Her " incredible controversy " is characterized by David Hartwell in the opening sentence of a book chapter entitled " New Wave: The Great War of the 1960s ": " Conflict and argument are an enduring presence in the SF world, but literary politics has yielded to open warfare on the largest scale only once.

Her six-year jail sentence was reduced to a fine on appeal.

Her sentence was reduced to two years and she was set free.

Her pleading guilty led the Hague tribunal to lower her sentence and drop the remaining charges.

Her husband Artis Mills, whom she married in 1969, accepted responsibility when they were both arrested for heroin possession and served a 10-year prison sentence.

Her charm, according to Peter Walsh who loves her, is a sense of joie de vivre, always summarized by the sentence " There she was.

Her husband, Walter Sisulu, who died in 2003, was found guilty of high treason and sabotage, but was spared the death sentence.

She was sentenced to be detained at Her Majesty's pleasure, effectively an indefinite sentence of imprisonment.

This is granted and Boldwood's sentence is changed to " confinement during Her Majesty's pleasure ".

On 3 January 2012, Dobson and Norris were found guilty of Lawrence's murder, and were sentenced on 4 January 2012 to detention at Her Majesty's Pleasure, equivalent to a life sentence for an adult, with minimum terms of 15 years 2 months and 14 years 3 months respectively for what the judge described as a " terrible and evil crime ".

The two were sentenced on 4 January 2012 to detention at Her Majesty's Pleasure, equivalent to a life sentence for an adult, with minimum terms of 15 years and 2 months for Dobson and 14 years and 3 months for Norris.

Her wariness of the conventions of language, her bending of the normal rules of punctuation, sentence length, and so on, are used to create a feminine prose, which Richardson saw as necessary for the expression of female experience.

Her death sentence was not carried out because she was pregnant.

" Her conviction was assured, only her sentence was in doubt.

Her sentence: death by stoning.

Her exploits while posted at Basilisk Station bring her widespread fame — and an in absentia sentence of death from the People's Republic of Haven.

Her refusal to answer " three questions " for a grand jury about whether President Bill Clinton lied in his testimony during her Whitewater trial led her to receive a jail sentence of 18 months for contempt of court.

Her plea bargain would have reduced her maximum sentence from 16 years to 11 years had it been accepted by the military judge.

Her defense lawyers asked for a non-custodial sentence.

Her friend Hilary Mantel called Wilmers " a presiding genius ", while Andrew O ' Hagan explained: “ She can ’ t bear a lazy sentence or secondhand metaphor.

Michael Hickey ( aged 17 ) was sentenced to be detained at Her Majesty's pleasure, though it was anticipated he would serve a shorter sentence than the two others convicted of murder.

Her parents received an eight-month suspended jail sentence in Austria.

Her arrest in April 1984 for " anti-Soviet agitation and propaganda " and sentence to five years of exile in Gorky disrupted their lives again.

Her solicitor thinks she will receive the minimum sentence of 18 months in jail ; the judge sentences her to two and a half years imprisonment ' as a deterrent to others '.

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.