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In her youth she was high in the favour of her uncle, King Henry VIII, but twice incurred the King's anger, first for her unauthorized engagement to Lord Thomas Howard, who died in the Tower of London in 1537 because of his misalliance with her, and again in 1540 for an affair with Thomas Howard's nephew Sir Charles Howard, the brother of Queen consort Catherine Howard.
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A phony blonde hanging onto a bygone youth and beauty, but irreparably stringy in the neck, she was already working on her second gin and tonic, though it was not yet ten A.M.
Madame Lalaurie gestured with her riding crop toward the 20-year-old youth who was stomping and writhing with the king snake still draped over his bare shoulders.
Besides, her endearments and caresses in the carriage had been new and stirring experiences to the simple youth.
Like Mrs. Dalloway, with her regrets about Peter Walsh, he had his moments of melancholy over a youth too well spent.
He looked at her out of himself, she thought, as he did only for an instant at a time, the look which always surprised her even now when his uncombable hair was yellowing a little and his breath came hard through his nicotine-choked lungs, the look of the gaunt youth she had suddenly found herself staring at in the Tate Gallery on a Thursday once.
But she did not move, taking the words and the sticks in that old defiance of her extreme youth until suddenly Pile of Clouds came howling among them, swinging a great bullhide whip.
In They Do It with Mirrors ( 1952 ), it is revealed that, in her distant youth, Miss Marple spent time in Europe at a finishing school.
Exasperated by his wife's pleas to release the youth, he murdered the boy, which drove her to revenge.
As his mother crossed the threshold of the door on her return, the youth died, and " all Israel mourned for him.
Some researchers have taken up speculative views, such as Jerzy Strzelczyk, who assumed that in the light of contemporary concepts and habits of marriage of that time ( when as a rule marriages were contracted with teenage girls ) is assumed that Dobrawa had passed her early youth, so, it's probable that she was in her late teens or twenties.
In addition, having been close to him in their youth, she now showed excessive affection towards her uncle – whilst many historians today dismiss this as familial affection ( noting their early friendship, and his similarity to her father and grandfather ), many of Eleanor's adversaries mistook the generous displays of affection between uncle and niece for an incestuous affair.
The legitimate offspring of her union with Zeus are Ares ( the god of war ), Hebe ( the goddess of youth ), Eris ( the goddess of discord ) and Eileithyia ( goddess of childbirth ).
Isabella, being naturally gifted and intellectually precocious in her youth, received an excellent education.
Drawing of Isabella in her youth for an intended portrait by Leonardo da Vinci
" In her youth, she was especially popular with the fans due to her willingness to employ wild gambits and attacks.
When still a youth, Der Spiegel wrote of Polgár, " her tactical thunderstorms during blitz games have confounded many opponents, who are rated higher.
Many of her stories have a milieu reminiscent of the space opera and pulp tales she read in her youth, but typically with a much darker tone: the cosmic journeys of her characters are often linked to a drastic spiritual alienation, and / or a transcendent experience which brings fulfillment but also death.
* For Martin Greenberg's Fantastic Lives: Autobiographical Essays by Notable Science Fiction Writers ( Southern Illinois University Press, 1981 ) she wrote " The Expanding Mind ," a memoir of her youth and the impact of science fiction on the mind of a young girl.
It may be classified as a specific sub-genre of Bildungsroman ; such a work, usually a novel, tends to depict the conflicts of a sensitive youth against the values of a bourgeois society of his or her time.
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.
her and was
He was well rid of her.
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.
It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.
She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.
She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.
But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.
That girl last night, what was her name??
It was the only thing about her that was the least bit hard to remember.
So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.
There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.
It was there that she would have to enact her renunciation, beg forgiveness.
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