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Her friends and professional associates would sympathize with her, not because she had lost a beloved husband, but because she had been married to a man who thought unrealistically.
Her books in the late 1920s included the semi-autobiographical The Fairy Caravan, a fanciful tale set in her beloved Troutbeck fells.
Her name being a reference to this, meaning simply the beloved.
Her death was contributed to unnameable " natural causes ," and to escape the painful memories of his beloved, he moved to Colorado with his brother, who eventually became the owner of the 7: 30 Mine ( so named because their day shift started a generous hour later than the other mines, who started at 6: 30 AM ).
Her obsession with violets ( as well as with the color violet ) was a reminder of her beloved childhood friend, Violet Shillito.
Consisting of " a selection of beloved fan favorites selected from the group's extensive catalogue and presented in an intimate semi-unplugged format ", the album also included two new songs, " Olde English 800 " and " I Remember a Rooftop ", as well as a cover version of the Violent Femmes ' " I Held Her in My Arms ".
Her beloved grandmother had died when she was six, and according to family custom relatives were supposed to kiss the dead person at the viewing, making it easier for them to let go.
Her family expressed their sorrow at her death, but said that it comforted them to know that she and her beloved husband of 59 years were no doubt together again.
Her full titles read, " The wife and greatly beloved of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, Living in Truth, Lord of the Two Lands, Neferkheperure Waenre, the Goodly Child of the Living Aten, who shall be living for ever and ever, Kiya.
Her dream was to sell the Vermeer to escape her dreary life with the capital to rebuild her beloved teashop, " the essence of gentility ", lost during the war to food shortages.
Her estranged husband and daughter and beloved stepson were by her side.
Her name means " She who is beloved of Aten "; Aten being the sun-god her father worshipped ; Meritaten also may have served as pharaoh in her own right under the name, Ankhkheperure Neferneferuaten.
Her beloved brother, Ganya, died during the Earth-Minbari War, a piece of backstory set 10 years before the show.
Her mother, Norma MacMillan, was a well-known voice actress, who provided the voices for characters on Casper the Friendly Ghost, Gumby, Davey and Goliath, Underdog, and many other beloved animated programs.
Her birthday is celebrated at her beloved Academy, and her students believe it to be the most boring event of the year.
Her final role was in another film by Burton, Mars Attacks !, in which she played a senile grandmother whose beloved Slim Whitman records stop an alien invasion from Mars when played over a loudspeaker.
Her private world was permanently changed when her beloved twin brother was killed in action in France during World War I.
Her beauty and charm are the driving force which not only lead to the death of hundreds of men, but cause Fer Diad, beloved foster-brother and best friend of Cú Chulainn, to fight against him, and eventually die by Cú Chulainn's Gáe Bulg.
** Ihr Bild (" Her image ": the singer tells his beloved of how he dreamed ( daydreamed?
Her father forbade the union, and she lived out her days as a spinster, waiting at her window for a glimpse of her beloved.
Her papers are now at the Columbia University Rare Books and Manuscripts Library in her beloved New York.
" Her obituary reported that in Indiana she was " generally beloved by all who knew her and was noted for her benevolence of spirit and generous-heartedness.
Her army of demons and Argothonian clansmen has abducted Grondoval's beloved princess Elizabeth and the other people of his homeland Stazhia to exact the titular blood vengeance and now it is only up to Grondoval to try and rescue his countrymen before they will all be gone forever.
Her poem about a child's tea party is one of her most beloved works.

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 account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.
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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