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In her last letter, she expresses great regrets about being a bad scientist and a bad mother.
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her and last
That girl last night, what was her name??
She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.
But I promised Joyce I would mention her name, if at all, only as a last resort.
'' For the last half hour Mary Jane had criss-crossed half the length of the Gardens and, at last, come upon her knight.
But with her hand softly on his cheek for a last moment, she closed the door and he went back down the hall and into his bed excited, expectant, and finally faintly grinning with the feel of her hand against his mouth.
Satisfied at last, and after a few amorous gambits on her part which convinced Delphine that Dandy was capable of learning new arts, she opened the window and called to her liveried driver.
In the last pages of the book Sibylla comes to Rome to seek an audience with the great Pope and to give her confession.
At last her lawyer, Arthur D. Cloud, gave up the case because she turned down three successive settlements he arranged.
Harriet's mouth watered with anticipation when after months of dreaming she sat down at last to her much-craved milk and fresh bread.
It was her job to stand at the foot of the stairs, and, just as the First Lady stepped off the last tread, Mama would straighten out her long train before she marched to the Blue Room to greet her guests with the President.
She had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.
The clock you heard strike -- it's really the town clock -- was installed last April by Mrs. Shorter, on her birthday ''.
At last he consented to meet her, and following that brief interview Claire wrote him a yet more remarkable proposal:
Offer her a cup of tea and she would say, `` Why, these cups look just like a set I gave to the Salvation Army last year ''.
It was not as though she noted clearly that her nephews had not been to see her for ten years, not since their last journey eastward to witness their Uncle Izaak being lowered into the rocky soil ; ;
The events of the last quarter of an hour, mysterious to any bird accustomed only to the predictable life of coop and barnyard, had overcome the doctor's hen and she gave out a series of cackly wails, perhaps mourning her nest, but briefly enjoyed.
Betty is 16 years of age and had several wins to her credit last year.
But at long last came a time when I broke away from Mother and her society `` chi-chi '' in order to spend a cosy evening with Viola and her chaperon at her home.
her and letter
A letter awaited her at Princeton.
At this time Harriet wrote in a letter which after their finally landing in India was sent to her mother:
She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.
But things were worked out in the family and late in August he wrote Miss McCrady an explanatory letter in which he told her that matters at home had been in an unsettled condition after Papa's death and he had not known whether he would stay at home with Mama, accept the Northwestern job, or return to Harvard.
A letter signed `` Isabell Bardall '' entreated `` Good Cozen '' Quiney to find her stepson Adrian, son of George Bardell, a place in London with some handicraftsman.
But when you write to Congresswoman Church, bless her heart, your letter is answered fully and completely.
Juanita drooped about the place, wearing a haunted, brooding look, which Kate attributed to the baby's death, until the day a letter came for her addressed to `` Miss Juanita Fitzroy '', bearing a Grafton postmark.
Kate tried to contain her curiosity and foreboding at what the letter portended, at what involvement existed for Juanita.
I lived to see an envelope of hers in the morning mail and to lock myself in my room in the afternoon to reread her letter for the tenth time and finally prepare an answer.
The night after reading her letter about her surgeon uncle -- it must have been late in September -- I had a vision of myself returned in ragged uniform from The Front, nearly dying, my head bandaged and blooded, and Jessica bending over me, the power of her love bringing me back to life.
When in one letter Jessica informed me that her father did not like the idea of her going out alone on New Year's Eve, I knew for a moment an immense relief ; ;
In her letter to John Brown, `` E. B. '', the Quakeress from Newport, had suggested that the American people owed more honor to John Brown for seeking to free the slaves than they did to George Washington.
She had held to the letter of her contract and didn't come onto the stage until well after 4 p.m., the appointed hour, although the Music at Newport people had tried to get the program underway at 3.
But while she is able to tell her retarded family about the new world she has seen open before her, Ronnie has not been able to observe her progress, and instead of appearing at a family party to be looked over like a new bull, he sends Beatie a letter of dismissal.
There was a letter to write to her mother, and she tried to make its tone cheerful.
She had reason indeed to wonder how the letter had managed to find her.
She refolded the letter, replaced it in its envelope, and turned with relief to one from her brother George.
Cady handed her the letter, drank his coffee and waited with what he suddenly realized was belligerence.
On August 16, 1837, Lincoln wrote Mary a letter suggesting he would not blame her if she ended the relationship.
her and she
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
He treats her like she was dirt.
He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.
She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.
`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.
She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.
He got up slowly, and she was already on her feet, and he stood facing her.
He side-stepped her blow and she fell, stumbling against the gelding.
He watched the girl until she had gone into the trees, and waited until he couldn't hear the sound of her horse any longer, then went up to where the children were sleeping.
If she sensed any unusual preoccupation on the part of her mother, she did not comment upon it.
She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.
Then she turned the station wagon around and headed it back down the hill, with the village as her ostensible destination.
As she drove, she thought about her plan.
That mistake, she thought, had cost her dearly these past few days, and she wanted to avoid falling into any more of the traps that the mountain might set for her.
Here, she dropped the keys on a small table beside the door and went upstairs to her bedroom.
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