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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

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

She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.

She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She had even steeled herself to keep Juanita upstairs in the nurse's room off the empty nursery, although the girl tried to insist on moving back to the quarters to spare Kate remembrance of the baby's death.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

She even spoke differently when she was clean, and she was clean now for his departure and her voice clear and rather sharp.

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 had had a dignity about her, even barefoot and almost too tan.

She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;

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

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 is even prone to regard the college girl as immature.

She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.

She didn't even give me a chance to refuse.

She was even more miserable than me.

She wouldn't have, even if he'd asked her.

She found this immensely comforting, even though Mercer did not make much sense out of it.

She offers advice to governesses, widows, and even prostitutes.

She also was respected by the semi-Hellenic countries around the Greek world, such as Lydia, Caria, and even Egypt.

" She said that " pro-homosexual activists ... are creating media events all over the country and even internationally.

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 stumbled over the root of a tree that protruded maliciously above the earth.

She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.

She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.

She stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.

She looked at him impudently over the corner of the paper.

She then went over them thoroughly giving each a strenuous test in showmanship.

She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.

She would try to see over the bulge of her cheeks and somewhat under her teeth to the place where she was biting.

She had quarreled with Lucien, she had resisted his demands for money -- and if she died, by the provisions of her marriage contract, Lucien would inherit legally not only the immediate sum of gold under the floorboards in the office, but later, when the war was over, her father's entire estate.

She stood for a moment, rain dripping from the trees over her head, thinking of Maude.

She threw back a cushion over one of the seats, unlocked a padlock on the chest beneath it, then presently straightened, holding a long knife and a wicked looking spear gun in her hand.

She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.

She started to move away, just as a woman came out of the cottage, a big-boned, drab-haired figure with a clean apron tied over her limp print dress.

She hesitated, as though hunting over words and ways of putting them.

She didn't look over thirteen.

She might peel him, once the worst of the agony was over.

She never replied and the courtship was over.

She has authored over fifty-six novels and she has a great dislike of people taking and modifying her story characters.

She lost control over Nero when he began to have an affair with the freedwoman Claudia Acte, which Agrippina strongly disapproved of and violently scolded him for.

She watched over the development of her son's character and improved the tone of the administration.

She arranged for Alexander to marry Sallustia Orbiana, the daughter of a noble Patrician family, but grew so jealous of Sallustia ’ s influence over her son that she had her banished from court.

She married Basil of Trebizond and took over the throne of the Empire of Trebizond from 1340 to 1341.