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 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 would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.

She told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.

She eyed the chickens with, if she had known it, something of Glendora's dismal look and thought with a certain fury of the time she had spent on Latin verbs.

She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.

She found herself wishing an old wish, that she had told Doaty she was running away, that she had left something more behind her than the loving, sorry note and her best garnet pin.

She had explained it -- something about summer people's eating out and not enough space in the units.

She was talking about him that time, because he had done some bad thing, something she disliked, but `` Afterwards Martin said he was sorry.

She had earlier told the House of Commons that if she had been aware of such facts she would have done something about it.

She wrote, " Fleury is much less benign than Bouguereau and don't temper his severities … he hinted of possibilities before me and as he rose said the nicest thing of all, ' we will do all we can to help you '… I want these men … to know me and recognize that I can do something.

She proposed an alliance, something which she had refused to do when offered one by Feodor's father, but was turned down.

She described his Mr Hyde-like change into a growling, uncontrollable beast as something out of a horror movie.

She paid very close attention to the details, something she had always done in her husband's life.

" She went on to put forward the idea that this typically confirmed " some original, private experience, so that the most common experience of those who have named themselves pagan is something like ' I finally found a group that has the same religious perceptions I always had '.

She went on to remark that she had encountered pagans in jobs that ranged from " fireman to Ph. D. chemist " but that the one thing that she thought made them into an " elite " was as avid readers, something that she found to be very common within the pagan community despite the fact that avid readers constituted less than 20 % of the general population of the United States at the time.

" She further held that to be is to be something, that " existence is identity.

She was so true, so sure of me ; and I felt I had something to live for, someone I must not disappoint.

She tells Lisa, " There has to be more life than just what we see, everyone needs something to believe in.

She also commented that she once saw a woman in her audience dressed in dripping chiffon with a Gibson Girl hairstyle and big boots and Nicks knew she wanted something similar.

" She further noted that " a lot of the time the creationists ... they'll search through scientific journals and try to pull out something they think demonstrates evolution doesn't work and there is a kind of interesting rationale behind it.

She believes that if something is rhetorical, then there will be action.

She said later that the war had depressed her and she had wanted to write something naïve and innocent.

She was determined to be something in life.

Beginning in the 1940s, She became something of an art collector.

She had not confessed her guilt, something that the Chinese press has emphasized to show her bad attitude.