: She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t ' allay ;

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.

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.

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.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She raised a protesting hand with a startled air.

She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She cackled with mirth, showing the stumps of betel-stained teeth.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.

She said with intense feeling: `` Come near, let me feel your arms.

She daubed at her swimming eyes with a lacy handkerchief and said with obvious emotion: `` That poor boy!!

She, too, is concerned with `` the becoming, the process of realization '', but she does not think in terms of subtle variations of spatial or temporal patterns.

She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.

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 ''.

She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.

She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.

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 had, with her own work-weary hands, put seeds in the ground, watched them sprout, bud, blossom, and get ready to bear.

She cuts the roses and puts them in vases, where they adorn her " meretricious vision of what makes for beauty " and begin to die.

She produced the first written history of the cultivation of roses, and is believed to have hosted the first rose exhibition, in 1810.

She created an extensive collection of roses, gathering plants from her native Martinique and from other places around the world.

She grew some 250 varieties of roses.

She studied Chinese genealogy on Google and, having been Rose Club president for 16 years, researched roses.

She has a crown of roses on her cranium.

She has ladylike pastimes: needlepoint, cake decorating, and arranging tea roses.

She gave to Him martyrs for roses, virgins instead of lilies, the chaste as violets.

She had become an internationally respected rose-grower and authority on rose species, old-fashioned varieties and miniature roses.

She sold roses to the Queen Mother and the Churchills, and helped Vita Sackville-West design her White Garden at Sissinghurst Castle in Kent.

She lays the roses on his bed, intending to spend her final moments here.

" She is an accomplished pianist, lives alone in a posh East Side Manhattan apartment decorated with Duveen-collected oil paintings, accumulates antiques, and grows roses ( two varieties have been named for her ).

She was also kidnapped by gangster Pierre Loutrel ( aka Pierrot le Fou or Crazy Pete ), albeit briefly and received roses the next day as an apology.

She is shown without the mythological paraphernalia normally included in depictions of the scene ; jewellery, roses, and myrtle are all absent.

She planted her first roses by the lake, and in 1944 a small rose garden was developed on the site where the current garden is located.

She developed an idea which would benefit the funds of London hospitals through the sale of artificial wild roses, which were to be made by the disabled.

She was biting into a small red radish ; ;

Here '' -- She thrust a bundle of keys strung on a thick red cord into Sarah's hand.

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

She was said to have had red hair kept in curls, blue eyes, and fair skin and she was very beautiful, intelligent, charming, desirable, elegant, friendly, and gentle, but she was considered to be insane.

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She discovers a new fact: the experience of red is ' like this.

She cries tears of red gold for him, and searches for him under assumed names.

She has participated in fashion shows displaying red dresses worn on celebrities as well.

She also is what I consider a classic Indian beauty .... her natural, distinctive Indian looks set her apart from many other heroines ( I say heroines because many have yet to learn to act, and cannot justfully be called actresses yet ), she proves that she does not need blatant blond / red highlights, tons of body paint and makeup, blue contacts, and scraps of clothes to look beautiful ... and that the complete following of Western trends isn ´ t worth sacrificing traditional Indian beauty, grace, and respect for popularity ... a mixture of both that remains respectable ... it ´ s quality rather than quantity ( or lackthereof, in the clothes department ).

She favored the color red, calling it " a picker-upper ", and wore it accordingly.

She was also very self-conscious about her bright red hair and at the age of thirteen, attempted to dye it dark with disastrous results.

She is the smallest and youngest of the Teletubbies, is red, and has an antenna shaped like a stick used for blowing soap bubbles.

She agreed to wear an orange dress, which is believed to have appeared red in the artificial lights of the theater, so that police could easily identify her.

She is portrayed as a female white Japanese bobtail cat with a red bow.

She has long red hair in two pigtails.

She looks similar to Coraline's real mother but taller and thinner, with long black hair that seems to move by itself, black button eyes, paper-white skin, and extremely long, twitchy fingers with long dark red nails.

She is depicted much the same way she is now, fat, flabby, and unclothed, but taller and with red tattoos all over her body, and more talkative.

She later sees Tess leave the house, then notices a spreading red spot — a bloodstain — on the ceiling.

She is associated with midsummer and the sun, and is sometimes represented by a red mare.

She wears ridiculous outfits ( which often bare her midriff ), has bright red hair, a big nose ( think Pete Townshend ) and perpetually chews gum.

She then decorates her face and body with red ochre.

She also possesses the ability to fire blasts of red solar energy.

She was envisioned as a fierce lioness, and in art, was depicted as such, or as a woman with the head of a lioness, who was dressed in red, the colour of blood.

She was known as the " red sheep " of the family.

She first dons her red hair bow during the first chapter of the story, on the recommendation of a handsome villain character that she defeats, and is almost never seen without it again.