" She sleeps with the boss.

She sleeps with Septimus, and the repeatedly cuckolded Mr. Chater challenges him to a duel.

She goes to her room and sleeps on a chair.

She leaves the otherworldly island of Tir Tairngire (" the land of promise ") to be with her mortal lover, Ciabhán, but drowns as she sleeps in Glandore harbour in County Cork: the tide there is known as Tonn Chlíodhna, " Clíodhna's Wave ".

:" She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps

Although on her return to Vienna in August 1862, a lady-in-waiting reported that “ she eats properly, sleeps well, and does not tight-lace anymore ”, her clothing from this time until her death still measured only 18 1 / 2 – 19 1 / 2 inches around the waist, which prompted the Prince of Hesse to describe her as “ almost inhumanly slender .” She developed a horror of fat women and transmitted this attitude to her youngest daughter, who was terrified when, as a little girl, she first met Queen Victoria.

She tricks him into believing that she is Queen Guinevere, and he sleeps with her, and the ensuing pregnancy results in the birth of Galahad.

She is an ex-junkie who never sleeps and barely eats, and enjoys making trouble for the staff.

She sleeps constantly when not in battle, believing that it contributes to her beauty.

She is known for being easily embarrassed and enjoying tight cosy spots to relax in ( which is why she sleeps in the closet ).

She sleeps with Raj, but unknown to both, Tara's hunchback brother, Prince Vikram aka Viki, hides and watches the two of them engage in sexual intercourse.

She occasionally receives prophetic dreams in the few hours that she sleeps.

She reports uneasiness when Clara sleeps with Esteban, and also fierce dedication to her sister-in-law.

To the Countess of Lerchenfeld, she wrote, " I love him only out of duty ...." Ferdinand, too, was not taken with her, declaring, after their first night together, " She sleeps like the dead and sweats like a pig.

She awakes to find Kathy staring at her and is asked if she " always makes that noise " while she sleeps.

She feels good as well has problem after that she visits a spiritual advisor and record her confession but when she sleeps after reach the home her hubby listened that audio too.

She has the talent of night vision so she sleeps during the day.

She even has a Kokoro keyring and a collection of Kokoro dolls, one of which she sleeps with.

She sleeps for long periods aboard the Lexx, and is an occasional Lexx crew member when she wakes up to release her human form to feed.

She sleeps with it under her pillow to keep it close.

She sleeps with everyone to get jobs, until she makes it to the Toby Temple Show.

She sleeps with the corpse of Homer.

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.