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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 just
She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.
She was just not able to break the spell.
She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.
She has the small, highly developed body of a prime athlete, and holds in contempt the `` girls who just move sex ''.
She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.
She just wouldn't listen.
She was just another freighter from the States, and she seemed as commonplace as her name.
She whirled and faced him, roaring terribly, and Ulyate, watching through the leaves, could not understand why she did not charge and obliterate him, because he wouldn't have much of a chance of getting away, in that thick growth, but she seemed just a trace uncertain ; ;
She was just waking up when we found her at the garage ''.
She mumbled, `` I just know that Chief Moore is out to kill my Tim ''!!
She said, when she learned Jackie was heading home: `` I'm just speculating, but I have to think Jack feels he's hurting Boston's chances ''.
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 started to move away, just as a woman came out of the cottage, a big-boned, drab-haired figure with a clean apron tied over her limp print dress.
She had been in Japan just one week.
She could not count the times Herman had rapped on the door, just a couple of bangs that shook the whole damned closet and might, someday, break away the pipe connections from the wall.
She was at the moment just a small, walking package, being delivered to her aunt's and uncle's house.
She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.
She would see them, looking just as they had in the books, and this would make up a part of her delight.
She was a virgin huntress, just like Artemis and proud of her maidenhood.
She supported the efforts of the National Trust to preserve not just the places of extraordinary beauty, but those heads of valley and low grazing lands that would be irreparably ruined by development.
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 remembers that her father was such a fan of Bessie Smith, " he once rode 50 miles on horseback just to see her perform live.
She made a public statement after her release, saying: " I would just like to thank the court for allowing me these 90 days ... helped me deal with a very gnarly drug problem, which is behind me ...
" She attended the Misses Lyman School and was just an average student, though she did well in French and Natural History.
She married Henry VIII, who had only just acceded to the throne, in a private ceremony at Greenwich Church.

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