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( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.
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* For a more detailed account of Christine de Pizan ’ s rhetorical strategies refer to Jenny R. Redfern ’ s excerpt Christine de Pisan and The Treasure of the City of Ladies: A Medieval Rhetorician and Her Rhetoric ( in Reclaiming Rhetorica, ed.
and those followers who " chant the name of the Lord " are cleared as outlined thus: " Her account is cleared by the Righteous Judge of Dharma, when she chants the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.
Her arrest on obscenity charges a few days before the election, for publishing an account of the alleged adulterous affair between the prominent minister, Henry Ward Beecher, and Elizabeth Tilton, added to the sensational coverage of her candidacy.
Her autobiography, The Good, the Bad, and the Very Ugly, includes a harrowing account of Eastwood's treatment of her during the events surrounding their separation.
Her husband appeared to sincerely mourn her death: according to one account, he " privily departed to a solitary place and would no man should resort unto him ".
Her French class is moved by the account she gives of her life.
Her personal account of the struggles of women artists is documented in her published journals, which are a revealing story of the bourgeoisie.
Her recollection of the documentary is transcribed into first person to give the impression of a witness account of the events captured in the film.
Her name is not given in Pausanias ' account, but Tzetzes writes that Teucer married Eune " daughter of Cyprus ".
Her account of the travails of those around her, her keen insight into the personalities of the principal officers of both the British and American armies and her devotion to her husband in peril have led some commentators to name her as the first woman war correspondent.
" By this account, Dr. Robinson painted the original mule while a 21-year-old college student inspired by Maud the Mule, from the Frederick Burr Opper comic strip And Her Name Was Maud.
Her account books were meticulously kept from 1692 to 1746.
Her best-known book, The Camomile Lawn, set on the Roseland Peninsula in Cornwall, was turned into a television series, and is an account of the intertwining lives of three families in rural England during World War II.
Her book, Life Among the Paiutes: Their Wrongs and Claims, is an autobiographical account of her people during their first forty years of contact with explorers and settlers.
Her description of engagements is frequently comical — according to her account both the Bannock and the Army soldiers liked each other so much that they rarely shot to kill.
Her husband, Lt .- Col. Christian Johnstone, had been a friend of Brudenell's since childhood but, according to the account of Johnstone's mother, the wooing of his friend's new wife started soon after the wedding.
Her other books include One Hundred And One Days: A Baghdad Journal which describes the three months she spent in Iraq in the build-up to the U. S .- led invasion in 2003, and most recently Angel of Grozny: Inside Chechnya, an account of the time she spent in Chechnya after the war.
Her own account of her escape is, as usual, so florid that it provokes the question whether she was really in any danger.
Her account of Lady's strange death was published in that newspaper, and was picked up by the Associated Press on October 5, 1967.
Her knowledge of poisons was not apparently so thorough as that of less well-known sorcerers, or it would be difficult to account for Louise de La Vallière's immunity.
Her reports of sexual abuse were considered too shocking for the average newspaper reader of the day, and the paper ceased publishing her account before its completion.
Her account of subjectivity as a product of " being subject / ed to semiosis " ( i. e., making meanings and being made by them ) helps to theoretically resolve and overcome the tension between the human action ( agency ) and structure.
Her biography is the most detailed account of Lenin ’ s life before coming to power.
The Treasury established this account, formally known as The Account of Her Majesty's Exchequer, at the Bank of England where it remains to this day, and the legal term ' Consolidated Fund ' refers to the amount of credit held in this particular account.
Her and was
Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.
Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.
Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.
Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.
Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.
Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.
Her laugh was hard.
Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.
Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.
Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.
Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.
Her name was Esther Peter.
Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.
Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.
Her action was involuntary.
Her name was Mollie.
Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;
Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.
Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.
Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.
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