Miss Clara chuckled like a mother hen.
Finally Miss Clara gathered her papers.
"I miss you," he whispered.
Unfortunately, he did not miss the child until the following morning.
If he thinks I might be up today, he'll insist on staying home so he won't miss me.
You'd never miss ONE of them, I'm sure!
Miss Sullivan taught me to take all the care of my new pet.
Miss Clara nodded and glanced at Brandon.
"Wouldn't miss it," Damian said and stood to shake his hand.
The regimental commander ran forward on each such occasion, fearing to miss a single word of the commander-in-chief's regarding the regiment.
Did you miss the job?
Something I said made her think she detected in my words a confession that I did remember Miss Canby's story of "The Frost Fairies," and she laid her conclusions before Mr. Anagnos, although I had told her most emphatically that she was mistaken.
He turned to Miss Clara.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
I dialed Miss Reagan first.
"I miss Damian," she whispered.
Give me my thimble, Miss, from there...
Miss Clara gathered her papers and smiled up at him.
You don't miss your friends?
She didn't miss the surprised look on Han's face.
She can't because Molly would miss school.
"If you please, Miss! allow me," said the maid, who on her knees was pulling the skirt straight and shifting the pins from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue.
Why don't you get a wet cloth, Miss Spencer?
Just fine, Miss Clara.
"Thank you for your time," Adrienne said as she stood and shook Miss Clara's hand.
Brandon folded into the chair Miss Clara had vacated and smiled nervously.
Do you miss her?
On Miss Sullivan's return to Brewster, she read to Helen the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy," which she had purchased in Boston for the purpose.
If I miss, I'll paralyze you for eternity.
"You mustn't laugh, Miss," said Dunyasha.
Then I started worrying about how I was going to take care of the baby and how much it would miss because I didn't have the money to...
I miss their annual calendar.
Let me ask you something else, Miss Reagan.
I hadn't told him of our miss information ploy to Ethel Reagan.
I'll miss her so as she missed her mother whom I was forced to lay to rest before the little lovely was mine.
God, I'll miss her!
"No; you miss many pleasures," remarked the cab-horse, pityingly.
I miss that and I'm not going to be held back simply because you're afraid to have me wandering around on my own.
I'll miss my class in Boston but maybe I won't get lost someplace smaller.
You once mentioned considering the dissemination of miss information.
This killer of Miss Washington is your most dire threat to date.
"I'm pleased to meet you," said Miss Molly as she shook each of our hands in turn.
I was culpable in contributing openly to the memory of Miss Washington and I was listed in some press accounts as the well-known grandfather of Eric when he was kidnapped last fall.
Naughty, naughty, Miss Reagan; mustn't make daddy mad!
He's stalking us and he's going to be successful if Miss Julie spills the beans.
First their location; gleaned from that accommodating Miss Washington and her memory of the area code.
The first Christmas after Miss Sullivan came to Tuscumbia was a great event.
Every one in the family prepared surprises for me, but what pleased me most, Miss Sullivan and I prepared surprises for everybody else.
She didn't miss the way the others moved out of his way or the way the aura of command around him filled up the room.
I can't get Howie to leave and I miss Molly.
Do you miss it?
Then again, maybe you didn't miss anything at all.
I cannot explain the peculiar sympathy Miss Sullivan had with my pleasures and desires.
I'll sorely miss her frightened cries.
I had made many mistakes, and Miss Sullivan had pointed them out again and again with gentle patience.
One day, Miss Sullivan tells me, I pinned the word girl on my pinafore and stood in the wardrobe.
Everything Miss Sullivan taught me she illustrated by a beautiful story or a poem.
Miss Sullivan and I kept up a game of guessing which taught me more about the use of language than any set lessons could have done.
One day Miss Sullivan attracted my attention to a strange object which she had captured basking in the shallow water.
I had never crossed it until one day Mildred, Miss Sullivan and I were lost in the woods, and wandered for hours without finding a path.
"Now, Miss Sonya is sure to see something," whispered Dunyasha; "while you do nothing but laugh."
"Please, Miss!" whispered a maid entering the room with a mysterious air.
Don't miss the baklava for dessert and the extensive wine choices.
