She was the widow of a writer who had died in an airplane crash, and Mickie had found her a job as head of the historical section of the Treasury.

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 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 had quarreled with Lucien, she had resisted his demands for money -- and if she died, by the provisions of her marriage contract, Lucien would inherit legally not only the immediate sum of gold under the floorboards in the office, but later, when the war was over, her father's entire estate.

She died on August 25, most likely of typhoid fever.

She died around 1603 and is buried in the O ' Malley family tomb on Clare Island.

She had intended Newton to become a clergyman, but she died of tuberculosis when he was six years old.

She answered her accusers that she received tuition from Thomas Reid, a former barony officer who had died at the Battle of Pinkie some 30 years before and also from the Queen of the Elfhame which lay nearby.

She died broken-hearted in July of the next year, at the castle of Poissy, and was buried in the Convent of St Corentin, near Nantes.

She died in 1274, after they had three children.

She was married in 515 to Eutharic ( c. 480 – 522 ), an Ostrogoth noble of the old Amal line, who had previously been living in Visigothic Hispania, son of Widerich ( born c. 450 ), grandson of Berismund ( born c. 410 ), and great-grandson of Thorismund ( died after 400 ), King of the Ostrogoths c. 400.

She had two sons ( Roberto and an unnamed one ), but both died young.

She fought Achilles and died after he seriously wounded her.

She died in 2006 at the age of 96.

She died within a short time of the marriage ceremony and created the opportunity for Dom Pedro to escape with his true love and live in the city of Coimbra.

She told everyone that the money came from her father, who died at about the same time.

Following some success illustrating cards and booklets, Potter wrote and illustrated The Tale of Peter Rabbit publishing it first privately in 1901, and a year later as a small, three-colour illustrated book with Frederick Warne & Co. She became unofficially engaged to her editor Norman Warne in 1905 despite the disapproval of her parents, but he died suddenly a month later, of leukemia.

She died on 22 December 1943 at her home in Near Sawrey at age 77, leaving almost all her property to the National Trust.

She herself died in 1558, and in 1559 Elizabeth I reintroduced the 1552 book with a few modifications to make it acceptable to more traditionally minded worshippers, notably the inclusion of the words of administration from the 1549 Communion Service alongside those of 1552.

She died two years later.

She died in the September 11 attacks.

She died in 360.

She had three children, a daughter ( who went to live at the Dominican Abbey in Poissy in 1397 as a companion to the king's daughter, Marie ), a son Jean, and another child who died in childhood.

She was born on 5 July 1996 and she lived until the age of six, at which point she died from a progressive lung disease.

She retired to a nunnery she had founded in c. 991 at Selz in Alsace.

An early work, She ' iltot (" Questions ") by Achai of Shabcha ( c. 752 ), discusses over 190 Mitzvot — exploring and addressing various questions on these.

Alboni's voice, an exceptionally fine contralto with a seamless compass of two and one-half octaves, extending as high as the soprano range < ref name = C243 >" She was a real contralto from f < sub > 3 </ sub > to g < sub > 5 </ sub >, then, up to c < sub > 6 </ sub >, she was an excellent soprano.

:: c. * She did not a report on pandering politicians.

She died c. 65.

She married her stepbrother, Sir Ralph Neville, son of Ralph Neville, 1st Earl of Westmoreland, c. 1413 in Oversley, Warwickshire and had issue

She is the presumed subject of the painting Gabrielle d ' Estrées et une de ses sœurs by an unknown artist ( c. 1594 ).

She had a related UK single release as " Jennifer " on London HLU 10278 in June 1969 with " Let The Sunshine In " c / w " Easy To Be Hard ", licensed from US Parrot label.

By Rhoda Broughton, author of " Nancy ," " Red as a Rose is She ," & c.

By Rhoda Broughton, author of " Cometh Up as a Flower ," " Good-Bye Sweetheart ," " Not Wisely, But Too Well ," " Nancy ," " Red as a Rose is She ," & c., & c.

By Rhoda Broughton, author of " Red as a Rose is She ," " Nancy ," & c.

She was probably eldest daughter ( b. c. 124 ) of his coeval, and colleague as praetor, Q. Servilius Caepio ( cos. 106 ).

However, Antonia Gransden in ‘ Historical writing in England c. 550 to c. 1307 ’ argues that because William of Poitiers as a panegyrist, looking to praise the Conqueror at every opportunity, William of Poitiers ‘ suppressed, distorted and probably invented facts ... tediously elaborated his hero ’ s praises .’ She goes on to say that because he as in service to William the Conqueror, William of Poitiers produced a ‘ biased, unreliable account of events, and unrealistic portraits of the two principle protagonists .’

She is believed to have been born around Year 21 of the reign of Egyptian Pharaoh Amenhotep III, ( c. 1366 BC ).

She dates Markandeya Purana to c. 250 CE ( with one portion dated to c. 550 CE ), Matsya Purana to c. 250 – 500 CE, Vayu Purana to c. 350 CE, Harivamsa and Vishnu Purana to c. 450 CE, Brahmanda Purana to c. 350 – 950 CE, Vamana Purana to c. 450 – 900 CE, Kurma Purana to c. 550 – 850 CE, and Linga Purana to c. 600 – 1000 CE.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She didn't move or say anything.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

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 got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

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

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

`` She doesn't want you now.

She breathed.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She too began to weep.

She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She had helped him change his mind.

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 glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She studied it for a long time.

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 was quick.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.