She was the sun, he the closest planet orbiting around her, the rest of the world existing and visible yet removed.

She was finally at rest in truth, of her own proud free choice.

She managed to find new subjects for portraiture, working in the mornings and enjoying a leisurely life the rest of the time.

She continued to work there for the rest of her career and was as dean of the school from 1883 to 1902.

She wrote of the Americans, " The boy learns to make advances and rely upon the girl to repulse them whenever they are inappropriate to the state of feeling between the pair ", as contrasted to the British, where " the girl is reared to depend upon a slight barrier of chilliness ... which the boys learn to respect, and for the rest to rely upon the men to approach or advance, as warranted by the situation.

She and another pod member ate the shark's liver and allowed the rest of the carcass to sink.

She carried the scars for the rest of her life.

She turned him down, and he did not speak to her, except in character, for the rest of the filming.

She lived the rest of her life deprived of any political influence.

She wished instead for the rest of the royal family to accompany her.

She explained " I keep the good will of all my husbands — my good people — for if they did not rest assured of some special love towards them, they would not readily yield me such good obedience ," and promised in 1563 they would never have a more natural mother than she.

She seems to have lived the rest of her life in a nunnery.

She lived to see the coronation of Mary I of England, outlasting the rest of Henry's wives.

She was able to regain the ability to write normally, but she was able to write backwards for the rest of her life.

She is initially portrayed as innocent, but by the end of the play has begun to acquire a ruthless streak of her own, insisting that Henry imprison his three sons for the rest of their lives in the dungeon.

She is killed in the town church along with the rest of the town on Tavington's orders.

She too emigrates to Australia with Dan and the rest of the surviving family.

She brought her children with her for a short rest, planning on returning to Oslo.

She spent the rest of her life defending his reputation and managing his art and effects, much of which eventually was donated to Glasgow University.

" She spent the rest of her life in prison until she committed suicide in 1967.

She devoted the rest of her life to writing, both nonfiction and well-researched fiction.

She became the Paraclete's abbess and spent the rest of her life there.

She retaliates and finally Giant Evila's head disconnects from the rest of its body, hovering above everyone.

She was so horrified at the sight of her siblings ' death that she stayed greenishly pale for the rest of her life, and for that reason she was dubbed Chloris (" the pale one ").

She is allowed a dignified death through the fact that Angel listens to her ( he hasn't throughout the rest of the novel ) and through her parting words of " I am ready ".

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

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.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

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 ''.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.