" She responded, " I wish I could.

She writes that the " eradicationists " have responded to these criticisms by reaching out to the African communities and strengthening their relationships with local anti-FGM activists.

She also came from stage acting and had a girlish / whimsical charm to which audiences responded.

She responded to the questions of citizens, foreigners, kings, and philosophers on issues of political impact, war, duty, crime, laws — even personal issues.

She responded that the committee was formed by members from many different political parties including conservative parties.

She was born in Gia-Dinh ( a former name for Saigon ), French Indochina ( now Vietnam ), after her parents responded to a campaign by the French government encouraging people to work in the colony.

She responded to his sweet-talk ( verbis mollibus ) by attempting the same ruse ; however, as Ovid points out in a characteristic moment of comedy and cruelty colliding, the two faces of Janus allow him to see what goes on behind, and Cranaë was unable to elude him.

She responded that she would prefer a more amicable settlement of the jurisdiction issue.

She told the record company, which responded " Don't tell him anything, but don't tell him no, because we don't say no to Joe Jackson.

She responded, " The part that I could be involved in is the gay and lesbian part.

She responded, protesting that she was at 5 feet, 4 inches ( 1. 63 m ) and, not at all overweight, although she appears heavier than her more petite costars.

She responded to the Italian invasion of Ethiopia by publishing The New Times and Ethiopia News from 1936, and became a supporter of Haile Selassie.

She responded by saying she knew that she was an influence, and that it was very kind of him to say so.

" She responded, " Clumsy?

She responded by calling him a " coward ".

She responded to these charges in a lengthy article, " Platonic Love and Colorado Law ".

" She was attracted to his intellect and personal charisma, and he responded to her emotional warmth and unorthodox attitudes.

She responded that it was a symbol used by the early Christians, and in that moment Dick's religious experiences began:

She responded that he was not a drain on their finances, but quite the contrary.

She did not directly answer as she had no clue what she was even talking about, so instead she responded that what was more important was that the legislation would ban large capacity " clips " ( sic ) of the type used in the Virginia Tech massacre and that the class of guns chosen prohibited by the law were those used by gangs and killers of police officers.

" She responded, " I'm going to grab something to eat " and Van sarcastically replied, " Okay, see you next year.

" She responded " I believe my constituents sent me to Parliament to speak up, not shut up.

In a 2010 interview with The Telegraph, La Plante complained, “ If my name were Usafi Iqbadal and I was 19, then they ’ d probably bring me in and talk .” “ But ... it ’ s their lack of respect that really grates on me .” She went on to say, " If you were to go to the BBC and say to them, ‘ Listen, Lynda La Plante ’ s written a new drama, or I have this little Muslim boy who's just written one ’, they ’ d say: ‘ Oh, we ’ d like to see his script .’” Ben Stephenson ( BBC Controller of Drama ) responded, " She has one piece at the moment, and one that we paid fully for the script development.

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.