She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.

She sailed with Slocum, and, over the next thirteen years, bore him seven children, all at sea or foreign ports.

She therefore sailed with empty main turrets, albeit retaining her ten secondary battery.

She also travelled to New Zealand to interview former Prime Minister David Lange and Greenpeace campaigners who sailed on the Rainbow Warrior.

She knew she had no home to go to, so she got into the boat ; it sailed her across the Firth of Forth to land at Culross where she was cared for by Saint Serf ; he became foster-father of her son, Saint Kentigern ( Saint Mungo ).

She knew she had no home to go to, so she got into the boat ; it sailed her across the Firth of Forth to land at Culross where she was cared for by Saint Serf ; he became foster-father of her son, Saint Kentigern or Mungo ( d. 612 ).

She sank while being sailed back to Spain.

She sailed for NATO exercises and participated in a good will tour of ports in Germany, Belgium, Denmark, England, and France before joining the 6th Fleet for exercises in the Mediterranean.

She met Hawke the next day and he sailed hard for Quiberon into a SSE gale.

She ducked and the lump of mud sailed far across the plain to land on top of the Kyrenia mountain range, where it is to this day, still showing the impression of the thwarted villager ’ s five fingers.

She remained loyal, but their relations gradually broke down, even after she sailed to South Africa, joining Hammond on tour in 1939 in an attempt to save the marriage.

She still had mechanical problems, especially with her main armament, and had sailed with shipyard workers still aboard working on her.

She was to be laden with stone and sailed to the vicinity of Cape Hatteras and sunk as an obstruction to block one of the channels or inlets leading to the North Carolina sounds.

She came to world media attention when she sailed out to welcome the retired ocean liner, RMS Queen Elizabeth 2 to Dubai in November 2008.

She returned to Upper Canada in the spring of 1795, but the following year her husband was granted leave of absence, and on September 10 they sailed from Quebec, never to return to the Canadas.

She sailed to New York from Lisbon, Portugal, and initially lived by selling off her jewelry collection.

She was to have sailed from Trieste ( accompanied by a tender of forty-five tons ) under Imperial colours, and was equally fitted out for trade or discovery: men of eminence in every department of science were engaged on board ; all the maritime Courts of Europe were written to, in order to secure a good reception for these vessels, at their respective ports, and favourable answers were returned ; yet, after all, this expedition, so exceedingly promising in every point of view, was overcome by a set of interested men, then in power in Vienna.

She sailed to Constantinople to meet Russian ambassador Count Pavel Strogonov and seek his protection.

She sailed to Australia in 1895 but defects were discovered and she was hulked there.

She set up the Distress Fund for South African Women and Children and sailed for the Cape Colony on 7 December 1900 to supervise its distribution.

She enlisted as valet and assistant to the expedition's naturalist, Philibert Commerçon ( anglicized as Commerson ), shortly before Bougainville's ships sailed from France.

She left Liverpool ( where she was chartered to the Isle of Man Steam Packet to provide additional capacity for the 2006 TT races period ) for Oporto, Portugal ( unlike Rapide which sailed to Algeciras ) on 20 June 2006, two days after her sister left Tilbury.

She sailed for her maiden voyage, a training voyage for permanent and volunteer crew, on 13 February 2000.

She studied art in Paris, became an actress, and ran off with a married man with whom she sailed in a small boat to Greece.

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.