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 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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She wished that she could talk to her mother about it.

She realized I'd have to notify the police, but fervently hoped I could avoid mentioning her name.

She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.

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 read everything else she could get her hands on, including an article ( she thinks it was in the Atlantic Monthly ) by Mark Twain on `` White Slavery ''.

She could not face coffee or tea without milk, and was always craving types of food that were not available aboard a sailing ship.

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

She could act and she could write.

She was not a girl, he could see.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

She felt the look and looked back because she could not help it, seeing that he was neither as old nor as thick as she had at first believed.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She could see that Mr. Gorboduc was intrigued ; ;

She found she could cope with all kinds of problems for which she was once considered too helpless.

She thought she had great possibilities in the ballet and wanted to show the eminent producer how well she could dance.

She could do no wrong at the tables that time.

She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.

) She snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

She whirled and faced him, roaring terribly, and Ulyate, watching through the leaves, could not understand why she did not charge and obliterate him, because he wouldn't have much of a chance of getting away, in that thick growth, but she seemed just a trace uncertain ; ;

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She didn't have the heart.

She might have been someone he had once loved.

She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.

She used to tell me, `` When I stand there and look at the flag blowing this way and that way, I have the wonderful, safe feeling that Americans are protected no matter which way the wind blows ''.

She was the opposite of everything she should have been -- a positive pole in a negative home, a living reaction of warmth and kindness to the harsh reality of her father.

`` She wants you and Barbara to have dinner with her tomorrow night ''.

She usually wore weeds, and a stranger watching her board a train might have guessed that Mr. Pastern was dead, but Mr. Pastern was far from dead.

She would have said triumph.

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 ascribed her delight with both experiences to the effect they seemed to have of temporarily removing from her the controls which she felt so compulsively necessary to maintain even when it might seem appropriate to relax these controls.

She teamed up with another beauty, whose name has been lost to history, and commenced with some fiddling that would have made Nero envious.

She later divorced Graham, who is believed to have moved to Bolivia.

She must have looked temptingly pretty to the dean as he put the crown on her head.

She would have been taking more than a fair risk of being seen and recognized during her travels.

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 might have been talking to some of her friends about her husband if they've been having any trouble ''.

She refused to have a doctor, insisting there was nothing a doctor could do for her.

She might, conceivably, have brought one in in a large-enough suitcase.