She reflects on her unusual love life (" The Love Of My Life ").

She reflects cynically about chess and politics (" Nobody's Side ") before heading off to the Merano Mountain Inn for the peaceful meeting she has scheduled between Freddie and Anatoly.

She reflects on her life story as a Chinese American woman.

She explained that it " reflects over a decade's worth of musical and theatrical innovation.

She also wrote and was featured in Vowellet: An Essay by Sarah Vowell included on the DVD version of The Incredibles, where she reflects on the differences between being super hero Violet and being an author of history books on the subject of assassinated presidents, and what it means to her nephew Owen.

She earned a degree in history from L. A's City College, and the stack of books at her deskside reflects an intense interest in the American West and diverse Native American cultures.

She was confined to her room because of her illness by 1847, when her daughters were eleven and eight years old ; much of her poetry from this period reflects her concern for them.

She spends the day on a park bench, and reflects upon how cruel Markus was to her.

* La Belle: She reflects all human emotion, the soul of Saltimbanco.

She reflects on the unwavering love and devotion that Vanraj showed her throughout their whole relationship, and realises that Vanraj was her true soul mate.

She came to Hollywood in 1929 and a perusal of her lessons at the time reflects how serious she was in her attitude.

She led the Southern African Development Community mission to observe the controversial 2005 Zimbabwe parliamentary election, which congratulated " the people of Zimbabwe for holding a peaceful, credible and well-mannered election which reflects the will of the people ".

At a stifling, insipid evening party at one of her well-born friend ’ s houses, she learns that Romney is engaged to marry Lady Waldemar, and bitterly reflects that “ He loved not Marian, more than once he loved / Aurora .” She decides that to find inspiration, she must travel to Italy, her mother ’ s land, and in order to get the money sells some of her father ’ s old books, as well as her own unfinished manuscript.

She reflects those qualities that Chief Justice Rehnquist valued during his distinguished career .” President Mary C. McQueen of the National Center for State Courts said Durham was selected because of her “ innovative leadership style and her contributions to advancing judicial branch education not only in Utah, but nationally .” Justice Durham is noted for developing interactive education programs in content areas that previously did not have curriculum, such as domestic violence, child witness testimony, and scientific evidence.

She reflects upon her surprise at the willingness and enthusiasm of the Indians to learn about Christianity.

She suggests that this libertarianism reflects itself in a belief that crime reduction policies can be achieved without some form of ‘ social engineering ’.

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

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

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

She went on:

She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

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

She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.

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

She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;

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

She kept the dolls on the Lincoln bed.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.

She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.

She smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.

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 came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.

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

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 signed the letters quickly, stamped them, and placed them on the hall table for Raphael to mail in town.

She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

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 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 swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

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 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.