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 a maid called Maria who prevents the public adoration from becoming too much of a burden on her employer, but does nothing to prevent her from becoming too much of a burden on others.

She does not receive a mitre nor is given a crosier as part of the ceremony ; however, by ancient tradition, she may carry a crosier when leading her community.

She does not understand what's going on around the cabin and is not alive long enough to figure it out.

She does not classify her music as belonging to the New Age genre.

She threatens to kill him if he does not join, but he rides off and dies of the disease she sent upon him, and his young bride dies of a broken heart.

She tells her servant Ninshubur ( Lady Evening ), a reference to Inanna's role as the evening star, that if she does not return in three days, to get help from her father Anu, Enlil, king of the gods, or Enki.

She is the one, or rather the love or fear she inspires in the hero, or else the concern he feels for her, who makes him act the way he does.

She does not appear in the best-known film she directed, The Hitch-Hiker ( 1953 ), developed by her company, The Filmakers, with support and distribution by RKO.

She is also described as having the power of prophecy yet she does not reveal what she knows.

She wonders if Rhett will kiss her, but to Scarlett's irritation, he does not.

She does, however, have a sexual relationship with John Krajewski.

" She does not, because of this, evade the duty imposed on her of proclaiming humbly but firmly the entire moral law, both natural and evangelical.

She does so by ascending on a flying tire until she reaches a structure resembling clouds, into which she disappears, although in the film version of Cats she ascends with Old Deuteronomy and then she walks up a giant metal hand to the Heaviside layer.

She is on a mission when she does not follow orders from her superior and tries to stop their target from choking.

She also is what I consider a classic Indian beauty .... her natural, distinctive Indian looks set her apart from many other heroines ( I say heroines because many have yet to learn to act, and cannot justfully be called actresses yet ), she proves that she does not need blatant blond / red highlights, tons of body paint and makeup, blue contacts, and scraps of clothes to look beautiful ... and that the complete following of Western trends isn ´ t worth sacrificing traditional Indian beauty, grace, and respect for popularity ... a mixture of both that remains respectable ... it ´ s quality rather than quantity ( or lackthereof, in the clothes department ).

* She does not realize that eating meat is wrong.

Attempts to translate these sentences in an emotivist framework seem to fail ( e. g. " She does not realize, ' Boo on eating meat !'").

Prescriptivist translations fare only slightly better (" She does not realize that she is not to eat meat ").

* She does not realize that " eating meat is wrong " is a true statement.

She does not wear real fur.

She is reluctant to reveal this part of her background, as she does not want to be known by a nickname she had been called earlier in life -- the Dancing Doctor.

She is attracted to young, handsome, romantically spirited Willoughby and does not think much of the older, more reserved Colonel Brandon.

Bailey later said " She sang a few songs that she had written, and I thought to myself, this kid is like nineteen years old, where does she get this?

She also off-handedly mentions that she knows about Fergus and Dil, warning him that the IRA will kill him if Fergus does not co-operate.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

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 tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.

She experienced none of the suspense of some poor stranger selling encyclopedias.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.

She made him sad some days, and he was never sure why ; ;

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 patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).

She had been moving in cafe society as Lady Diana Harrington, a name that made some of the gossip columns.

She seemed so anxious to go on the stage that some of her friends in the cocktail circuit set up a practical joke.

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 told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.

She discussed in her letters to Winslow some of the questions that came to her as she studied alone.

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

She had caught him off guard, no preparation, nothing certain but that ahead lay some kind of disaster.

She put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.

She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.

She looked as if she were accusing me of some fraud.

She had some amusing scandal about the Farneses in the old days.

She felt as if some dark, totally unfamiliar shape would clutch at her arm ; ;

She was wearing some sort of gray blazer.

She lived alone in the older part of the city, in one of those renovated houses whose brick facade some early settler had constructed.

She seemed to work to grow close to her son in the few days he spent at home, talking to him about some of the more pleasant moments of his childhood and then trying to talk to him about those things in which he alone was interested.