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She and had
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 and even
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 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 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.

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