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 regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.

She had, with her own work-weary hands, put seeds in the ground, watched them sprout, bud, blossom, and get ready to bear.

She held Jonathan's letter, his words burning like a brand, and knew suddenly that the bonds between them were severed.

She signed the letters quickly, stamped them, and placed them on the hall table for Raphael to mail in town.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.

She then went over them thoroughly giving each a strenuous test in showmanship.

She held herself that way and turned her head towards them and laughed and winked.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She learns how to relax them to accept -- instead of contracting them to repel -- the entering object.

She agreed to take charge of five or six of the Negroes should Palfrey decide to send them north immediately.

She drew on all her resources of mind and heart to help them -- to make them at home in the world ; ;

She took refuge on a tongue of land extending into a gully, crouched at the base of a thorn tree, and waited for them to come up.

`` She don't know nothing about them cars.

She pushed wartorn and poverty-stricken nations into prosperity, but she failed to lead them into unity and world peace.

She pursed her lips, then clamped them together so tightly that I thought she was angry with me.

She would turn to them, then turn to him, then turn again.

She hesitated, as though hunting over words and ways of putting them.

She would not stop to read them in American Express, as many were doing, sitting on benches or leaning against the walls, but pushed her way out into the street.

She would see them, looking just as they had in the books, and this would make up a part of her delight.

She compared the results with tape recordings of modern singers and was not unpleased although her own tapes had a peculiar quality about them, not at all unharmonious, merely unique.