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 is described as a beautiful old woman and by her aspect people saw that she belonged to the subterraneans.

She belonged to the French House of Poitiers, the Ramnulfids.

She received properties that had belonged to Queen Ælfthryth in Winchester and Rutland, and also controlled the city of Exeter, parts of Devonshire, Suffolk and Oxfordshire.

She belonged to a family with Aramaic names.

She found that T. horridus and several other species belonged together, and T. prorsus and T. brevicornus stood alone, and since there were many more specimens in the first group, she suggested that this meant the two groups were two species.

She belonged to an old princely family of Rurikid descent.

She belonged to a group of agricultural deities which also comprised Setia ( or Seja ) and Segetia.

She belonged to the Bernadotte dynasty, which had ruled in Sweden since 1818, when the founder, Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte, one of Napoleon's generals, was elected crown prince of Sweden in 1810 and later succeeded the throne as Charles XIV of Sweden in 1818.

She belonged to the early Leijonhufvud clan of Swedish nobility ( the name meaning Lion's Head ).

She belonged to a revival movement within the Church of Sweden led by pastor Pehr Brandell of the parish of Nora in the municipality of Kramfors in Ångermanland and characterized by pietistic and Moravian influences.

She was the last British monarch of the House of Hanover ; her son King Edward VII belonged to the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, the line of his father, Prince Albert.

She was christened in the Episcopal church as Gloria Laura Vanderbilt ( and after her father's death, confirmed in the Catholic Church, to which her mother belonged ).

She belonged to an experienced political dynasty: her father, Morgan Phillips, was a former coalminer who served as General Secretary of the Labour Party between 1944 and 1962 ; her mother, Norah Phillips was a former member of London County Council who became a life peer in 1964, serving as a government whip in the House of Lords, and as Lord Lieutenant of Greater London from 1978 to 1986.

She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world.

She belonged to the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha.

She lived in New England before being sold in 1725 to an important French businessman from Montreal named François Poulin de Francheville, and after his death in 1733 belonged to his wife Thérèse de Couagne.

She spent three years there, dismayed to find that while she still longed for the native Sioux traditions she no longer fully belonged to them and that many around her were conforming to the influence of the dominant white culture.

She refused to apologize or denounce the party, and in testimony before the HUAC on May 21, 1952, said she never belonged to the party and refused to discuss what she knew of the participation of others, claiming her rights under the Fifth Amendment.

She has been instrumental in trying to reestablish full ordination for nuns in the Mulasarvastivadin order, to which all Tibetan Buddhist monastics have traditionally belonged ; various conferences have been convened to study the matter.

She can also be quite harsh with her opinions ( such as, for instance, when she suggested moving into Ross's apartment after Emma's birth and saying that his " dinosaur things " belonged in the garbage ).

She herself belonged to several volunteer groups, including Women in Community Services and Urban Services League, and was an advocate of the Domestic Volunteer Service Act of 1973, a bill that encouraged volunteerism by providing benefits to a number of volunteer organizations.

She was given the chance to learn more, but realised she belonged with her friends.

She had already eaten the food of the underworld and now belonged to the land of the dead.

She later wrote a witty celebration of her friends and the circle to which they belonged in her 1782 poem The Bas Bleu, or, Conversation, published in 1784.