) She snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She didn't move or say anything.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

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

`` She doesn't want you now.

She breathed.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She too began to weep.

She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.

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

She had helped him change his mind.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She studied it for a long time.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She was quick.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

`` Keep out of this '', Purvis snarled.

Another snarled close overhead.

Again she snarled, and again he edged.

But, as he snarled unhappily when the inning was over, `` not a sonofabitch in the place would tell me '', so little Tommy ran all the way home.

And, shoving her against a spruce, her back to him, he retreated with the whip and made it whine and crack in the damp air, shortening its arc until it narrowed to her flesh and the sound of it snarled and cracked, settling its own cruel demons on her shoulders while she stood as unchanged, as dark and motionless as ever, her eyes open and staring at the pale delineaments of the bark so close to her face.

The collapse and closure of the tunnel greatly snarled traffic in the city.

Another interpretation of this scene is that Valjean was not aware that he had moved his foot over the coin, and snarled at Petit Gervais for annoying him.

A third story says that when she was given to Odysseus as a slave, she snarled and cursed at him, so the gods turned her into a dog, allowing her to escape.

Some challenges currently facing the city of Crystal Lake include a large and sudden increase in immigration, and an inconvenient road system leading to frequently snarled traffic.

He and the band stayed at a hotel up the street from the Bowl to make sure they wouldn't miss the performance due to snarled traffic pouring in as showtime neared.

( Naturally, new roads simply led to new development and were soon as snarled as those they were intended to relieve.

The ensuing traffic jam wreaked havoc on Interstate 20 and snarled Atlanta's west side during the morning rush hour.

I walked right up to him, face to face, and snarled, ' This isn't such a fucking easy game ' and the TV cameras had me in close-up, with everyone lip-reading my words.

In the following days, bodies washed up on Biak's shores, or were snarled in fishing nets.

On November 11, 1987, a snowstorm snarled traffic ; many commuters ran out of gas and spent the night in their vehicles on the bridge.

You can get killed dead, literally dead ... these are real threats ," he snarled.

Lew snarled, ' Never mind that stuff, come on and fight.

Finkelstein's first ad radiated disappointment and sowed seeds of disbelief: " Desperate candidates do desperate things ... Mario Cuomo could have been senator or President ...." Subsequent spots, often as brief as 10 seconds, highlighted Cuomo-era failures ( e. g. snarled traffic and record-high utility rates in Long Island ), his opposition to the death penalty, and especially the litany of tax increases over his 12 years.

The proposed highway would bypass the snarled traffic at Meridian Way in Puyallup and continue across Interstate 5 to SR 509 in the city of Fife.

It is a skulking species, which may be located by its song, 30 to 40 musical pook-pook-pook notes, or a snarled churrrr.

It is an inconspicuous species, often first located by its song, an accelerating and ascending series of musical notes cuew-cuew-cuew-cue-cue-cue-cu-cu-cu-cu, or the call, a snarled churrrr.