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She leaves with the line, having realized that he has much more to offer, and the moral is presented: " To the vector belong the spoils.
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She started to brush the dirt and bits of leaves off her clothes.
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 whirled and faced him, roaring terribly, and Ulyate, watching through the leaves, could not understand why she did not charge and obliterate him, because he wouldn't have much of a chance of getting away, in that thick growth, but she seemed just a trace uncertain ; ;
She smiled, and expertly let herself downward, holding this known root or that, her sneakers sliding in the leaves.
She also announces candidates to succeed her as Mother Superior ; she will share her memories with Murbella and Sheeana before she leaves.
She leaves, and the doctor and gentlewoman marvel at her descent into madness.
She played the role of a rich and arrogant girl who falls in love with a poorer boy and later leaves her house to marry him.
She then has a couple of odd encounters: first with a pair of bank robbers ( which leaves her with a large amount of cash ), and with a hitchhiker being pursued by an armed party.
She ignores William Dobbin, who courts her for years, and treats him shabbily until eventually he leaves.
She then leaves Sunnydale for Los Angeles in the hopes of escaping her life as the Slayer.
" She leaves, crying, fearing that she has lost Henry's entire regard.
She then descended into the adyton ( Greek for " inaccessible ") and mounted her tripod seat, holding laurel leaves and a dish of Kassotis spring water into which she gazed.
She leaves alone, but Oelph opts to follow her in secret ; he arrives in time to see her stumble across the body of a murdered Duke, stabbed with one of her scalpels, and catches a glimpse of the real murderer fleeing the room.
She leaves just a few days later on a ship for Drezen, and is seen off at the dock by Oelph.
She is present on the night of David's birth but leaves after hearing that Clara Copperfield's child is a boy instead of a girl, and is not seen until David is older and flees to her house in Dover from London.
She leaves her cousin and fiancé, Ham, for Steerforth.
She and Riley make love for the first time in his car, and she leaves the next day, leaving a note describing why she did what she did, and that what happened the previous night was special for her ... and a warning: " Get out of that card game.
She leaves the prom-goers and chaperones to die in the fire, including Tommy.
She lets him get cleaned up as she leaves.
She leaves in a fury, much to the glee of her younger sister, Irene ( Carole Lombard ).
She, however, leaves them in suspense as to which one.
She leaves him, but after he suffers a heart attack they reunite, though he now has to employ other men.
She in turn leaves the estate to her in her will which is found when she mysteriously disappears.
She leaves the otherworldly island of Tir Tairngire (" the land of promise ") to be with her mortal lover, Ciabhán, but drowns as she sleeps in Glandore harbour in County Cork: the tide there is known as Tonn Chlíodhna, " Clíodhna's Wave ".
She bears him a son called Amalgad, but soon leaves him.
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She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.
She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.
She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.
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 was standing with her back to the glass door.
She raised a protesting hand with a startled air.
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 cackled with mirth, showing the stumps of betel-stained teeth.
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 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 said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.
She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.
She said with intense feeling: `` Come near, let me feel your arms.
She daubed at her swimming eyes with a lacy handkerchief and said with obvious emotion: `` That poor boy!!
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 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 opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.
She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.
She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.
She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
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 had, with her own work-weary hands, put seeds in the ground, watched them sprout, bud, blossom, and get ready to bear.
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