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She left on a tour of England and fell in love with the country.
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She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.
She had nothing left but her duty to his land and his son.
She was told by the manservant who opened the door that his lordship was engaged on work from which he had left strict orders he was not to be disturbed.
She stayed too late, and when she left, it was dark and time to go home and cook supper for her husband.
She was glad the fat man had left.
She wouldn't be going to get that for an hour or so after Katya had left, go do the daily shopping.
She had left the party early, pleading a headache.
She said she didn't know a thing -- Tim had left the house at six in the morning, as usual.
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 sighed a dirty word and left.
Just before Myra left -- She was saying good-by to Cathy, and she didn't realize I was near ''.
She must have seen the ring on my left hand.
She had a funny little scar on her stomach, on the left side.
She says that at her age there is nothing much left to fear.
She returned home at Christmas, 1839, joining Charlotte and Emily, who had left their positions, and Branwell.
She left Bill in Hope with grandparents Eldridge and Edith Cassidy, who owned and ran a small grocery store.
She left nearly all her property to the National Trust, including over of land, sixteen farms, cottages and herds of cattle and Herdwick sheep.
It was restored to his widow, at the pleading of the poet André Chénier ; " She is old ", he urged, " she is seventy-six, and her husband has left her no heritage save his illustrious name, his virtues and his poverty.
She never left Haworth for more than a few weeks at a time as she did not want to leave her ageing father.
She admitted in an interview given that year that the fairies might have been " figments of my imagination ", but left open the possibility she believed that she had somehow managed to photograph her thoughts.
She left for Paris with cousin May Whitlock, forsaking several suitors and overcoming the objections of her family.
She left the production on December 30, 2007, and later returned from August 26, 2008 until the production closed on January 11, 2009.
She left college during The Great Depression to work as a secretary at the Fletcher Trust Company in Indianapolis.
She eventually left the bench in 1998 and devoted herself full-time to her website and books in September 1999.
She somersaulted and plunged back into the lake, nose first and biased towards the left side.
She and on
She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.
She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.
She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.
She went on:
She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.
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 was nude to the waist and her tumbled abundance of black hair did not conceal the knife slashes on her back.
She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;
She read everything else she could get her hands on, including an article ( she thinks it was in the Atlantic Monthly ) by Mark Twain on `` White Slavery ''.
She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.
She kept the dolls on the Lincoln bed.
She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.
She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.
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 smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.
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 came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.
She was still laughing when I grabbed her and started rolling her on the bed.
She signed the letters quickly, stamped them, and placed them on the hall table for Raphael to mail in town.
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