She passed the entrance examinations to the University of Illinois, but during the year at Urbana felt more important events transpired at the University of Chicago.

She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.

She felt the look and looked back because she could not help it, seeing that he was neither as old nor as thick as she had at first believed.

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 looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

She felt a lift in spirit.

She felt cold and hot, sticky and chilly at the same time.

She felt mindless, walking, and almost easy until the church spire told her she was near the cemetery, and she caught herself wondering what she would say to Doaty.

She felt, rather than saw, the approach of the good-looking young man.

She felt like a fool, too.

She sat down and played two slots at once, looking grim, as if bested by mechanical devices, and Owen felt sorry for the lay-sisters depending on her support.

She felt the lash bite and heard her father say in crazed monosyllables words which had no meaning, like, `` unnnt!!

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

She felt, and said, that sympathy only made people feel sorry for themselves ; ;

She also used the priory during her short reign, particularly in 1547, where she felt safe from the English Army.

The Joplins felt that Janis always needed more attention than their other children, with her mother stating, " She was unhappy and unsatisfied without a lot of attention.

She felt that the final exuberant movement was " too brilliant ", as she was encouraged by the dark and tempestuous opening movement she had seen in an early draft.

She met and married William Davey, her first husband, at age 19 because she felt as if it was her duty as a daughter.

" She felt sorry for the group and agreed to help the remaining group hide from the police and FBI.

" She felt it important to " influence people in a positive way " to vote on November 4.

" She was also a believer and a practitioner of magic, performing curses against those whom she felt deserved it: as Ronald Hutton noted, " Once she carried out a ritual to blast a fellow academic whose promotion she believed to have been undeserved, by mixing up ingredients in a frying pan in the presence of two colleagues.

She gained weight, and felt nauseous in the mornings.

She was succeeded by her half-sister, who became Elizabeth I. Philip, who was in Brussels, wrote in a letter, " I felt a reasonable regret for her death.

She is represented as a young woman chained to a throne shaped as a bull's head and has wind-related abilities.

She was chained in a storeroom for six months, until, as she describes, Jesus sat down at her bedside, and asked her, " Daughter, why hast thou forsaken Me, and I forsook never thee?

She is chained outside the cave where the clan live, with Mama tormenting her.

She takes the weapon form of double blades that Rowen wields on each hand and six chained sickles on his back which can detach and attack opponents from a distance.

She finds the Addershag in the cellar of a building, chained to a wall by men who want her to help them win games of chance.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

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

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

She set down her suitcase.

She was watching a tree ride wildly down that roiling current.

She looked down at her hands, too.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.

She had the hips of a boy and a loose-jointed walk that reminded me of a string of beads strolling down the street.

She remembered McClellan's last proclamation as she hurried fearfully down the stairs.

She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.

She did this now, comfortably aware of the mist running down the windows, of the silence outside, of the dark afternoon it was getting to be.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

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

She smoothed the skirt, sat down, then stood up and went back to the windows.

She sat down on the nearest, fallen with age and gray with sea-damp, her fingers tracing the indecipherable carved letters padded with green moss.

She stood indecisively for a moment, then walked down the hall ; ;

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

She saw me and sat down beside me, three feet away.

She likens Inanna to a great storm bird who swoops down on the lesser gods and sends them fluttering off like surprised bats.

She has referenced this independence from major labels in song more than once, including " The Million You Never Made " ( Not A Pretty Girl ), which discusses the act of turning down a lucrative contract, " The Next Big Thing " ( Not So Soft ), which describes an imagined meeting with a label head-hunter who evaluates the singer based on her looks, and " Napoleon " ( Dilate ), which sympathizes sarcastically with an unnamed friend who did sign with a label.

She ends up hitting every batter at the plate ( or " beaning " them ) and goes down as the worst pitcher in history.

She asks Deckard to hunt down the " missing " sixth replicant.