She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;

She did not call out.

She was nude to the waist and her tumbled abundance of black hair did not conceal the knife slashes on her back.

She did not touch him.

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 the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

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 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 did not go so far as to say, as was done on other occasions, that Abstraction as well as Impressionism were a Russian invention that had been discarded as unwanted by the people of the U.S.S.R.

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 did not notice that the customer seized her purchase and turned away without a smile or a word of thanks.

She did not move in primitive circles.

She always did before, and showed the utmost confidence in whatever we advised ''.

She did suddenly, through the link of memory with his father, old Titus, who must have been in his nineties when Henrietta ran away.

She did not look at him, but he noticed that her face was flushed and her eyes unsteady.

She found this immensely comforting, even though Mercer did not make much sense out of it.

She is one of a few characters who played a major part in the original cause of the Trojan War itself: not only did she offer Helen of Troy to Paris, but the abduction was accomplished when Paris, seeing Helen for the first time, was inflamed with desire to have her — which is Aphrodite's realm.

She did not convert to Islam.

She did it from a sense of duty, but she was a stern woman who expected respect, rather than love.

She has referenced this independence from major labels in song more than once, including " The Million You Never Made " ( Not A Pretty Girl ), which discusses the act of turning down a lucrative contract, " The Next Big Thing " ( Not So Soft ), which describes an imagined meeting with a label head-hunter who evaluates the singer based on her looks, and " Napoleon " ( Dilate ), which sympathizes sarcastically with an unnamed friend who did sign with a label.

She expressed reservations over the eventual winner David Cameron, feeling that he did not, like the other candidates, have a proven track record, and she was later a leading figure in parliamentary opposition to his A-List policy, which she has said is " an insult to women ".

She has been repaying the debt from her housekeeping budget, and also from some work she got copying papers by hand, which she did secretly in her room, and took pride in her ability to earn money " as if she were a man.

She did not believe in the theory of symbiosis proposed by Simon Schwendener, the German mycologist as previously thought, rather she proposed a more independent process of reproduction.

She also trained for the mission STS-83 to be the backup for Donald A. Thomas ; however, as he recovered on time, she did not fly that mission.

She never left Haworth for more than a few weeks at a time as she did not want to leave her ageing father.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She studied it for a long time.

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

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

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

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!

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 was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.

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 had her reasons for this.

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 done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.

She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.