She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She drank and pushed back her gingham bonnet to wet a kerchief and wipe her face.

She finished her hamburger and drank her coffee and paid her check ; ;

She tilted up and drank, and then I drank.

She habitually drank a lot of wine and was said to have received her name from that circumstance, as " Sanape " was purported to mean " drunkard " in the local language.

She then removed one of her priceless pearl earrings, dropped it into the vinegar, allowed it to dissolve, and drank the mixture.

She hanged herself or else drank, along with her husband and the child Promachus, of bull's blood and so died.

She drank so much of it — thinking it to be blood — that she became drunk and returned to her former gentle self as Hathor.

She and Madeline both realize they drank the same potion.

She drank heavily, was sexually promiscuous, and kept numerous lovers and close associations within the artistic community.

She describes them as nomads who lived in felt tents, ate raw meat and drank fermented mare's milk.

She was a devout Roman Catholic with a demure, serious, " convent school " demeanor, rarely drank much, and had no reputation for extramarital activities with men.

She was constantly ill and drank more and more heavily — according to Guggenheim, she accounted for a bottle of whiskey a day.

She rigorously ate lean foods, drank 8 glasses of water a day, and avoided fatty foods.

She stayed in an inn in Shinagawa on May 20, where she had a massage and drank three bottles of beer.

She went home ate and drank with her husband and was filled with hope.

* She believes that the combined weight of the Barrick burger, bun and water she drank was probably 17 or 18 pounds, and that this is approximately her current gastronomic maximum.

She started writing songs at fourteen and has memories of being in a folk music duo with a friend: " I played flute, she played guitar and sang, and we wore matching paisley dresses that went to the floor, and played at coffee houses where people drank hot chocolates with marshmallows.

She took a silver goblet, filled it and bowed to Hjörvard, telling him success to all Ylfings, this cup is to the memory of Hrólf Kraki drank half of it and offered the rest to Hjörvard.

She drank the same to convince him, and died soon after at Samhain, becoming a goddess of sorcery.

She finds the man sleeping on the floor, near her bed, and realizes that he is a vampire and that he has drank some of her blood.

She is severely injured, for Ancar has tortured and raped her, and she drank a large amount of poison as a suicide attempt.

She also drank Tony's Sea Monkeys, confusing their sea castles with her mint julep.

She loosened her tweed jacket and smoked a cigarette.

She smoked, wore trousers, and drove cars, unusual for women at the time.

She had smoked cigarettes since at least the age of 15 and had continued to smoke heavily for many years.

Her old friend Sally Seton, whom Clarissa admires dearly, is remembered as a great independent woman: She smoked cigars, once ran down a corridor naked to fetch her sponge-bag and made bold, unladylike statements to get a reaction from people.

She came under fire for admitting along with other Labour Ministers that she had smoked Cannabis as a teenager.

She smoked Jolly Sailor tobacco, and had two sheepdogs –- " Thunder and Lightning.

She smoked cigarettes in public, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach ( Emily as in her spinster aunt and Spinach for its green color ) in the White House, and was seen placing bets with a bookie.

She smoked very much, first cigarettes and then cigars, and dressed as though on excavation.

She cycled in London and twice over the Alps, smoked in public and explored alternative religions.

She wrote very slowly and suffered actual tortures of creation ... " Vera Ivanovna does not write, she puts mosaic together, Vladimir Ilyich said to me at that time ", And in fact she put down each sentence separately, walked up and down the room slowly, shuffled about in her slippers, smoked constantly hand-made cigarettes and threw the stubs and half-smoked cigarettes in every direction on all the window seats and tables, and scattered ashes over her jacket, hands, manuscripts, tea in the glass, and incidentally her visitor.

She is not seen wearing clothes made out of animals, nor smoked ( although in the episode " Smoke Detectors " she did ) and is totally sane.

She also smoked frequently for a period of time before deciding to quit the habit.

She also locked and bolted the windows to prevent it looking like a potential murderer escaped by that method, therefore indicating that the murderer was someone in the house, but as the fireplace grate was full of smoked cigarettes, the air should not have been as fresh as it was, and Poirot deduced that the windows of the room must have been open that night, otherwise the air would have smelled smoky and the tramp could not have overheard the conversation he did.

She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

She eyed the chickens with, if she had known it, something of Glendora's dismal look and thought with a certain fury of the time she had spent on Latin verbs.

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.

She spent her whole life caring for the poor and assisting the most disadvantaged Romans.

She spent two years in France, where she worked for Anne Willan, the founder of Ecole de Cuisine La Varenne.

" She spent the next three years investigating the law of God according to the Bible, especially in the words and works of Jesus.

She returned to Haworth in January 1844 and used the time spent in Brussels as the inspiration for some experiences in The Professor and Villette.

She spent most of her childhood and all of her adult life based in Paris and then the abbey at Poissy, and wrote entirely in her adoptive tongue of Middle French.

She was chronically ill as a child and spent much of her time reading literature of the fantastic.

She spent the hostilities of 939 at Lorsch Abbey

She then spent the next three years seeking help from psychiatrists on both the west and the east coasts.

She spent most of their married years in resorts and spas, with their only child, a son.

She stayed at her mother's home in Palmdale during the brief time she was out of prison and spent some time hiking with her husband.

She spent her last years in a close personal and professional collaboration with anthropologist Rhoda Metraux, with whom she lived from 1955 until her death in 1978. Letters between the two published in 2006 with the permission of Mead's daughter clearly express a romantic relationship.

She spent the first few years mostly in the hospital, but was eventually able to be nursed from home.

She appears to have spent three years in the Welsh Marches, making regular visits to her father's court, before returning permanently to the home counties around London in mid-1528.

She had not told him that it was stuffed, much to Victor's annoyance, as he had spent time constructing an expensive kennel for it.

She had spent her early years helping a variety of sick relatives, contracting tuberculosis in the process.

She spent time in Salzburg and Nuremberg, where she stayed with her aunt and grandmother and became fluent in German.

She announced in mid-2007 that her Paradise Valley home would be put up for sale, citing her aspirations to " downsize " and focus more on her charity work, and the fact that in the last year she had only " spent about two weeks there.

She spent her childhood in Normandy and Corsica.

She spent a semester studying in France as part of her major, a move that mirrored her role as Reed in the television series Sisters.

She also spent exorbitant sums of money on the grandiose baroque projects of her favourite architect, Bartolomeo Rastrelli, particularly in Peterhof and Tsarskoye Selo.

She spent her early childhood in Fort Wayne, near the St. Mary's River.

She herself spent years in one of the tanks.