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She removes some or all of the host's clutch of eggs, and lays an egg which closely matches the host eggs.
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She removes the kitchen from the home leaving rooms to be arranged and extended in any form and freeing women from the provision of meals in the home.
She removes a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, takes a lighter from the stand, and lights the cigarette.
She removes his shirt, feels his chest and back, squeezes his rear and blows him kisses.
She encourages him to " open " himself and let the world in, which removes the tattoo and eventually leads Tim to decide that his magic belongs to the world and not him.
She is controlled by the magician Westervelt, and is eventually revealed to be Priscilla herself when Hollingsworth removes the veil.
She finds a sweater that she likes and removes it from the closet.
She then removes from the box a. 22 pistol and drops it into the flames of the heater, along with a familiar-looking hat and coat.
She removes the band but does not destroy it, because that might not accomplish the goal of releasing the kings.
She removes Misaki from the Core, swearing her to secrecy about the enemy mechas.
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She kills Dragwena, and, with Larpskendya's help ( Larpskendya is a Wizard ), she removes the spells making it snow.
She never removes the invitation for him again, not even following his attempted rape.
She begins the video wearing a black wig which she subsequently removes, revealing her short bleached hair.
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She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.
She tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.
She experienced none of the suspense of some poor stranger selling encyclopedias.
She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.
She walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.
She made him sad some days, and he was never sure why ; ;
She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.
She patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).
She had been moving in cafe society as Lady Diana Harrington, a name that made some of the gossip columns.
She seemed so anxious to go on the stage that some of her friends in the cocktail circuit set up a practical joke.
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 told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.
She discussed in her letters to Winslow some of the questions that came to her as she studied alone.
She might have been talking to some of her friends about her husband if they've been having any trouble ''.
She had caught him off guard, no preparation, nothing certain but that ahead lay some kind of disaster.
She put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.
She said, `` Well, those are the really interesting things, but if you don't like any of those I can turn over some of my extra typing jobs to you, if you think you can type well enough ''.
She looked as if she were accusing me of some fraud.
She had some amusing scandal about the Farneses in the old days.
She felt as if some dark, totally unfamiliar shape would clutch at her arm ; ;
She was wearing some sort of gray blazer.
She lived alone in the older part of the city, in one of those renovated houses whose brick facade some early settler had constructed.
She seemed to work to grow close to her son in the few days he spent at home, talking to him about some of the more pleasant moments of his childhood and then trying to talk to him about those things in which he alone was interested.
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She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.
She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;
She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.
She can remove all knick-knacks within reach.
She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.
She was personally sloppy, and when she had colds would blow her nose in the same handkerchief all day and keep it, soaking wet, dangling from her waist, and when she gardened she would eat dinner with dirt on her calves.
She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.
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 had done all the things she had promised herself she would do, but she had not thought of this.
She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.
She was too young, that was all ; ;
She hopes that all will support the contestants from our own community by attending our Pageants and the State Pageant June 17 ; ;
She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.
She found she could cope with all kinds of problems for which she was once considered too helpless.
She is well-educated and refined, all wildcat and fur, and Union from the muzzle to the crupper ''.
She drew on all her resources of mind and heart to help them -- to make them at home in the world ; ;
She was closely associated with the Founders in all their trials and hardships.
She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.
She had it all planned out, how she'd do.
She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.
She was all he had, everything he had, everything he wanted.
She tried to think of his unpredictable actions in the eleven years she had known him and discovered they weren't so many after all.
She glanced at the man nodding beside her, a man with weather cracks furrowed into his lean cheeks, with powdery pale eyes reflecting all the droughts he had seen, reflecting the sky and the drought which must follow now in August -- yes, with eyes predicting the drought and here it was only June, only festival time again and thoughts of Gratt Shafer would not leave her.
She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.
She smiled all the way to her wise, sad eyes, and drained her own.
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