She rises, takes down her father ’ s knife, kisses the blade, and reads the inscription.

She is resuscitated by Xander and rises to defeat the vampire.

She rises to the top of British society and becomes the scourge of the social circle, offending the other ladies such as Lady Bareacres ( Billie Burke ).

She holds the ritual paraphernalia in her arms while the vision serpent rises from a bowl of blood stained paper.

The review described the narrative as " very stirring " and " exciting " and of " remarkable imaginative power ", adding: " The ingenuity of the story ... is as subtle as ever romancer invented, and from the day when Leo and Holly land on the coast of Africa, to the day when the pillar of fire is revealed to them by the all but immortal ' She who must be obeyed ', the interest of the tale rises higher and higher with every new turn in its course ".

She poses as a famous foreign ballerina and rises to fame ( and finds love ) through joining the Ziegfeld Follies.

She rises before the troops the next morning, and to their delight, leads them in a second attack.

She is followed by Helios, who rises up from the ocean with his quadriga and enters the battle armed with a torch.

She rises early in the morning and often receives visitors, and actively oversees the many projects that Tzu Chi operated throughout Taiwan.

She is a mermaid who stands on seaweed as she rises from the water, with four fish spouting water at her feet and surrounded by four sea lions.

She agrees to let him stay and grasps his hands and looks at him, He rises, stiffens, and falls dead.

She rises and becomes a relentless destroyer, killing most of her vampire progeny worldwide while simultaneously kidnapping Lestat, who becomes her lover and cohort.

She is dressed in a white robe and told that she will be sacrificed when the moon rises over the southern obelisk.

She brings forth, through her longing for that higher being, an Aeon who is higher and purer than herself, and at once rises into the celestial worlds.

She climbs down there to retrieve it, and then the water rises and she begins to drown.

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

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

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She yanked away from him furiously.

She sat quietly, staring at me from the wide eyes.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.

She came from Ohio, from what she called a `` small farm '' of two hundred acres, as indeed it was to farmer-type farmers.

She was born Lilian Steichen, her parents immigrants from Luxemburg.

She was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.

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 didn't turn away from the window.

She was from Prague.

She was ready to kill the beef, dress it out, and with vegetables from her garden was going to can soup, broth, hash, and stew against the winter.

She said, `` I notice the girl from across the street hasn't bothered to phone or visit ''.

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

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 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 usually wore weeds, and a stranger watching her board a train might have guessed that Mr. Pastern was dead, but Mr. Pastern was far from dead.

She turned and walked stiffly into the parlor to the dainty-legged escritoire, warped and cracked now from fifty years in an atmosphere of sea spray.

She looked at the girl speculatively from eyes which had paled with the years ; ;

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 invited them to a funeral feast so she could mourn over her husband's grave, where her servants waited on them.

She belongs to everyone and to no one: her grave is in the heart of the Georgian.

She was buried in Westminster Abbey, in an unmarked grave to the right of the High Altar, next to the door to the Confessor's Chapel.

She died of smallpox in 1562 and her grave was damaged by a storm in the early 19th century.

" She then returns to her grave, beside Mrs. Gibbs, watching impassively as George kneels weeping at her graveside.

She plants the twig over her mother's grave, waters it with her tears and over the years, it grows into a glowing hazel tree.

She attended his funeral on December 21, 1916, and her family planned to build a church over the site of Rasputin's grave.

She realises that she cannot go through with killing Ged and instructs Manan to dig a false grave underground, while she takes Ged to hide in the treasury of the tombs where only she is allowed to go.

She heads underground to the labyrinth to think, and is horrified to find Kossil uncovering the fake grave, and desecrating the tombs by using a light.

She was to be killed at the foot of Achilles ' grave.

She represents the devouring mother, in whom both the womb and the grave exist.

She died and, from her grave grew three trees — a coconut from her head, a pandanus from her heels and an almond from her navel.

She was buried in an unmarked grave at Coles Hill Burial Ground in Plymouth as were many others who died the first winter.

She added, " the soil was only 40cm ( 16in ) deep, making it too shallow for a grave ".

She occasionally goes there to inquire after him, but one day she is told that he has died and that he has been buried in an unmarked grave.

She was interred in a modest grave at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx.

She considered that his grave plot was too modest and threatened to exhume his body.

She was buried in the same grave as her son Charles in the south aisle of Henry VII's chapel in the Abbey.

She wrote instructions for her funeral during an illness in 1841 at Sudbury Hall: " I die in all humility ", she wrote, " we are alike before the throne of God, and I request therefore that my mortal remains be conveyed to the grave without pomp or state … to have as private and quiet a funeral as possible.

She ' ol ( or ; Hebrew Šʾôl ), translated as " grave ", " pit ", or " abode of the dead ", is the Old Testament / Hebrew Bible's underworld, a place of darkness to which all the dead go, both the righteous and the unrighteous, regardless of the moral choices made in life, a place of stillness and darkness cut off from God.

She died on 24 December 1864 and was buried in an unmarked grave in the Hebron Road cemetery in Bristol.

She is given the choice of becoming an assassin, or of actually occupying " row 8, plot 30 ", referring to her fake grave.

She reportedly suffered serious internal bleeding, her liver was seriously damaged, and her medical situation remained grave, although at first she appeared to have improved following surgery.

She was interred in an Ehrengrab ( memorial grave ) at the Zentralfriedhof, Wien-Simmering.