Her two children by Philip II, Philip, count of Clermont ( died 1234 ), and Mary, who married Philip I of Namur, were legitimized by the pope in 1201 at the request of the king.

Her request was denied.

Her membership in the Communist Party led to Ronald Reagan's request in 1969 to have her barred from teaching at any university in the State of California.

Her appointment was reportedly made at Bertie Ahern's request.

Her request was eventually answered by Tionne Watkins, a native of Des Moines, Iowa, who moved to Atlanta with her family at an early age, and Lisa Lopes, a rapper who had just moved to the city from her native Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with only a keyboard and US $ 750 ($ today ).

She and her sister are the only granddaughters of the Queen to hold the title of Princess of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the style Her Royal Highness: although their cousin, Lady Louise Windsor, is legally a princess, in accordance with Letters Patent issued by King George V, she is not styled as such at the request of the Queen and her parents ; their other female first cousin, Zara Phillips, is the Queen's granddaughter through the female-line, therefore allowing her only the title and style of her father, who has none.

In September, Toguri applied to the U. S. Vice Consul in Japan for a passport, stating she wished to return to her home in the U. S. Her request was forwarded to the State Department, but the answer had not returned by the time of the attack on Pearl Harbor ( December 7, 1941 ) and she was stranded in Japan.

Her request was declined by Lares ' father, Fred, who would only approve of family members working with the singer.

Her request is denied, but Bob agrees to get her out of the agency if she completes the next task.

Her influence kept growing and expanding beyond the artistic scene: the reigning royal family would request private concerts and even attend her public performances.

Her daughter honoured this request in September 1970.

Her request was granted and the sage and his associates were freed from prison.

Her legend, probably unhistorical, is that she was a Romano-British princess who, at the request of her father King Dionotus of Dumnonia in south-west England, set sail to join her future husband, the pagan Governor Conan Meriadoc of Armorica, along with 11, 000 virginal handmaidens.

Her career was temporarily damaged for having assisted in hosting a performance by the Bolshoi Ballet during the Second World War, even though it was at President Roosevelt's request.

Her body, by her own request, is dressed in the habit of a Dominican nun and is entombed beside her mother in the Dominican Church.

In this case, if " it is signified on behalf of Her Majesty before that date that She proposes to accede " to the request then, the style of borough could be used immediately from 1 April 1974, despite the fact that the charter would be presented only later.

" Her request echoed the matter-of-fact style of her initial plea to the online community, which she had made using craigslist. org.

Her sixth film appearance was at the request of Nils Granlund, and the film Rhythm Parade was set at the Florentine Gardens nightclub in Hollywood.

For existing badgeholders, an invitation is sent out by Her Majesty's Representative to request badges.

Her last request was for Buseiou to take care of her children.

Her job during this time usually took the form of little more than a secretary ( albeit in an unusually challenging and glorified environment ) until Josh sent her as an observer for an American diplomatic mission to Gaza in response to her request for opportunities for job growth.

Her request was respected and she came to rest in the Beauchamp Chapel of St. Mary's, Warwick, opposite the tomb of her son, the little Lord Denbigh.

Her absence at giving out the ruling itself was no legal objection, but if the request of the FPIM had been honored, and deliberations had been reopened, it would have been a requirement that she was present, or that the case had been tried anew by a different set of judges, in which case any ruling would take place well after the deal with BNP Paribas was finalized.

Her comeback had been preceded by a guest appearance as a fill-in sportscaster, at Sports Director Joe Schmit's request.

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.