She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.

She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.

She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She would not accept the death of such a little child.

She stood there, a large old woman, smiling at the things she would say to him in the morning, this big foolish baby of a son.

She and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

She would rather live in danger than die of loneliness and boredom.

She would have said triumph.

She was personally sloppy, and when she had colds would blow her nose in the same handkerchief all day and keep it, soaking wet, dangling from her waist, and when she gardened she would eat dinner with dirt on her calves.

She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.

She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.

She stayed too late, and when she left, it was dark and time to go home and cook supper for her husband.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She had felt that her arm wanted to go up in the first trial, but had consciously prevented it from so doing.

She did not go so far as to say, as was done on other occasions, that Abstraction as well as Impressionism were a Russian invention that had been discarded as unwanted by the people of the U.S.S.R.

She seemed so anxious to go on the stage that some of her friends in the cocktail circuit set up a practical joke.

She wanted to go around the world, but she settled for a French holiday.

She wouldn't be going to get that for an hour or so after Katya had left, go do the daily shopping.

She wouldn't go back to New York as Maude suggested ; ;

She was going to keep on scheming, poking, prodding, suggesting, and dictating until the cops got up enough interest in him to go back to their old neighborhood and ask questions.

She had been watching Maggie go from the washing machine to the baby to the stove and back again.

She let him come and go as he pleased, or as it pleased her.

She had let Jim go with a chilly good-by, a chillier kiss.

She was coming to her senses enough to realize that you don't go traipsing off anywhere at two in the morning.

She got up, standing uncertainly for a moment, then moving aside to let go past her, talking, a group of young men.

She refused to go with them and demanded that they allow her to pray to the Mother of God for protection.

She is afraid to break the law and go to the King unsummoned.

She claimed " I can go for months and months without having anything at all other than a cup of tea.

She also advised Odysseus to go to the Underworld and gave him directions.

She would then go to the king in the evening, and in the morning go to the harem where the concubines stayed.

She says that Loki is lying, that he is just looking to blather about misdeeds, and since the gods and goddesses are furious at him, he can expect to go home defeated.

She recognizes her freedom to come and go as she pleases saying, " Ah is free, Miss Scarlett.

She tells Rhett tearfully, " I'm afraid I'll die and go to hell ," to which Rhett replies, " Maybe there isn't a hell.