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She lives in Wellsville, Mo..
She and Beatrix remained friends throughout their lives and Annie's eight children were the recipients of many of Potter ’ s delightful picture letters.
She wrote the Nüjie ostensibly for her daughters, instructing them on how to live proper Confucian lives as wives and mothers.
She and her surviving siblings — Branwell, Emily, and Anne – created their own literary fictional worlds, and began chronicling the lives and struggles of the inhabitants of these imaginary kingdoms.
" She successfully appealed for the lives of the rebels involved in the Evil May Day for the sake of their families.
Similarly, TV heroine Jessica Fletcher of Murder, She Wrote is confronted with bodies wherever she goes, but over the years corpses have also piled up in the streets of Cabot Cove, Maine, where she lives.
She received the prophecy that the twins were fighting in her womb and would continue to fight all their lives, even after they became two separate nations.
She currently lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts and attends School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
She uses examples, dating back to the text-based MUDs of the mid-1990s, showing college students who simultaneously live different lives through characters in separate MUDs, up to three at a time, all while doing schoolwork.
She lives with fellow author Russ Rymer.
Religious writer Kenneth Briggs has written that " Marge is my candidate for sainthood [...] She lives in the real world, she lives with crises, with flawed people.
She lives by herself in a caravan, dances alone to the music of Crime and the City Solution, and drifts through the city.
She then proceeded to interview Reiner and Scheinman about their lives in order to have material on which to draw.
She sinks the following day with the loss of 1517 lives.
She lives in Philadelphia where she became National Interest for the United States
She is best remembered as the kind woman who, in 1347, persuaded her husband to spare the lives of the Burghers of Calais, whom he had planned to execute as an example to the townspeople following his successful siege of that city.
She currently lives with her second husband, John Easterling, in Jupiter Inlet Colony, Florida.
She is celebrated for saving the lives of soldiers from all sides without distinction and in helping some 200 Allied soldiers escape from German-occupied Belgium during World War I, for which she was arrested.
She was quoted as saying, " I can ’ t stop while there are lives to be saved ".
She had only been informed of what was happening and was worried that she was making a fool of herself in overreacting, although her actions no doubt saved many lives.
She lives a medieval lifestyle in a place the Soldats consider as their holy site called " The Manor ", located somewhere on the border between France and Spain, where she raised and trained Chloe.
She was born in Badajoz and she lives in this city.
She is initially portrayed as innocent, but by the end of the play has begun to acquire a ruthless streak of her own, insisting that Henry imprison his three sons for the rest of their lives in the dungeon.
She insists that Hank lives with them when her job is over.

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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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