She replied.

She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.

She never replied and the courtship was over.

She replied, " Let him kill me, provided he becomes emperor ," according to Tacitus.

She exclaimed, " You said you would love me forever !," and he replied, " Well, forever changes.

She replied: " It's like the Monty Python sketch, ' Nobody expected the Spanish Inquisition!

:: She replied " that it midden be known,

" She replied, " I think that I am very grateful indeed to the right hon.

She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, " If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother.

" She replied, " I am a Canadian!

" She replied, " No ...

When someone commented that Stein didn't look like her portrait, Picasso replied, " She will ".

She commented that she had a " nerve " playing a woman in her sixties, to which Laughton replied, " Never not dare to hang yourself.

She also provided her mother-in-law, Isabel, with information on the progress of Edward's campaign to regain the throne: it was she, for example, who replied to Isabel's questions over alleged disrespectful treatment of the Earl of Warwick, by explaining that Edward had " heard that nobody in the city believed that Warwick and his brother were dead, so he had their bodies brought to St Paul's where they were laid out and uncovered from the chest upwards in the sight of everybody.

" She replied " Humphrey " and they soon began dating.

She replied:

She replied, " Well, let's go down and start all over again ," and she began to take the elevator down.

She asked her father whom he disliked more than anyone else in the world, and he replied Charlie Merrill, founder of Wall Street competitor Merrill Lynch.

" She replied:

" She replied,

She replied instantly that ' 500 of them were militants '.

" She replied that she was mourning the family tree, which was destroyed, and is traced to King David by way of Rabbi Yohanan, the sandal-maker and master in the Talmud.

She replied that she was currently occupied but would get to it in a minute.

" She replied, " Yes, I wrote information down a piece of paper and Rosenberg took it with him.

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.

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 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 was standing with her back to the glass door.

She raised a protesting hand with a startled air.

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 cackled with mirth, showing the stumps of betel-stained teeth.

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 would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

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 said with intense feeling: `` Come near, let me feel your arms.

She daubed at her swimming eyes with a lacy handkerchief and said with obvious emotion: `` That poor boy!!

She, too, is concerned with `` the becoming, the process of realization '', but she does not think in terms of subtle variations of spatial or temporal patterns.

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

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 Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.

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 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 had, with her own work-weary hands, put seeds in the ground, watched them sprout, bud, blossom, and get ready to bear.