" Her reputation as a loving and loyal supporter of her husband became crucial to her enduring legacy ; the cult that eventually surrounded Louise became associated with the " ideal " feminine attributes: prettiness, sweet nature, maternal kindness, and wifely virtue.

She is not as beautiful as her mother, but has a mild, delicate prettiness which, together with her evident ability to feel gratitude, attracts the Vernons.

Rice describes Akasha as a lovely young woman who was " almost too pretty to be truly beautiful, for her prettiness overcame any sense of majesty or deep mystery.

He was well rid of her.

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.

It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.

He treats her like she was dirt.

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.

He got up slowly, and she was already on her feet, and he stood facing her.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

That girl last night, what was her name??

It was the only thing about her that was the least bit hard to remember.

So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

It was there that she would have to enact her renunciation, beg forgiveness.

He stood looking down at her for a moment, wondering what could have reduced her to this condition.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

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

Not that her mother knew what had happened, but they could speculate upon it.

She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??

He could think of nothing else save his mental image of her nude figure and what Charles had said that morning about Margaret Rider.

Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.

Miriam had not yet goaded him into mentioning her directly, but one can feel the generalized anger in Wright's remarks to reporters when he was asked, one morning on arrival in Chicago, what he thought of the city as a whole.

My own stern hand has rent the ancient bond, And thereof shall the ending not have end: But not for me, that loved her, to be fond Lightly to please me with a newer friend Then hold it more than bravest-feathered song, That I affirm to thee, with heart of pride, I knew not what did to a friend belong Till I stood up, true friend, by thy true side ; ;

To consolidate what her Navy had won, the Czarina was fortunate that, for the first time in Russian history, her land forces enjoyed absolute unity of command under her favorite Giaour.

Gorton appeared for her, however, and what he told the magistrates must have been plenty, for he was charged with deluding the court, fined, and told to leave the colony within fourteen days.

But you could ( as from yourself ) tell her that you had friends who, being with the army, don't know what to do with their money and would willingly let her have one or many thousand dollars ''.

Those famous lines of the Greek Anthology with which a fading beauty dedicates her mirror at the shrine of a goddess reveal a wise attitude: `` Venus, take my votive glass, Since I am not what I was, What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see ''.

She showed us what had happened to her.

I knew of but one test and I threw it out to her for what it was worth.

The uptown crowd has moved in, and what girl worth her seventh veil would trade a turtleneck sweater for a button-down collar??

If he had any worries, it was only the small ones, about Mother in New York, and his daughter Edwina and what she might be doing at this hour, with her Aunt Asia, in Philadelphia.

It was what anyone who had ever seen her had always expected her to do.

If he had married her, he'd have been asking for trouble.

His plans and dreams had revolved around her so much and for so long that now he felt as if he had nothing.

He put her down on the couch, and going into the kitchen, saw that the boy had dropped into a chair beside the table.

Her hat had come off and fallen behind her shoulders, held by the string, and he could see her face more clearly than he had at any time before.

He watched the girl until she had gone into the trees, and waited until he couldn't hear the sound of her horse any longer, then went up to where the children were sleeping.

After they had finished eating, Melissa took Sprite the kitten under her arm -- `` so that Auntie Grace can teach it about the whistle '' -- and climbed into the station wagon beside her mother.

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 ''.

That mistake, she thought, had cost her dearly these past few days, and she wanted to avoid falling into any more of the traps that the mountain might set for her.

On her bureau lay a small, brass ornament of simple design and faded engraving -- an object which, Pamela believed now, had been the property of her great-grandfather, Major Hiram Munroe Culver.