In the Isle of Man, Her Majesty's Attorney General is a Crown appointment and Mr Attorney sits in the Legislative Council of the Isle of Man, ' ex officio '.

Her vociferous disapproval of Meg's impending engagement to the impoverished Mr. Brooke becomes the proverbial " last straw " that actually causes Meg to accept his proposal.

Her uncle, Mr Peggotty, who has been searching for her since she left home, finds her in London working as a prostitute.

Her horse got scared during a trick, and she accidentally did a double back flip into Mr. Uppintgon's lap, and he proposed on the spot.

Her hosts during the visit were Mr. and Mrs. Bender and their children.

Her cabaret and nightclub appearances appearances led to more serious stage work and it was in a play by Arnold Bennett called Mr. Prohack ( 1927 ) that Elsa first met another member of the cast, a rising actor named Charles Laughton.

Her big screen debut was in Hue and Cry, in 1947, followed with performances in Nicholas Nickleby, The Winslow Boy, The History of Mr Polly, Scott of the Antarctic, Mother Riley Meets the Vampire and Dickens ' The Pickwick Papers.

Her interference to veto the reappointment of the universally popular Mr Septimus Harding ( protagonist of Trollope's earlier novel, The Warden ) as warden of Hiram's Hospital is not well received, even though she gives the position to a needy clergyman, Mr Quiverful, with 14 children to support.

Her first great success was in the 1931 horror drama film Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in which she portrayed the character Ivy Pearson ; a prostitute who becomes entangled with the lead protagonists Jekyll and Hyde.

Her choice then was as the suicidal Hester Collyer, who meets a fellow sufferer, Mr. Miller ( played by Herbert Berghof ), in Terence Rattigan's The Deep Blue Sea.

Her most remembered films of that period were The Tempest ( 1911 ), and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ( 1912 ), a film adaptation of the Robert Louis Stevenson story.

Her final film was Young Mr. Lincoln ( 1939 ).

Her 1985 novel, Mr Wakefield's Crusade, was adapted for television by the BBC in 1992, starring Peter Capaldi and Michael Maloney.

Her first marriage was to a Mr. Overbeck.

Her duties for Mr. Pitt included largely mundane tasks, such as buying socks for him or removing the salt crystals from his pretzel sticks ( as featured in " The Mom & Pop Store ").

Her brother, Jason, was revealed to be working for Mr. Lodge.

Her life, although outwardly prosaic, is nevertheless filled with personal incident, including the death of her husband, Mr Povey, and her concerns about the character and behaviour of her son.

Her portrayal of libidinous Meyerburg, " Mr Mybug ", may have been aimed at Hampstead intellectuals ( particularly Freudians and admirers of D. H. Lawrence ), but has also been seen as anti-semitic in its description of his physiognomy and nameplay ( Humble, 2001: 30 ).

Her last public words were, " Mr. President, how long must women wait for liberty?

Her motion picture roles include the voice of Mrs. Davis in the Toy Story film series and the character Debbie Salt in Scream 2, as well as roles in such critically acclaimed films as Making Mr. Right, JFK, and Mistress.

Her other songs included " Stew Meat Blues ", " Coffee Grindin ' Blues ", " My Georgia Grind ", " Honeycomb Man ", " Mr. Screw Worm In Trouble ", and " Bo Hog Blues ".

* Take Her, She's Mine ( 1963 ) ( Mr. Pope-Jones )

Writing in The Guardian, critic Anthony Berkeley Cox, writing under the name Francis Iles, noted that the two minor grammatical errors he spotted were " likely to spoil no one's enjoyment " of the novel as he considered that On Her Majesty's Secret Service was " not only up to Mr. Fleming's usual level, but perhaps even a bit above it.

" Mr Speaker, The Queen commands this honourable House to bow to both sides of the House to attend Her Majesty immediately in the House of Peers.

Her eyes were glazed as if she didn't hear or even see him.

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 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.

Her arm bled slightly, and the offended skin cried out in pain.

Her own body protested, aching painfully where the blood in her veins had congealed, where cold demon wisps still clung and caressed.

Her impact in the zing commercials had led to her being considered for an excellent part in an upcoming TV series, Underwater Western Eye, a documentary-type show to be sponsored by Oatnut Grits.

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 Nicolas lay curled in the sun like a fawn, black hair falling over his eyes.

Her eyes had opened, she had caught a glimpse of a new faith.

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 temper sparked like charcoal when it first lights up.

Her chin sharpened.

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 glance swung past the trailer where the two drivers were standing.

Her scream split up the silence of the car, accompanied by the rattling of the freight, and then Cappy came off the floor, his legs driving him hard.

Her long thin arms moved in a slow rhythmical gesture over the family possessions which were placed in front of her.

Her clothes, her hair, everything about her is both graceful and simple.