Her hand tightened on the receiver.

Her grandmother, on the other hand, provided day-to-day supervision and kindly discipline.

On the other hand, " Her grades are so good that she's either very bright or studies hard " allows for the possibility that the person is both bright and works hard.

Her " fortune " would stick to the hand.

Her father is fated to die if she ever marries, so when Culhwch ( Sometimes spelled as Kilhwch ) comes to court her, he is given a series of immensely difficult tasks he must complete before he can win her hand.

Her right hand holds a patera which she is tipping onto a cylindrical altar.

Her relatives having cast her overboard in order to calm the storm, her grandfather cut off the hand with which she continued to grasp the boat ; therefore she is now, one-handed, at the bottom of the sea.

Her hand was sought by many suitors, including the dukes of Savoy and Braganza, but at nineteen, by her own ardent desire, she was married to d ' Ávalos on the island of Ischia.

Her main argument was that sex and domestic economics went hand in hand ; in order for a woman to survive she was reliant on her sexual assets to please her husband so that he would bring home the bread.

Her hand shakes so violently that she loses her grip on the glass, which drops to the floor and shatters.

Her cousin, Kiakshuk and James Houston both inspired her to try her hand at drawing, then copper plates, a technique she did not enjoy.

:: For Ashtarot raised him with Her hand to reign for three years from the month of Churvar, from the day of the burial of the divinity.

Voltaire's story ( in his Letters on the English Nation ) that Her Grace used to go to Wycherley's chambers in the Temple disguised as a country wench, in a straw hat, with pattens on and a basket in her hand, may be apocryphal, for disguise was superfluous in her case, but it shows how general was the opinion that, under such patronage as this, Wycherley's fortune as poet and dramatist was now made.

Her hand was over-liberal with clues and red herrings, but it was a highly cunning hand, even at this stage </ p >

Her classically restrained Tuscan soffritto is garlic-less and simply calls for a red onion, a carrot, and a stalk of celery — all finely minced by hand and slowly and carefully sauteed in virgin olive oil in a heavy pan until the mixture reaches a state of browning appropriate to its intended use.

Her mother reportedly received at least five proposals for her hand.

Her goal was to not feel guilty while at work or at home, instead focusing on the task at hand.

Her Conflict of the Ages series of writings endeavor to showcase the hand of God in Biblical and Christian church history.

Her upper left hand carries her own severed head, spilling blood in a skull-cup in her lower hand.

Her private family life with the king and her children, on the other hand, was said to be very happy.

Her personal sigil was a woman's hand gripping a thorny rose stem with a white blossom.

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.