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She and looked
She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.
She looked around.
She looked at him, lips compressed.
She looked more like twenty-five or six.
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She looked down at her hands, too.
She looked up and saw that, without knowing it, Mrs. Coolidge was holding it aloft.
She looked at him in surprise.
She looked back toward the schoolroom.
She looked at the girl speculatively from eyes which had paled with the years ; ;
She felt the look and looked back because she could not help it, seeing that he was neither as old nor as thick as she had at first believed.
She looked mighty interested, though.
She looked at him impudently over the corner of the paper.
She it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.
She looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.
She must have looked temptingly pretty to the dean as he put the crown on her head.
She looked at me provocatively.
She looked around, self-consciously.
She certainly looked Japanese, and perhaps she could not really blame the young men.
She looked crestfallen, as if he had somehow disappointed the whole human race.
She looked well-fed and prosperous, but he didn't get the impression he was being propositioned the way he'd been hoping.
She looked out at the corn field, the great green deep acres of it rolled out like the sea in the field beyond the whitewashed fence bordering the grounds.
She looked as if she were accusing me of some fraud.
She looked good, with her short tousled hair and no make-up.

She and about
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.
She must not think about time.
She wished that she could talk to her mother about it.
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 wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!
She was occupying herself in an attempt to write an article about the variety of houses that they had rented abroad.
She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.
She never said a word about the fifty dollars.
She added a postscript begging me to be careful about drinking.
She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.
She had had a dignity about her, even barefoot and almost too tan.
She goes on about her work and listens for the completion of the grinding.
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 wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.
`` She don't know nothing about them cars.
She stammered, `` You heard what he said about police??
She might have been talking to some of her friends about her husband if they've been having any trouble ''.
She no longer wanted anything about him to remind her of the circumstances of their meeting that first night in Parioli.
She had some amusing scandal about the Farneses in the old days.
She had heard about it the night before at her hotel.
She cast about as though looking for a policeman: this really shouldn't be allowed!!

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