But you also won't want to miss the entrees such as the ground lamb cooked with onions, or tandoori chicken breast and shrimp.
Don't miss the in-house made desserts like apple pie and key lime pie.
Don't miss a walk around the museum's lovely grounds, especially in the fall when the fall foliage is in full color.
Don't miss its made-in-house ice creams and sorbets.
If you are more adventurous, be sure not to miss dining at one of the area's haunted restaurants for a meal you may never forget.
Dessert includes a green tea ice cream you won't want to miss.
He anguished over the possibility, fearful he would be so horror-stricken he'd wake and miss the telling information that would lead to a capture.
Would any of you truly miss your everyday lives?
She was a sweet girl and I'd truly miss her when she returned to her mother, and presumably her stepfather.
"I hope Howie has come to his senses and booked his flight back," Betsy said, then added, "But I'll miss Molly like she was my own."
"I'll miss you too," she said as I dialed Julie's number and handed her the phone.
He'd forgone the trip to pick me up, afraid he'd miss a call for information on his sister's death.
They've taken Miss O'Malley into surgery so it's waiting time.
"Let's get this over with, so you don't miss your hot date," she said coolly.
"You must miss your brother," she said softly.
She didn't miss the way he bristled but turned her back to him to return to the library.
She didn't miss the look of relief that crossed Pierre's face and suspected he'd been threatened with a reassignment for shooting her.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
But Miss Sullivan did not arrive until the following March.
It was so cool up in the tree that Miss Sullivan proposed that we have our luncheon there.
But Miss Sullivan shook her head, and I was greatly puzzled and disappointed.
Miss Sullivan tried to teach me to count by stringing beads in groups, and by arranging kintergarten straws I learned to add and subtract.
Miss Fuller and Miss Sullivan could understand me, but most people would not have understood one word in a hundred.
I represent my teacher as saying to me of the golden autumn leaves, "Yes, they are beautiful enough to comfort us for the flight of summer"--an idea direct from Miss Canby's story.
For two years he seems to have held the belief that Miss Sullivan and I were innocent.
In this account of the picnic we get an illuminating glimpse of Miss Sullivan's skill in teaching her pupil during play hours.
The college authorities would not permit Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in braille.
Miss Keller likes to be part of the company.
Miss Keller talks to herself absent-mindedly in the manual alphabet.
The episode had a deadening effect on Helen Keller and on Miss Sullivan, who feared that she had allowed the habit of imitation, which has in truth made Miss Keller a writer, to go too far.
The style of her version is in some respects even better than the style of Miss Canby's story.
A remarkable example is a paragraph from Miss Keller's sketch in the Youth's Companion.
In these years the fear came many times to Miss Sullivan lest the success of the child was to cease with childhood.
At times Miss Keller seemed to lack flexibility, her thoughts ran in set phrases which she seemed to have no power to revise or turn over in new ways.
Miss Keller began to get the better of her old friendly taskmaster, the phrase.
The style of the Bible is everywhere in Miss Keller's work, just as it is in the style of most great English writers.
Stevenson, whom Miss Sullivan likes and used to read to her pupil, is another marked influence.
Miss Keller's autobiography contains almost everything that she ever intended to publish.
Miss Sullivan had put out the light and gone away, thinking I was sound asleep.
At last sleep surprised me, and when Miss Sullivan returned she found me wrapped in a blanket by the hearth.
"Why, didn't you know, Miss?" replied the maid.
Pierre did not take his eyes from him and did not miss his slightest movement.
He'd managed to miss the hurricane, though the waters were still rough and the waves high.
I miss the stars.
Something akin to getting a date with Miss America: Sure, in theory, possible—but realistically, it ain't gonna happen.
Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
He did not miss a single word he uttered, and would afterwards, with Dessalles or by himself, recall and reconsider the meaning of everything Pierre had said.
Long before I learned to do a sum in arithmetic or describe the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me to find beauty in the fragrant woods, in every blade of grass, and in the curves and dimples of my baby sister's hand.
From the beginning of my education Miss Sullivan made it a practice to speak to me as she would speak to any hearing child; the only difference was that she spelled the sentences into my hand instead of speaking them.
"You can't, Miss, we have tried to," said the butler's assistant.
After my teacher, Miss Sullivan, came to me, I sought an early opportunity to lock her in her room.
