She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

`` I '' -- She broke off, frowning.

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She realized I'd have to notify the police, but fervently hoped I could avoid mentioning her name.

She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.

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 entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She asked if I had other advice and, heady with success, I rushed it in, I hope not too late.

She said, `` I notice the girl from across the street hasn't bothered to phone or visit ''.

She got so drunk I had to take her home.

She was still laughing when I grabbed her and started rolling her on the bed.

She gave the nastiest laugh I ever heard.

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 it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.

She said to the saleslady, `` I want a dress to put on around the house ''.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.

She says later, but still within the opening five minutes, `` I keep thinking of a divorce but that's another emotional death ''.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She was just not able to break the spell.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She has the small, highly developed body of a prime athlete, and holds in contempt the `` girls who just move sex ''.

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

She just wouldn't listen.

She was just another freighter from the States, and she seemed as commonplace as her name.

She whirled and faced him, roaring terribly, and Ulyate, watching through the leaves, could not understand why she did not charge and obliterate him, because he wouldn't have much of a chance of getting away, in that thick growth, but she seemed just a trace uncertain ; ;

She was just waking up when we found her at the garage ''.

She said, when she learned Jackie was heading home: `` I'm just speculating, but I have to think Jack feels he's hurting Boston's chances ''.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

She started to move away, just as a woman came out of the cottage, a big-boned, drab-haired figure with a clean apron tied over her limp print dress.

She had been in Japan just one week.

She could not count the times Herman had rapped on the door, just a couple of bangs that shook the whole damned closet and might, someday, break away the pipe connections from the wall.

She was at the moment just a small, walking package, being delivered to her aunt's and uncle's house.

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

She would see them, looking just as they had in the books, and this would make up a part of her delight.

She was a virgin huntress, just like Artemis and proud of her maidenhood.

She supported the efforts of the National Trust to preserve not just the places of extraordinary beauty, but those heads of valley and low grazing lands that would be irreparably ruined by development.

She said their cause was just, and the deities were on their side ; the one legion that had dared to face them had been destroyed.

She remembers that her father was such a fan of Bessie Smith, " he once rode 50 miles on horseback just to see her perform live.

She made a public statement after her release, saying: " I would just like to thank the court for allowing me these 90 days ... helped me deal with a very gnarly drug problem, which is behind me ...

" She attended the Misses Lyman School and was just an average student, though she did well in French and Natural History.

She married Henry VIII, who had only just acceded to the throne, in a private ceremony at Greenwich Church.