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 just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.

She made him sad some days, and he was never sure why ; ;

She had talked to him right there, with the hot sun in his face, which made him sweat and feel ashamed.

She made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.

She had been moving in cafe society as Lady Diana Harrington, a name that made some of the gossip columns.

She teamed up with another beauty, whose name has been lost to history, and commenced with some fiddling that would have made Nero envious.

She spoke also with deep thankfulness of the many individuals and agencies whose interest and efforts through the years had made the work so fruitful in results.

She had reason to change the one she made right after Mr. Meeker's death.

She made a face at him and then she laughed.

She was thinking of Paul a few weeks ago, in the Easter holidays, with her at one of those awful Friday Evening Dancing Class parties her mother had made her attend.

She made better pictures than any book he'd read, but he didn't say so.

She made me welcome.

She felt, and said, that sympathy only made people feel sorry for themselves ; ;

The Irish were gay but made trouble in the house ; the English were of all kinds " She proposes this, after the fact, knowing the chosen Charlotte lasts decades.

She also has a habit of constantly changing her hairstyle, and in every appearance by her much is made of the clothes and hats she wears.

She has been made the heroine of a tragedy by François Ponsard, Agnès de Méranie, and of an opera by Vincenzo Bellini, La straniera.

She became a national figure in 1991 when she alleged that U. S. Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas had made harassing sexual statements when he was her supervisor at the U. S. Department of Education and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.

She testified that after leaving the EEOC, she had had two " inconsequential " phone conversations with Thomas, and had seen him personally on two occasions ; once to get a job reference and the second time when he made a public appearance in Oklahoma where she was teaching.

She made sure that Abd ar-Rahman's education was conducted with some rigorousness.

She was beloved by two gods, Hermes and Apollo, and boasted that she was prettier than Artemis because she made two gods fall in love with her at once.

She made substantial contributions to the PBS documentary series Cosmos and was the third wife of the late Carl Sagan.

She finds favor in the king's eyes, and is made his new queen.

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

She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.

She used to tell me, `` When I stand there and look at the flag blowing this way and that way, I have the wonderful, safe feeling that Americans are protected no matter which way the wind blows ''.

She had no children ; ;

She was a living doll and no mistake -- the blue-black bang, the wide cheekbones, olive-flushed, that betrayed the Cherokee strain in her Midwestern lineage, and the mouth whose only fault, in the novelist's carping phrase, was that the lower lip was a trifle too voluptuous.

She could do no wrong at the tables that time.

She had no way of knowing in advance whether an opportunity for murder existed.

She was apparently the pioneer in her family because she had no close relatives in this country at that time.

She noted that no student had been withdrawn through loss of confidence ; ;

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She was no schoolgirl, refusing to bear tales.

She had caught him off guard, no preparation, nothing certain but that ahead lay some kind of disaster.

She had always been able to ignore the moral question because there had been no choice.

She set out to make sure that no Jewish child anyplace in the world had to live in a place such as this ''.

She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.

She no longer wanted anything about him to remind her of the circumstances of their meeting that first night in Parioli.

She felt the lash bite and heard her father say in crazed monosyllables words which had no meaning, like, `` unnnt!!

She wore a bathing suit like his mother's, no straps on the shouders.

She said sharks have no bones and shrimp swam backward.

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

She meant him well, but was in no condition for articulate speech.

She appeared to have no children with her husband and her sepulchral inscription has been found in Italy.

She bound Andrew as a boy as an apprentice tailor ; Johnson had no formal education but taught himself how to read and write, with some help from his masters, as was their obligation under his apprenticeship.

She was never considered legitimate and, when the king was dying, no one took her as a serious contender for the crown.