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 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 drank, smoked and spent time alone with boys.

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

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 must be cautious so as not to alert the scheming forest.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She was so beautiful with her rosy mouth and haughty air that she had to be wicked.

She got so drunk I had to take her home.

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 would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.

She made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.

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 had felt that her arm wanted to go up in the first trial, but had consciously prevented it from so doing.

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

She spoke also with deep thankfulness of the many individuals and agencies whose interest and efforts through the years had made the work so fruitful in results.

She wouldn't be going to get that for an hour or so after Katya had left, go do the daily shopping.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She tried to think of his unpredictable actions in the eleven years she had known him and discovered they weren't so many after all.

She was generous with her encores and the audience was equally so with its cheers and applause and flowers.

She was so heavy that Maggie's arms shook from lifting her and taking care of her.

She was so beautiful, so valiant, so pitiable.

She sounded so exactly like Doaty that Henrietta obeyed her under the clear impression that she could either comply or stay home.

She pursed her lips, then clamped them together so tightly that I thought she was angry with me.