She compares Wulfstan's mention of a " chooser of the slain " in his Sermo Lupi ad Anglos sermon, which appears among " a blacklist of sinners, witches, and evildoers ", to " all the other classes whom he mentions ", and concludes as those " are human ones, it seems unlikely that he has introduced mythological figures as well.

She concludes about Ovid and his version of Myrrha that: " What is perverted, for Ovid, is the use of sex as a power tool and the blind acceptance of sexual male power as a cultural norm.

She concludes that CCTV surveillance should therefore be reserved for specific circumstances in which there are clear and reasonably demonstrated benefits to its implementation and few ethical compromises.

She concludes by complimenting Charles ’ charity and generosity.

She concludes that the Hebrew Levites, because of their clearly patriarchal outlook " must have been Indo-Europeans ", alleging misogyny and hatred of goddess worship within Israelite society, which she connects to the later development of Christianity.

According to Helen Burns “ Roosevelt met with severe criticism from the liberals and the progressives for not nationalizing the bank during the period of crisis .” She states “ there seems little doubt that he could have done this ” but she also concludes Roosevelt “ did not believe in a government-owned and-operated bank ” and was ultimately pragmatic or even conservative in his approach to banking legislation.

She compares this with the chemical reactions of the brain and concludes that those who treat mental illness with drugs are treating the brain whereas therapy is aimed at treating the mind.

" She concludes that " Hume's most important legacy is the supposition that the justification of induction is not analogous to that of deduction.

She begins to read it to her family, and its introduction concludes with the line, " But first and foremost, I remember Mama.

She concludes: " That costs can be saved in this ambitious enterprise is clearly a myth, as are expectations of saving time or replacing staff with machines.

She concludes that the fire was most likely accidental, the result of poorly cleaned chimneys and a cook fire in the neighbouring house — a cook fire manned by Marie-Manon, the young panis slave who was the very person who started the rumours about Angélique having said that her owner would not sleep in her bed.

She also argues, however, that she was victimized by her sister's demands, and concludes that her sister had a desire for her husband.

" She explores the idea that " shyness is a form of deviance: a problem for society as much as for the individual ", and concludes that, to some extent, " we are all impostors, faking our way through social life ".

She concludes:

She concludes, " Mr. President, you have bigger problems than losing me – you've just lost my vote.

She concludes this commentary with the words: “ If we change for the worse with drink, we are an alcoholic .”

She concludes by commending the performances of both ship and boy:

She concludes that some memory of the ancient beliefs of Britain will live on, feeling that the Goddess she worshipped did not die with the coming of Christianity: rather, the Goddess just took another form in the image of the Virgin Mary.

She concludes that given the Jewish community's tacit acceptance of other seemingly " heretical " Jews as part of the ethnic Jewish community, it would be difficult to find a consistently logical reason to reject Messianic Judaism, although she is quite clear that communities can draw boundaries as they see fit.

She is wearing her wedding dress and happily imagining herself as Robbie's wife, but Robbie mistakenly concludes that she is looking forward to marrying Glenn.

She concludes The Second Sex with a picture of a future in which men and women are equals: " recognizing each other as subject, each will remain an other for the other ...."

She finds another compartment, and after calming down, at last concludes her meditations upon the puzzle or conundrum that is her own personal invention, the " zipless fuck ":

She concludes the show with the emotional " Shadow ", which later became her album's second single.

She concludes that the real lesson is not how No Name Woman died ; rather, why she was forgotten:

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.