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She preached in the kingdom of Iberia ( also known as Kartli ) in the first half of the 4th century, and her intercession eventually led to the conversion of King Mirian III, his wife Queen ( later Saint ) Nana and their family.

She then preached at Charlbury, where Quaker meetings were held in the homes of two converts, William Cole and Alexander Harris.

She converted to Islam, a religion Terry has preached is composed of " murderers " and " terrorists.

" She prevailed on us to attend the meetings Methodist revival being preached by George Lane, and almost the whole family became interested in the matter and seekers after truth.

She belonged to a community of virgins along with martyr Hripsime, numbering 37 and under the leadership of St. Gayane, who preached Christianity in the Armenian Kingdom.

She was sharply critical of the Protectorate government of Oliver Cromwell, she preached equality of the sexes, and officially, she was considered mad.

She met Saint Francis de Sales when he preached at the Sainte Chapelle in Dijon.

She is mentioned in the old Pali texts and Buddhist traditions, particularly in conjunction with the Buddha staying at her mango grove, Ambapali vana which she later donated to his order, and wherein he preached the famous Ambapalika Sutta.

She previously preached at Killearnan Church, near Muir of Ord in Ross-Shire.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.

She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She wished that she could talk to her mother about it.

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

She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.

She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;

She read everything else she could get her hands on, including an article ( she thinks it was in the Atlantic Monthly ) by Mark Twain on `` White Slavery ''.

She could not face coffee or tea without milk, and was always craving types of food that were not available aboard a sailing ship.

She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She could act and she could write.

She was not a girl, he could see.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

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

She could see that Mr. Gorboduc was intrigued ; ;

She found she could cope with all kinds of problems for which she was once considered too helpless.

She thought she had great possibilities in the ballet and wanted to show the eminent producer how well she could dance.

She could do no wrong at the tables that time.

She didn't like her stepmother, but nothing is known to have occurred shortly before the crime that could have caused such a murderous rage.

) She snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

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 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 be cautious so as not to alert the scheming forest.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

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 began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She wouldn't be taking a cold shower.

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

She said without turning her head, `` After that rain beating in atop the dust, there isn't a thing that won't be streaked ''.

She was exposing herself to temptation which it is best to avoid where it can consistently be done.

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 has studied and observed and she is convinced that her young man is going to be endlessly enchanting.

She was so beautiful with her rosy mouth and haughty air that she had to be wicked.

She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.

She added a postscript begging me to be careful about drinking.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

She was told by the manservant who opened the door that his lordship was engaged on work from which he had left strict orders he was not to be disturbed.

She and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

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 did this now, comfortably aware of the mist running down the windows, of the silence outside, of the dark afternoon it was getting to be.

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 arrived late and as she entered the party, noted that gentlemen seemed to be in the majority ; ;

She always let it be known that there was wine in the pot roast or that the chicken had been marinated in brandy, and that Koussevitzky's second cousin was an intimate of theirs.

She was hired and was found to be entirely satisfactory when she played the role eight hours a day.