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 from Calais in January 1522.

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 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.