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 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 about sixty, though I recalled that the chart gave her age as forty-four.

She looked good, with her short tousled hair and no make-up.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

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 thrust forward through the shadows and the trees that resisted her and tried to fling her back.

She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She drank and pushed back her gingham bonnet to wet a kerchief and wipe her face.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She was nude to the waist and her tumbled abundance of black hair did not conceal the knife slashes on her back.

She came back the other day to reassure me.

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 had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.

She walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.

She went into the living room and turned on three lamps, then back into the kitchen where she turned on the ceiling light and the switch that lit the floods on the barn, illuminating the driveway.

She said it was after she returned from her vomiting spell in the back yard that Mrs. Borden told her to wash the windows.

She went in to get the hamburgers, and I switched on the device again and kept the signal from Dowling's car coming in steady and clear until I saw her starting back with the hamburgers.

She measured the distance from where they stood to the men and the gun, measured the distance from the men to the back room.

She tore open the back door.

She could easily understand why the two men had been startled to find a strange girl in the back seat of their car ( she had figured that out ), but she couldn't understand their subsequent actions.

She wouldn't go back to New York as Maude suggested ; ;

She thrust the envelope back in the bag ; ;