.
When he stopped for a breath, she asked if Larkin was good-looking.