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 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 said with intense feeling: `` Come near, let me feel your arms.

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 walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.

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 knew she was feeling afraid and inwardly laughed at herself.

She stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.

She described herself as having the same kind of `` irresponsible '' feeling as she had once experienced under hypnosis.

She smiled and bowed, recalling the princess-in-a-carriage feeling she had enjoyed when she was a child.

She had changed into a cocktail dress, and the whole evening should have been before her, but already she was beginning to get a tight feeling at the back of her neck.

She wondered, with a baffled feeling of helplessness.

She expressed reservations over the eventual winner David Cameron, feeling that he did not, like the other candidates, have a proven track record, and she was later a leading figure in parliamentary opposition to his A-List policy, which she has said is " an insult to women ".

She wrote of the Americans, " The boy learns to make advances and rely upon the girl to repulse them whenever they are inappropriate to the state of feeling between the pair ", as contrasted to the British, where " the girl is reared to depend upon a slight barrier of chilliness ... which the boys learn to respect, and for the rest to rely upon the men to approach or advance, as warranted by the situation.

She reported feeling streams of a mysterious fluid running through her body and was relieved of her symptoms for several hours.

She explained that she had been feeling low in the six months before her admission.

She crossed into Pennsylvania with a feeling of relief and awe, and recalled the experience years later:

She later stated in an interview, " I didn't want to do Willow as someone who's feeling sorry for herself.

She initially rejects the idea of marriage and romance, feeling that it would break up her family and separate her from the sisters she adores.

She gives the curious feeling of being charged with power which can find no ordinary outlet.

She once indicated, " I am to some extent influenced by them — not in any technical sense, but in the choice of subject matter and the feeling and atmosphere they could achieve.

She is less distanced from the family than Desire, though, and seems to have some feeling at least for Delirium, and also seems to miss Destruction so much that she is able to manipulate Dream into feeling guilty over Destruction's abadoning of his duty.

She does not say much, and consequently appears brusque, but her speech at Morpheus ' wake in The Wake reveals her sympathy and feeling for him.

She was also feeling socially excluded by the other two members, who had ' been best friends a lot longer ', and whom, she says, were ' no longer inviting her out with them '.

She loved cartoons as a child and wanted to be a voice actress from the age of eight, but instead chose a " practical " career, feeling she would never be able to realize her ambition.