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 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 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.