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

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

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 said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She was quick.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She was bewildered.

She was standing in a thick grove.

She already knew this unwholesome, chilling atmosphere that was somehow grotesquely alive.

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

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

She was wearing nothing beneath the coat.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She was just not able to break the spell.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.