She seems to have passed her son off on his grandmother Livia for a number of years.

She has an " evil " identical twin named Ursula who shares Phoebe ’ s quirkiness but unlike Phoebe seems to be cruel and uncaring.

She barely seems to notice this display and continues her conversation.

She seems content to be a perpetual student, however, until she meets Nick, seeing in him a real person under the false persona.

She accepts, but seems to love him very largely for his professed name of Ernest.

She sees the best in people, and to begin with always seems ignorant of other people's malignant intentions.

She seems to lack self-confidence and is a bit passive aggressive.

She seems to have lived the rest of her life in a nunnery.

She seems to have disliked Catherine Parr, and reportedly reacted to the news of Henry's sixth marriage with the unkind joke " Madam Parr is taking a great burden on herself.

She seems to have inherited this indomitability from her mother, who fought to establish her husband's claim to the Kingdom of Naples, and her paternal grandmother Yolande of Aragon, who actually governed Anjou " with a man's hand ", putting the province in order and keeping out the English.

She seems to have pre-deceased her husband, after bearing him a son, David ap Gwion, and therefore there can be no truth in the story that she married into the Corbet family of Caus Castle ( near Westbury, Shropshire ) and later, Moreton Corbet Castle.

( She seems to have been especially endearing to Xavier Privas, hailed in 1899 as the " prince of songwriters ": several of his songs Is Dead ", " Pierrette's Christmas " are devoted to her fortunes.

She is the ( future ) daughter of another character and seems to be able to appear anywhere in time and space.

She asks for love so nakedly and earnestly, it seems downright vicious not to respond .”

She argues that a stage direction in A Shrew seems to indicate a part to be played by the minor actor Simon Jewell, who died in August 1592.

She instantly dislikes him, but he decides he is going to woo her, simply because it seems impossible he would be able to do so.

She seems to be unaware of the other humans she meets, or she simply chooses to ignore them.

In act 4, scene 14, “ an un-Romaned Antony ” laments, “ O, thy vile lady !/ She has robb'd me of my sword ,” ( 22-23 )— critic Arthur L. Little Jr. writes that here “ he seems to echo closely the victim of raptus, of bride theft, who has lost the sword she wishes to turn against herself.

Whether or not I love him, I do not know, but it seems to me that I do .” She married Gumilev in Kiev in April 1910 ; however, none of Akhmatova ’ s family attended the wedding.

She compares Wulfstan's mention of a " chooser of the slain " in his Sermo Lupi ad Anglos sermon, which appears among " a blacklist of sinners, witches, and evildoers ", to " all the other classes whom he mentions ", and concludes as those " are human ones, it seems unlikely that he has introduced mythological figures as well.

She also notices that her teenage niece, Di, is unhappy, and also seems to be trying to use marriage as a way to escape her circumstance.

She originally seems unimpressed by Jim, saying in a sarcastic tone, " I bet you're a real yo-yo.

She guesses he is from the asylum, but as he seems harmless, she arranges for him to join her traveling theatrical group.

She looks similar to Coraline's real mother but taller and thinner, with long black hair that seems to move by itself, black button eyes, paper-white skin, and extremely long, twitchy fingers with long dark red nails.

She is less distanced from the family than Desire, though, and seems to have some feeling at least for Delirium, and also seems to miss Destruction so much that she is able to manipulate Dream into feeling guilty over Destruction's abadoning of his duty.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She must be cautious so as not to alert the scheming forest.

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 had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She wouldn't be taking a cold shower.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She said without turning her head, `` After that rain beating in atop the dust, there isn't a thing that won't be streaked ''.

She was exposing herself to temptation which it is best to avoid where it can consistently be done.

She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.

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 has studied and observed and she is convinced that her young man is going to be endlessly enchanting.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She was so beautiful with her rosy mouth and haughty air that she had to be wicked.

She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.

She added a postscript begging me to be careful about drinking.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

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 and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.

She did this now, comfortably aware of the mist running down the windows, of the silence outside, of the dark afternoon it was getting to be.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She arrived late and as she entered the party, noted that gentlemen seemed to be in the majority ; ;

She always let it be known that there was wine in the pot roast or that the chicken had been marinated in brandy, and that Koussevitzky's second cousin was an intimate of theirs.

She was hired and was found to be entirely satisfactory when she played the role eight hours a day.