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 realized I'd have to notify the police, but fervently hoped I could avoid mentioning her name.

She hoped they were well.

In a 1958 letter to a friend in West Germany, Paternak wrote, " She was put in jail on my account, as the person considered by the secret police to be closest to me, and they hoped that by means of a grueling interrogation and threats they could extract enough evidence from her to put me on trial.

She had also hoped to develop her psionic powers, which her ancestors were rumored to have possessed with great proficiency.

She hoped her son's life would be more professionally successful than that of his parents.

She, nevertheless, hoped for a future where her son would still be able to rule, convinced that the violence would soon pass.

She fervently hoped that the constitution would prove unworkable, and also that her brother, the new Holy Roman emperor, Leopold II, would find some way to defeat the revolutionaries.

She was a supporter of the Philosophy of the Enlightenment, and tried to win the king to its new ideas, albeit not quite as successfully as she hoped.

She had hoped to be " a Queen of Holland in Paris ", but Napoleon did not agree.

She hoped the King would give her possessions to her daughter, Lady Margaret Douglas.

She is originally a cute, little sister whom Eric shared a humorous relationship with as he used her to win the hearts of girls he had hoped to date.

She had hoped that by Watson knowing of this discovery, he would leave Rayner.

She immediately succeeds Odrade as Mother Superior of the Bene Gesserit, joining the two forces under a single leader in an uneasy truce that is hoped will be able to defeat the unknown enemy.

She had plenty of material to be written about the " rebellious sons and disgruntled brothers and conniving kings and willful queens " of the Plantagenets and hoped to write as many as a dozen books on the subject.

Diana told an interviewer in 1999: " She told me that if there was a war, which of course we all terribly hoped there might not be, that she would kill herself because she couldn't bear to live and see these two countries tearing each other to pieces, both of which she loved.

She never considered inviting him to share her power in governing Russia, as he must have hoped.

She also hoped that the first single of the new material would be released in the middle or the end of 2011.

She also hoped that the schoolwork and reading would distract him from the " tantalizing sounds " of children playing outside his window.

She also hoped that her writing would generate some additional income.

She was brought to Cicely by Maurice, who had hoped to marry her.

She was also a leading figure on Henry Ford's ill-fated Peace Ship expedition of late 1915, steaming across the Atlantic with a team of pacifist campaigners who hoped to give impetus to a negotiated settlement to the First World War.

She also discontinued work on her diploma dissertation that she had hoped to develop into a Ph. D. thesis under the supervision of the physics professor Heinrich Weber.

She hoped to inherit some of Cora's paintings ; the will confirmed she inherited all of them.

She also had an affair with the French phenomenological philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty, whom she described as her true love ; she hoped he would leave his wife for her.

She was arrested by the Gestapo and imprisoned at the Fresnes prison in Paris, because it was hoped for that her comrades would try to free her.