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She and envied
She has a steady stream of beaux and is bitterly envied by the plain Daphne.

She and him
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.
She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.
She had helped him change his mind.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.
She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.
She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.
She yanked away from him furiously.
She studied him hopefully, yearningly ; ;
She looked at him, lips compressed.
She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.
Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She snapped at him.
She grabbed at Feathertop's sleeve and shrieked, `` Help him!!
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 couldn't cook or clean or make him comfortable.
She tells him of the consequences of his behavior.
She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.
She did not touch him.
She turned to him again.

She and .
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 doesn't want you now.
She breathed.
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 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 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.

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