Eksempler på bruk av ordet idet i setninger på bokmål.
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Tom dro akkurat idet jeg kom inn.
Tom left just as I came in.
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Han kom akkurat idet jeg var på vei ut.
He came just as I was leaving.
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Hun kom akkurat idet jeg var i ferd med å dra.
She arrived just as I was leaving.
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Tom kom akkurat idet jeg var i ferd med å dra.
Tom arrived just as I was leaving.
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Hun kom tilbake akkurat idet jeg var i ferd med å dra.
She came back just as I was leaving.
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Tom kom tilbake akkurat idet jeg var i ferd med å dra.
Tom came back just as I was leaving.
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En gutt tok vesken min idet han syklet forbi.
A boy snatched my purse as he rode by on his bicycle.
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Vi ankom stasjonen idet toget forlot.
We arrived at the station as the train was leaving.
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Tom ankom akkurat idet jeg skulle dra hjem.
Tom arrived just as I was going home.
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Han gikk til butikken akkurat idet den skulle stenge.
He went to the store just as it was going to close.
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Klokkene klang idet paret forlot kirken.
The bells chimed as the couple left the church.
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Mary sovnet akkurat idet filmen begynte.
Mary fell asleep just as the movie started.
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Akkurat idet hun var i ferd med å forlate butikken, så hun en vakker kjole i vinduet.
Just as she was about to leave the store, she saw a beautiful dress in the window.
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Vi nådde målet vårt akkurat idet jeg trodde bilen skulle gi opp å fungere.
We reached our destination just as I thought the car was going to give up the ghost.
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Kjenner du lukten av døden, spurte John, idet han dyttet knyttneven sin under nesen min.
Do you know the smell of death, asked John, shoving his fist under my nose.
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Da sesong 2 startet, bestemte Dima seg for at han trengte et nytt utseende, og - idet han rakte ned i lommen på sin Armani - trakk han ut et par superkule solbriller.
As Season 2 started, Dima decided that he needed a new look, and - reaching into the pocket of his Armani - pulled out a pair of supercool shades.
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Ikke tenk på melken, kamerater! - ropte Napoleon, idet han stilte seg foran bøttene. - Det vil bli tatt hånd om. Høsten er viktigere.
- Never mind the milk, comrades! - cried Napoleon, placing himself in front of the buckets. - That will be attended to. The harvest is more important.
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Den anti-rasjonelle, anti-rettferdige og anti-menneskelige kristne maligniteten stikker hodet frem igjen idet den leder kampen mot homofili på vegne av den guddommelige treenigheten av urasjonellhet, urettferdighet og hat.
The anti-rational, anti-justice and anti-humane Christian malignancy is rearing its head yet again as it leads the fight against homosexuality on behalf of the divine trinity of unreason, injustice and hate.
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Tre timer senere, sto kongen og sløvet rundt slottet, på jakt etter noe å sysle med. "Faen, jeg kjeder meg så mye," mumlet han irritert. "Ungene er på skolen. Gwo er på jobb. Impa er på sykehuset. Ganon—" Plutselig hørte kongen en uforståelig skrik og snudde seg for å se Fari haste forbi ham. "Faen, Fari, hva var det?!" "Drit deg ut, Deres Majestet!" ropte Fari på toppen av lungene. "Min... PMS-er som vanlig, ser jeg," fortsatte kongen å mumle nedstemt. "Shit, jeg er så jævla kjedet. Ingenting bra på TV. Ingenting bra på nett. Ingenting godt å spise." Idet han var i ferd med å forlate spisesalen, ble øynene hans trukket mot et ensomt kanelglass som stod på bordet. En skje med kanel var plassert praktisk ved siden av det. I en mer rasjonell tilstand kunne kongen ha vært rimelig mistenksom til dette, men nå var han så utmattet av kjedsomhet at enhver mulighet til å lindre den i ett minutt kjentes som en velsignelse. "Jeg lurer på hvordan malt kanel smaker," sa han nonchalant og puttet skjeen i munnen sin.
Three hours later, the King was loitering around the castle, looking for something to busy himself with. "Fuck, I'm so bored," he grumbled in exasperation. "The kids are at school. Gwo's at work. Impa's at the hospital. Ganon—" Suddenly the King heard an incomprehensible cry and turned around to see Fari rush past him. "Damn, Fari, what was that?!" "Piss off, Your Majesty!" Fari yelled at the top of his lungs. "My... PMSing as usual, I see," the King continued to mutter dejectedly. "Shit, I'm so fucking bored. Nothing good on TV. Nothing good online. Nothing good to eat." As he was about to leave the dining hall, his eyes were drawn to a cinnamon jar standing lonely on the table. A spoon of cinnamon was placed conveniently next to it. In a saner state the King may have been reasonably suspicious about it, but now he was so exhausted from boredom that any opportunity to relieve it for a minute felt like a blessing. "I wonder what ground cinnamon tastes like," said he nonchalantly and put the spoon in his mouth.
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