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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 no
She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.
She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.
She used to tell me, `` When I stand there and look at the flag blowing this way and that way, I have the wonderful, safe feeling that Americans are protected no matter which way the wind blows ''.
She had no children ; ;
She was a living doll and no mistake -- the blue-black bang, the wide cheekbones, olive-flushed, that betrayed the Cherokee strain in her Midwestern lineage, and the mouth whose only fault, in the novelist's carping phrase, was that the lower lip was a trifle too voluptuous.
She could do no wrong at the tables that time.
She had no way of knowing in advance whether an opportunity for murder existed.
She was apparently the pioneer in her family because she had no close relatives in this country at that time.
She noted that no student had been withdrawn through loss of confidence ; ;
She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.
She was no schoolgirl, refusing to bear tales.
She had caught him off guard, no preparation, nothing certain but that ahead lay some kind of disaster.
She had always been able to ignore the moral question because there had been no choice.
She set out to make sure that no Jewish child anyplace in the world had to live in a place such as this ''.
She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.
She no longer wanted anything about him to remind her of the circumstances of their meeting that first night in Parioli.
She felt the lash bite and heard her father say in crazed monosyllables words which had no meaning, like, `` unnnt!!
She wore a bathing suit like his mother's, no straps on the shouders.
She said sharks have no bones and shrimp swam backward.
She looked good, with her short tousled hair and no make-up.
She meant him well, but was in no condition for articulate speech.
She appeared to have no children with her husband and her sepulchral inscription has been found in Italy.
She bound Andrew as a boy as an apprentice tailor ; Johnson had no formal education but taught himself how to read and write, with some help from his masters, as was their obligation under his apprenticeship.
She was never considered legitimate and, when the king was dying, no one took her as a serious contender for the crown.

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