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

She came from Ohio, from what she called a `` small farm '' of two hundred acres, as indeed it was to farmer-type farmers.

She was not an overnight guest in the White House, but Mr. Ike Hoover, the chief usher, had Mama check her fur coat when she came in, and take care of her needs.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

She came back the other day to reassure me.

She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She came to New York from Detroit as a teenager, but with a `` sponsor '' instead of a chaperone.

She discussed in her letters to Winslow some of the questions that came to her as she studied alone.

She thought she was bigger than we are because she came from Torino ''.

She started to move away, just as a woman came out of the cottage, a big-boned, drab-haired figure with a clean apron tied over her limp print dress.

She came to me one day.

She was almost sick when Bobbie came home with the news that Poor John had won the job.

She came out pink from a hot bath, and I gave her my robe.

She came home on the death of her aunt in early November 1842, while her sisters were in Brussels.

She told everyone that the money came from her father, who died at about the same time.

She came home afterward with the necklace and kept silent as if nothing happened.

She slowly began to turn into a black poplar, the bark spreading up her legs from the earth, but just before the woody stiffness finally reached her throat and as her arms began sprouting twigs her husband Andraemon heard her cries and came to her.

She was interviewed by Diane Anderson-Minshall and came out as a lesbian, although she later recanted.

She pieced it together from the news she heard that the prince's wife Ata-bime came to and took a clump of earth in the corner of her neckerchief.

She briefly develops a psychic shadow form like Psylocke's, with a gold Phoenix emblem over her eye instead of the Crimson Dawn mark possessed by Psylocke, Jean briefly lost her telekinesis to Psylocke during this exchange, but her telekinetic abilities later came back in full at a far stronger level than before.

She first came to public attention after winning a musical competition at age six by playing the piano.

She also came from stage acting and had a girlish / whimsical charm to which audiences responded.

She was a young woman who came to the Ryall's Hotel in Blantyre, where Harold Macmillan was lunching on the homeward leg of his famous ' wind of change ' tour in Cape Town.

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 must be cautious so as not to alert the scheming forest.

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 had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She wouldn't be taking a cold shower.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She said without turning her head, `` After that rain beating in atop the dust, there isn't a thing that won't be streaked ''.

She was exposing herself to temptation which it is best to avoid where it can consistently be done.

She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.

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 has studied and observed and she is convinced that her young man is going to be endlessly enchanting.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She was so beautiful with her rosy mouth and haughty air that she had to be wicked.

She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.

She added a postscript begging me to be careful about drinking.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

She was told by the manservant who opened the door that his lordship was engaged on work from which he had left strict orders he was not to be disturbed.

She and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.

She did this now, comfortably aware of the mist running down the windows, of the silence outside, of the dark afternoon it was getting to be.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She arrived late and as she entered the party, noted that gentlemen seemed to be in the majority ; ;

She always let it be known that there was wine in the pot roast or that the chicken had been marinated in brandy, and that Koussevitzky's second cousin was an intimate of theirs.

She was hired and was found to be entirely satisfactory when she played the role eight hours a day.