I'll truly miss you.
We talked about celibacy and all the stuff he'd miss.
We tried to duplicate our New Hampshire activities; even recording our efforts but fixing the settings proved to be hit and miss.
"I miss my friend Wynn," she admitted softly.
If you don't mark 'em all with rocks we're going to miss a turn on the way out and end up god-knows-where in the middle of the earth someplace.
Your parents will miss us.
That's up to other people, not us, but I can tell you we'll miss you terribly and we'd love to have you stay a part of our family.
"That's what deputies and under-sheriffs are for," he answered with a grimace and then pictured sending snippy Miss Larkin burrowing underground like a weasel and rolling a stone against the entrance.
God, I'll miss her.
He'll go back to school in September, but miss the spring semester, and not graduate.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot lady—used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
I'm sure you miss him, Dean said, fishing for a reaction.
If anyone knows the whereabouts of Josh, last name unknown, contact Miss Edith Plotke on 6th Street.
Dean lied that he'd miss them and strolled into the kitchen where Cynthia and Maria were enjoying a second breakfast.
So that's Miss Lydia Larkin.
The Dawkinses were history and no one seemed to miss the feuding quartet.
Worst of all: she'd miss her first dinner date with Gabriel.
Do you miss me already?
You miss her, don't you?
Do you ever miss the countryside? she asked.
She didn't miss Hannah's stunned look, as if it were a miracle her homely sister could catch the eye of anyone!
It's hit and miss on what'll happen.
I'll miss my dear brother.
He.d miss the smell and sight of his homeland and yearned already to stay here rather than return to his dark corner of the Immortal underworld!
Do I miss you even when I know I can call you and you.d come without question?
Master Kris has ordered us to respect any wish you have, Miss Hannah.
"I'll miss you," Kiera said.
Good. Tell her I miss her, too.
You must miss your home as I do mine.
It's a famous author named Miss Gladys Turnbull.
Miss Worthington was the one that actually found them ladies.
Then he added magnanimously, "I'm donating the school book and ink bottle to the museum, seeing as Miss Worthington helped in locating the buyers and all."
Miss Worthington said she remembers it from when she was a girl.
Miss Worthington was a girl in the nineteen-forties!
Me and Miss Worthington are going to do a real study tomorrow.
Miss Worthington's a big mucky-muck in the historical society, he said, for Edith Shipton's benefit.
I'll miss it here.
"Miss Worthington let me take it out of the museum so's you could see it," Fred said as he presented a curled, cardboard sepia image.
I looked for your books in the library, Miss Turnbull, but we couldn't find them.
I'd already told Miss Worthington down at the museum she could have the pen and ink bottle.
I have to tell you, Mr. Ryland is a damned sight more pleasant than bossy Miss Quincy, the sister from hell.
I gotta bite the bullet and go see Miss Worthington, with my hat in hand, and explain how I misplaced that picture she kindly lent me.
I'd try to smooth over the missing picture with Miss Worthington by telling her about this here notebook, but I can't be sure she'd keep her mouth shut and not blab about it to the Quincy ladies.
"Wish me luck with Miss Worthington," he added as he left, slightly hobbled from his day on the slopes.
Sorry you'll miss out on the other eighteen.
Something doesn't add up with Miss Annie Quincy.
Miss Worthington spent the day waiting on Claire and showing her and her sister the old newspapers on microfilm at the library.
"Sounds like Miss Worthington is a quick read on the old bitch if you ask me," Dean said.
With Bird Song being full, much as I'd like to get to know Miss Annie a little better, she'll have to wait in line.
And Miss Turnbull, the author, when I told her, said she feels things, too.
Fred had left a half hour earlier, to see Miss Worthington, about some business, or so he claimed.
Miss Worthington is letting him get an early start.
Dean asked as Fred left to change for yet another dinner engagement with Miss Worthington.
Our guest, Miss Turnbull, has a boyfriend.
She and her husband related their conversation with Effie to Fred, how she had read the notebook, her comments regarding the gold coins, and their new, more respectful evaluation of Miss Effie Quincy.
"Give my regards to Miss Worthington," Dean said.
Then he added, I'm going to miss the kid.
