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She conducts music workshops around the United States, United Kingdom, Canada and Australia, including a workshop she created called " Building a Vocal Community: Singing in the African American Tradition ".
She demands that she be given complete control over the niece and, with the support of the parson, the Squire finally agrees and Mrs Western conducts her to her own more salubrious lodgings.
She conducts master classes in Fort Worth, New York City, Los Angeles and other cities around the country.
She conducts her affair with Lord Meldrum even when her husband is present in the house by secretly giving him sleeping pills.
She conducts her research at the Department of Neurology, Bispebjerg Hospital, Copenhagen.
She has always admired her father ( who left his samurai family in Japan to protest the declining social status of the samurai ), and fondly remembers how he conducts himself — from his courtship of Jeanne's mother to his virtuoso pig-carving.
She conducts coaching clinics and talks for school kids.
She conducts numerous grisly experiments and frightens her neighbors, family, and slaves.
She conducts her squadron and the rest of her adoptive nation's fleet through several battle exercises to improve them.
She played a female preacher, " Reverend Brown ", who conducts a funeral service for a murdered policeman.
She regularly appears as a guest contributor and panelist on various news programs, conducts speaking engagements across the country, and blogs for the The Huffington Post.
: She is an easily angered woman who conducts experiments and creates humans who cannot feel physical pain.
She not only teaches Odissi but also conducts workshops in Chhau and Manipuri dance.
She then conducts on-the-street interviews, asking if anyone would kiss Neil.
She now is a commentator for major events, and conducts clinics worldwide.

She and him
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.
She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.
She had helped him change his mind.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.
She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.
She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.
She yanked away from him furiously.
She studied him hopefully, yearningly ; ;
She looked at him, lips compressed.
She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.
Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She snapped at him.
She grabbed at Feathertop's sleeve and shrieked, `` Help him!!
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 couldn't cook or clean or make him comfortable.
She tells him of the consequences of his behavior.
She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.
She did not touch him.
She turned to him again.
She envied him.

She and one
She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.
She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.
She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.
She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;
She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.
She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.
She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.
`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.
She had been one of the first to collect her wits.
She was a juicy one.
She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.
She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.
She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.
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 also builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.
She then described her experience as one in which she first had difficulty accepting for herself a state of being in which she relinquished control.
She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.
She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.
She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.
She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.
She sidled along the booths one step at a time.
She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.
She had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.
She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.

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