Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She said, `` My name is Songau and these girls are Ponkob and Piwen.

She, too, is concerned with `` the becoming, the process of realization '', but she does not think in terms of subtle variations of spatial or temporal patterns.

She was exposing herself to temptation which it is best to avoid where it can consistently be done.

She is not only a trained mathematician and Classicist, but a good architect.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

She has studied and observed and she is convinced that her young man is going to be endlessly enchanting.

She is an aggressive, nervous child.

She said, `` My dear, do you know what Kent House is ''??

She is owned by Ralph H. Kroening, Milwaukee, Wis., who, according to the railbirds, can feel justly proud of her.

She is more like her full brother, Taraday Hanover, but larger.

She is a beautiful filly and likes to trot.

She told the sheep, ' The world is coming to an end '!!

`` She really is a dear little thing '', my mother agreed.

She later divorced Graham, who is believed to have moved to Bolivia.

She is a regular stub and twister, double geered.

She is well-educated and refined, all wildcat and fur, and Union from the muzzle to the crupper ''.

She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.

She may well be incapacitated by it when she is confronted with present and future alternatives -- e.g., whether to prepare primarily for a career or for the role of a homemaker ; ;

She said, `` Barney, why is he keeping me here ''??

She mumbled, `` I just know that Chief Moore is out to kill my Tim ''!!

She sees that there is a cup of steaming hot coffee awaiting him and the two chat informally as she presents the rules of the center and explains procedures.

She is in Madame Tussard's Waxworks in London, a princess of the Kiowa tribe and an honorary colonel in many states.

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 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.