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 had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

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

She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She had even steeled herself to keep Juanita upstairs in the nurse's room off the empty nursery, although the girl tried to insist on moving back to the quarters to spare Kate remembrance of the baby's death.

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 even spoke differently when she was clean, and she was clean now for his departure and her voice clear and rather sharp.

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 had had a dignity about her, even barefoot and almost too tan.

She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;

She would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.

She ascribed her delight with both experiences to the effect they seemed to have of temporarily removing from her the controls which she felt so compulsively necessary to maintain even when it might seem appropriate to relax these controls.

She is even prone to regard the college girl as immature.

She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.

She didn't even give me a chance to refuse.

She was even more miserable than me.

She wouldn't have, even if he'd asked her.

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

She offers advice to governesses, widows, and even prostitutes.

She also was respected by the semi-Hellenic countries around the Greek world, such as Lydia, Caria, and even Egypt.

" She said that " pro-homosexual activists ... are creating media events all over the country and even internationally.