Her young British lawyer, James Dunlop, pleaded that she was sorely needed at her Portland home by her widowed mother, 80, her maiden aunt, also 80 and bedridden for 20 years, and her uncle, 76, who once ran a candy shop.

Her brother, Marx's uncle Benjamin Philips ( 1830-1900 ), was a wealthy banker and industrialist, upon whom Karl and Jenny Marx would later often come to rely for loans while they were exiled in London.

Her body was temporarily buried at Burhanpur in a walled pleasure garden known as Zainabad, originally constructed by Shah Jahan's uncle Daniyal on the bank of the Tapti River.

Her uncle, another saint, put her head back in place and healed the wound, leaving only a white scar.

Her uncle, Roger Ernest, attended college with Steven Spielberg and co-wrote one of his student films called Slipstream.

Her uncle also appeared in Close Encounters of the Third Kind and The Sugarland Express, playing a police officer in both films.

Her uncle Don Carlos, Conde de Molina challenges her claim, beginning the First Carlist War.

Her life changed dramatically in 1936, when her paternal uncle, King Edward VIII, abdicated to marry the divorced American Wallis Simpson.

Her godparents were: the Prince of Wales ( her paternal uncle, for whom his brother the Prince George stood proxy ); Princess Ingrid of Sweden ( her paternal cousin, for whom another cousin Lady Patricia Ramsay stood proxy ); the Princess Victoria ( her paternal great-aunt ); the Lady Rose Leveson-Gower ( her maternal aunt ); and the Hon David Bowes-Lyon ( her maternal uncle ).

Her house on Mustique, designed by her husband's uncle the stage designer Oliver Messel, was her favourite holiday destination.

Her uncle stopped them as he was returning to the city, having spotted the two outside the city walls.

Her uncle was the anatomist Johann Adam Kulmus.

Her uncle, Peter H. Hunt, is also a director.

Her first ministry was predominantly Tory, and contained such High Tories as Daniel Finch, 2nd Earl of Nottingham, and her uncle Laurence Hyde, 1st Earl of Rochester.

Her uncle, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, was appointed regent and protector of his nephews.

Her uncle, Kevin Cairns, was a Liberal minister and MP in the McMahon government, but the family was not inclined towards his conservative politics.

Her uncle was one of the government officials ( Ratsherren ).

Her uncle Barea Soranus and his daughter Servilia were among those who perished after the failed Pisonian conspiracy of 65.

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

Her uncle, Doodles Weaver ( 1911 – 1983 ), was a comedian and actor.

Her father and her paternal uncle were both medical graduates from the American University of Beirut while her maternal family had come to Australia in the 19th century.

Her grandfather was killed fighting against her uncle, Edward IV of England, at the Battle of Barnet.

Her uncle Óengus Gaíbúaibthech comes to rescue her, but Cellach refuses to release her.

Her father's uncle was Herbert Samuel ( later Viscount Samuel ) who was the Home Secretary in 1916 and the first practising Jew to serve in the British Cabinet.

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.