We're going to miss it but the guy that's bunking with the fat lady just 'bought' our room.
Spent the night on Miss Worthington's sofa.
Miss M was much nettled when I told her I'd no longer dance to her music and I saw her talking about me to the man who owns this dreadful place.
Miss Annie's pretty much spelled it out in black and white in this here journal, even if it was in code.
I miss her cooking.
"Are you off to Miss Worthington's again?" he asked.
"Are you giving Miss Worthington another night off?" he asked as Fred sat across from him at the office desk.
"I miss you," was all he said.
He wondered how much Miss Mulligan knew about the aggressive Mrs. Shipton.
No trouble guessing where you stand with Miss Mulligan.
Miss Franny would never resort to writing something like this.
They were sorry to miss you but most of 'em will be back later in the month.
Yup. We even had it out with Miss Bed-hopper.
When Cynthia didn't answer, he added, "I miss you."
He's claiming head injury and all that shit...stuff—sorry Miss Turnbull.
I miss her, too.
But I can't say I miss that Shipton lady none.
Miss Worthington called from the islands.
He'd just returned from visiting sun-tanned Miss Worthington.
Fred was off to Miss.
Half the time pining for Miss Wonderful and the other half whining because she ripped my heart out!
Happy to make your acquaintance, Miss Sidwell.
Well look at you, Miss 'Oh!
I miss you too.
Well, Miss Sidwell, I'd say you're a big hit with high society.
Miss Sarah, Mr. Jackson, are you home?
Oh, Miss Sidwell, you have me quite smitten.
I'm well, I miss you too.
Hi buddy, I miss you too.
Did I miss anything?
I miss them already.
Huh. You are a wealth of information, Miss Sidwell.
Jackson worried Elisabeth would miss her family, but she assured him that Christmas was not nearly as important as The Wolf Moon.
But he's going to miss the telephone and television -- and that tiny bedroom upstairs isn't exactly the Hotel Hilton.
Alex glanced away uncomfortably, but she didn't miss the hurt in his eyes.
Carmen, I'm going to miss you.
Did I say I was going to miss you?
Well, I hate to leave, but I'd better get going or I'll miss my plane.
Katie didn't miss the exchange.
They were so busy with wedding arrangements that Carmen couldn't afford time to miss him - but somehow she managed to do it anyway.
Listen, little miss high and mighty.
I miss you, Carmen.
I miss you, too.
You'd miss talking to me?
I miss you, too, Lana thought.
You can't miss it.
"I really miss Rhyn right now," she murmured.
Miss your old friends?
Little things keep popping into mind—like Jeff won't be here for Randy's graduation, or he'll miss a neighbor's surprise party, or we'll never get to the Top of the Mark.
"You didn't miss a thing," then added, "except the power failure."
He knew the old man wouldn't miss the service and spotted him in the far right corner.
It's little Miss Perfect, isn't it?
"You can't miss his campsite," Gibbons answered, "It's the only one without a tent set up on it—just a pile of gear on the ground.
To Betty, he added, Good night, Miss Boise.
Why miss out on the magic of tonight?
"Aren't you afraid the goats are going to miss you?" she asked, patting him on the head.
You miss the herd too, don't you?
I miss my house though... and my walks in the hills.
I'm going to miss you today.
Surely it was normal to miss him.
Now if he called, she wouldn't miss it.
Do you miss your freedom?
I'd have to drive my own car... but we all would sure miss you.
The first day I was with them was the first day I didn't miss him something horrible.
I want you to miss me something fierce.
Do you miss riding on the beach with him?
I miss him so much.
You must miss her a lot.
They were both going to miss Jonathan, but especially Alex.
Think of the things she would miss and the instability of having no parents.
I miss food so much, Damian, she said with a sigh.
How I miss him!
Show them what they miss, or let them play with her before you take her to your warlord, the warlord stated.
His decision to stay at the hacienda last night had nearly caused him to miss it, but that was another story altogether.
I thought you were going to miss it.
I was afraid you would miss it all, but I was glad to hear you decided to spend a little more time with your father.
Destiny's eyelids kept drooping and then she would open her eyes wide as if afraid she might miss something good.
Don't pay any attention to miss snooty-face.
Did he miss the social life he had in Houston?
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