She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She had helped him change his mind.

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 had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.

She had to escape.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

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

She had arrived this morning and come straight to the English Gardens.

She had retreated to this world.

She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She had hated the whole idea before they started.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She might have been someone he had once loved.

She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

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

She thereby unites the warlike Akkadian Ishtar's qualities to those of the gentler Sumerian goddess of love and fecundity.

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 raised her face and nodded, `` It's sweet, and very sad ''.

She drank and pushed back her gingham bonnet to wet a kerchief and wipe her face.

She could not face coffee or tea without milk, and was always craving types of food that were not available aboard a sailing ship.

She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She smiled, and the teeth gleamed in her beautifully modeled olive face.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She had talked to him right there, with the hot sun in his face, which made him sweat and feel ashamed.

She thought as warm, drizzling rain touched her face.

She made a face at him and then she laughed.

She stared at the pale tracings on the tree, hearing her breath refracted from it, her face close and touching at time the rough edges of the bark.

She did not look at him, but he noticed that her face was flushed and her eyes unsteady.

She states: " Since we do not succeed in fleeing it, let us therefore try to look the truth in the face.

She reportedly slapped Eugénie across the face, almost resulting in an international incident.

She said their cause was just, and the deities were on their side ; the one legion that had dared to face them had been destroyed.

" She was one of the greatest pantomime artists I have ever seen ", he said, " it was through watching her that I learned not only how to express emotions with my hands and face, but also how to observe and study people.

She takes the form of a huge bladder of a creature whose face is all mouth and whose arms and legs are flippers.

She bases this reading on Genesis 1, calling that the true record of creation in contrast to Genesis 2, the false record of creation obscuring the true ( which occurred when " a mist went up from the face of the ground ").

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She had to hurdle a barbecue pit to touch Lady Bird Johnson, she accidentally knocked Pat Nixon down, and Nancy Reagan told her to get out of her face or she'd have her arrested.

She occasionally throws up the terrible offspring of our pride and carelessness to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake or a Godzilla.

" She further wrote that although " Islamic historians agree that the prophet Muhammad never hit a woman, it is also clear that Muslim communities face a domestic violence problem.