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 not only a trained mathematician and Classicist, but a good architect.

She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.

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 took a good look at herself in the mirror before she turned and, walking with very small steps, started toward the door.

She had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.

She knew that I lived at a good address on the Gold Coast, that I had once been a medical student and was thinking of returning to the university to finish my medical studies.

She was in good health and spirits, but still determined to get the money from Forbes.

She has a good, firm delivery of songs and adds to the solid virtues of the evening.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

`` She was mighty good to you past times, an' this'll fetch her ''.

She looked good, with her short tousled hair and no make-up.

She radiated warmth and good fellowship.

She was a beautiful and reputable woman and according to Pliny the Elder, she had a double canine in her upper right jaw, a sign of good fortune.

She also demanded that the cross be personally sent by Botaneiates as a vow of his good faith.

She proposes that Kant's first two premises only entail that we must try to achieve the perfect good, not that it is actually attainable.

She was a good friend of Ibsen.

She consoles Boethius by discussing the transitory nature of fame and wealth (" no man can ever truly be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune "), and the ultimate superiority of things of the mind, which she calls the " one true good ".

She stirs up even the shiftless to toil ; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order ; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth.

She wanted to have the watch engraved with the words, " To Pork from the O ' Hara's — Well done good and faithful servant ," but Pork declined the offer.

She decided to stay in Geneva alone, living first on the lake at Plongeon ( near the present United Nations buildings ) and then at the Rue de Chanoines ( now the Rue de la Pelisserie ) with François and Juliet d ’ Albert Durade on the second floor (" one feels in a downy nest high up in a good old tree ").

She further displayed a shrewd political acumen in her negotiations with Cesare Borgia, who had dispossessed Guidobaldo da Montefeltro, duke of Urbino, the husband of her sister-in-law and good friend Elisabetta Gonzaga in 1502.

She broke off their relationship officially and left for good.

" She held that the former is good, and the latter evil, and that there is a fundamental difference between them.

She told Access Hollywood: " He is a good guy.