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 couldn't cook or clean or make him comfortable.

She looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.

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

She was wearing a brown cotton dress, cut across the hips in a way that was supposed to make her look slimmer, a yoke set into the skirt and flaring pleats below.

She wanted to make a more equitable distribution of it among the groups that would benefit the most ; ;

She had come to make her peace with the past, and of that past this ancient of the earth was only a kind of shadow.

She set out to make sure that no Jewish child anyplace in the world had to live in a place such as this ''.

She was trying to make a hole in my armor, and I didn't want it.

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

She would have a year in which to make up her mind, to choose a mate from a list selected by her gapt.

She found this immensely comforting, even though Mercer did not make much sense out of it.

She gives him food, and speaks to him, urging him not to " have on his conscience the staggering burden of needless bloodshed " ( verse 31, NIV ) and reminding him that God will make him a " lasting dynasty " ( verse 28 ).

She herself died in 1558, and in 1559 Elizabeth I reintroduced the 1552 book with a few modifications to make it acceptable to more traditionally minded worshippers, notably the inclusion of the words of administration from the 1549 Communion Service alongside those of 1552.

She continued to make minor and frequently nostalgic period musicals such as Starlift, The West Point Story, On Moonlight Bay, By the Light of the Silvery Moon, and Tea For Two for Warner Brothers.

She had just enough time to warn her husband to take care of their child and make sure that he did not pick flowers.

" She made a confession that the Israelites had failed to make.

She offered very limited aid to foreign Protestants and failed to provide her commanders with the funds to make a difference abroad.

She has changed it to make reference to " Jock Stewart ", one of her relatives, and there are no Irish references.

She used the opportunity to denounce Christianity as irredeemable for women and to call for women ( and men ) to make an exodus from the Church.

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 had not given Orwell much notice about this operation because of worries about the cost and because she expected to make a speedy recovery.

She attempted to make almost each of Heracles ' twelve labors more difficult.

She regarded most attempts to make historical studies more female-inclusive as being artificial in nature, and an impediment to progress.

She also believes that too much money has been diverted away from the juvenile court system and believes that the government should find some way to make the juvenile courts work effectively so as to prevent problems in troubled children and adolescents before these problems are exacerbated by the time these adolescents reach adulthood .< ref >