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She and asked
She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??
She asked smolderingly.
She asked.
She asked if I had other advice and, heady with success, I rushed it in, I hope not too late.
She asked, taking him and Juanita into the parlor where the shutters were closed against the afternoon sun.
She asked him, seeing Juanita's eyes grow bleak.
She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.
She asked Bobby Joe that night.
She had asked.
She asked.
She asked with a reportorial gleam in her eye.
She went downstairs and received another curious shock, for when Glendora flapped into the dining room in her homemade moccasins, Sarah asked her when she had brought coffee to her room and Glendora said she hadn't.
She asked steadily.
She telephoned the junior partner of her law firm, Martin Stacy, and asked him to call at her hotel that evening.
She asked, winking wildly.
She asked.
She asked, turning slowly.
She asked, turning suddenly.
She asked suddenly.
She asked him.
She asked, in a way that seemed oddly sophisticated, considerate, and yet perhaps partly scornful.
She asked him.
She asked Bobbie.
She asked gently.
She asked.

She and some
She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.
She tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.
She experienced none of the suspense of some poor stranger selling encyclopedias.
She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.
She walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.
She made him sad some days, and he was never sure why ; ;
She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.
She patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).
She had been moving in cafe society as Lady Diana Harrington, a name that made some of the gossip columns.
She seemed so anxious to go on the stage that some of her friends in the cocktail circuit set up a practical joke.
She teamed up with another beauty, whose name has been lost to history, and commenced with some fiddling that would have made Nero envious.
She told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.
She discussed in her letters to Winslow some of the questions that came to her as she studied alone.
She might have been talking to some of her friends about her husband if they've been having any trouble ''.
She had caught him off guard, no preparation, nothing certain but that ahead lay some kind of disaster.
She put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.
She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.
She looked as if she were accusing me of some fraud.
She had some amusing scandal about the Farneses in the old days.
She felt as if some dark, totally unfamiliar shape would clutch at her arm ; ;
She was wearing some sort of gray blazer.
She lived alone in the older part of the city, in one of those renovated houses whose brick facade some early settler had constructed.
She seemed to work to grow close to her son in the few days he spent at home, talking to him about some of the more pleasant moments of his childhood and then trying to talk to him about those things in which he alone was interested.

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