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She has eaten one of the magic apples, thereby becoming immortal, but her face is now " deadly white ;" Digory begins to understand what the last line in the sign means.
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She and has
She has shared her husband's greatness, but only within the confines of their home ; ;
She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.
She has small, broad, capable hands and an enormous energy.
She has studied and observed and she is convinced that her young man is going to be endlessly enchanting.
She has the small, highly developed body of a prime athlete, and holds in contempt the `` girls who just move sex ''.
She has a pretty bad cold ''.
She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.
She has been acting as a prostitute.
She teamed up with another beauty, whose name has been lost to history, and commenced with some fiddling that would have made Nero envious.
She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.
`` She says she has to finish a story ''.
She gave a fine portrayal of Auntie Mame on Broadway in 1958 and has appeared in live television from `` Captain Brassbound's Conversion '' to `` Camille ''.
She has to have at least one car herself.
She is the most beautiful thing you ever laid eyes on, and her dancing has a feminine suavity, lightness, sparkle, and refinement which are simply incomparable.
) She has since turned to Bellini, whose opera `` Beatrice Di Tenda '' in a concert version with the American Opera Society introduced her to New York last season.
She has a good, firm delivery of songs and adds to the solid virtues of the evening.
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 also has a habit of constantly changing her hairstyle, and in every appearance by her much is made of the clothes and hats she wears.
She has a maid called Maria who prevents the public adoration from becoming too much of a burden on her employer, but does nothing to prevent her from becoming too much of a burden on others.
She has authored over fifty-six novels and she has a great dislike of people taking and modifying her story characters.
" She first met Poirot in the story Cards on the Table and has been bothering him ever since.
She also has a remarkable ability to latch onto a casual comment and connect it to the case at hand.
She and eaten
He said of his mother, " She improved my love of vegetables by introducing the phrase, ' You can't go out and play cricket until you have eaten all your vegetables.
She is described as an outcaste ( Chandalini ) and offered left-over or partially eaten food ( Ucchishta ) with unwashed hands or food after eating, both of which are considered to be impure in classical Hinduism.
She depicts Daniel as getting eaten by the lions, and when confronted by the pastor tries to disguise this by saying that she ' wanted to do Jonah and the whale, but they don't do whales in Fuzzy Felt '.
She had already eaten the food of the underworld and now belonged to the land of the dead.
She was afraid that her baby's corpse would be eaten by coyotes if buried at the local cemetery.
* She may have eaten cake ( the speaker does not know whether she ate cake ).
* She might have eaten cake ( this means either the same as the above, or else means that she did not eat cake but that it was or would have been possible for her to eat cake ).
" (" She is losing her hair and teeth, her skin is like a leper's, she is a horror to herself ; her hands are horrible, covered with greenish pustules, her nails are loose, and the flesh is eaten away by the poisoned humors.
She was sentenced to be eaten by wild beasts, but was again saved by a series of miracles when the female beasts protected her against her male aggressors.
She has also shut down or eaten some of her body parts.
Her newborn have also eaten parts of her, although she later ate them, so only two survive. She often refers to herself as an Assassin.
She was able to turn the kids into apples, but the students managed to make her accidentally turn herself into one ; she was then eaten by Louis.
She can be eaten by a nightmare if she attempts to enter the Dreamweaver's cave without a certain item or eaten by a rogue wind spirit if she stands around too long on the mountain.
Author Hans Christian Andersen ’ s refers to a cupboard in Andersen ’ s Fairy Tales ; “ She read it three times: she then knew it by heart ; so she put the fish into the cupboard -- for it might very well be eaten, and she never threw anything away .”
She also had " Tamale Day " to use cooking as a teaching tool ( although she apparently didn't know that the corn husk was not to be eaten ).
She hunts for the first time to provide food for the pride as they had not eaten for a while.
She does not " rescue " the eaten grandmother at all.
She manages to chase off Munk and Mambo and tip the scales of good and evil, causing a series of fairy tales to go wrong and have unhappy endings including Jack getting stepped on by the Giant ( John DiMaggio ), Little Red Riding Hood being eaten by the Big Bad Wolf, and Rumpelstiltskin ( Michael McShane ) winning his bet with the miller's daughter and takes her baby.
She and one
She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.
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 a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.
She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;
She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.
She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.
She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.
`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.
She had been one of the first to collect her wits.
She was a juicy one.
She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.
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 was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.
She also builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.
She then described her experience as one in which she first had difficulty accepting for herself a state of being in which she relinquished control.
She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.
She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.
She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.
She sidled along the booths one step at a time.
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 had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.
She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.
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