Then she will indeed be left to wind out her days and nights with only her captivating spouse.
When Murray raced to a 6-1 lead with his second ace, all that was left to wind the match up was a delightful final flourish, a delicate reverse chip that left Ferrer stranded and bereft.
Sentences expend their syntactic energy quickly and are left to wind down like music boxes: "In the hard flat light beyond strip malls, / we sealed ourselves in your apartment, / intact as a memory of singing past bedtime, / our voices sweet as the guitar you strummed, / fading out, as if you read my mind, / to go it alone".
Following this, Geraghty felt he was being left to "twist in the wind" until the authorities made up their minds, which they did finally in May, charging him and a military officer with offences against national security.
It deserves help, not to be left to twist in the cold wind from the east.Russia should be told that its bullying is an intolerable echo of the past.
From the moment Nixon's press secretary, Ron Ziegler, confessed that "All previous statements are inoperative", the lid came off a world in which documents were deep-sixed, hang-out roads considered, slush funds accumulated, enemies' lists drawn up, pointy-heads abused, downside risks calculated and opponents left to twist slowly in the wind.
These brave men and women who put their trust in the United States are left to twist in the bureaucratic winds while being slowly hunted down, terrorized or killed by people in the Middle East with long memories.
The balloons were filled with gas and launched from the top of a shed, and it was then left to the wind to carry them out of Metz.
But in Slope, Hettinger, Adams, Grant, Burke, Divide, Garfield or any of the hundreds of other plains counties that seem to have one foot in the grave, land is being left to the wind and sparse rain.
But it turns out that an N.F.L. team that leads by a field goal with three minutes left to go winds up winning the game 79 percent of the time.
They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through brittle branch wood, Jack lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses' hooves.
