"I live just over there," she said.
"I was crossing 6th Avenue, just over there, when..."...
Those we have loved are just over there, on the other side.
F. Rothschild was just over there," Mr. Poulakakos said, pointing out a window.
"The blood was pouring out of him, but he was saying, 'I don't need to go to the hospital; I live just over there,' " Mr. Johnson said.
"I remember a man in a long black dress with a ZZ Top beard standing just over there," says my friend, who lives in the town.
"In terms of European Tour sponsors, the main guys from BMW and Barclays are just over there," he says, nodding to one shaded area.
His rehearsals operated the same way, always moving toward an infinite point of truth just over there, just past the visible horizon.
Post gleefully pats himself on the back and admires his hard-fought struggle to get from just over there to right here.
"They set it up just over there," said Edward William Smith, a 70-year-old retired miner who left the pits to make milk bottles in the town's other former staple, the glassworks.
Little Dorrit is rich in epicycles: here a little flourish of Barnacles or an orbit for Mr F's aunt; there a moon called Bleeding Heart Yard; and, just over there, a minor planet on which Mrs General drives the proprieties in the form of elocution lessons for genteel young ladies ("papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prisms").
