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She quickly moved into cafe society, possibly easing her conscience by talking constantly of her desire to be in show business.
She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.
She pioneered a controversial technique for eliciting intimate details from young children and inspired passage of a law allowing them to testify by closed-circuit television, out of the possibly intimidating presence of their suspected molesters.
She was in pain, possibly from ovarian cysts or uterine cancer.
She is wearing a multi-strand choker and a rope of pearls, possibly with matching bracelet and earrings
She was possibly a member of the ducal household, but did not marry Robert.
She adopted her mother's name, possibly as part of a religious conversion, or to honor another relative.
She also employed other mystical ascetic works such as the Tractatus de oratione et meditatione of Saint Peter of Alcantara, and perhaps many of those upon which Saint Ignatius of Loyola based his Spiritual Exercises and possibly the Spiritual Exercises themselves.
She possibly wears the necklace of six hundred pearls the Earl bequeathed to her in his will.
Nienna – ( possiblyThe Weeper ’ or ‘ The Mourner ’) She is the sister of the Fëanturi.
She was an artist in her own right, and according to Carel van Mander, possibly the first teacher of the two sons.
She was an artist in her own right, and according to Carel van Mander, possibly the first teacher of the two sons.
She began publishing fiction in Danish periodicals in 1905 under the pseudonym Osceola, the name of the Seminole leader, possibly inspired by her father's connection with Native Americans.
She died in Brighton, possibly from cancer,
She obliged, and he raped her at knifepoint ( many journalists mistakenly state she was raped at gunpoint, possibly due to the song's title ).
She arrived on a stage coach whose wheel has broken ( possibly by Burdette's men ), which delays its departure.
She was the most brilliant of Typhon's children, and would slay anyone who could not answer her riddles ( possibly by strangling them ).
She roamed the ancient kingdom of Lycia, particularly around Mount Chimaera ( possibly near Yanartaş ), bringing bad omens and destruction in her wake, until she was slain by Bellerophon and Pegasus at the behest of Iobates.
She was the wife of Aristaeus and mother of Actaeon and possibly Macris.
She was a nun at, and possibly abbess of, the Nunnaminster in Winchester where she was buried.
She also uncovered evidence that Phineas Parkhurst Quimby, from whom critics have long-claimed Eddy stole all her ideas, could not possibly have been the " author " of the so-called " Quimby Manuscripts " as Horatio Dresser, the son of two of Quimby's students, claimed.
She studied at the Harrow School of Art-University of Westminster, taking fashion and silversmithing, but she left after one term saying, " I didn't know how a working-class girl like me could possibly make a living in the art world ".
She visited Sandwich, possibly trying to reconcile the parties.
She herself never wrote any of the letters ; instead, she dictated them so as to avoid embarrassing, and possibly incriminating, documentation.
She encounters a doll ( which may or may not be " Miss Edith ") and is called by a third party, possibly her parents.

She and had
She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She had helped him change his mind.
She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
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 seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.
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 had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.
She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.
She had to escape.
She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.
She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.
She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.
She had arrived this morning and come straight to the English Gardens.
She had retreated to this world.
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 had hated the whole idea before they started.
She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.
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 might have been someone he had once loved.
She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.
She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.

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