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She sounded a little like a redhead.
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She sounded as though they already existed.
She sounded so exactly like Doaty that Henrietta obeyed her under the clear impression that she could either comply or stay home.
I didn't relate to Sharon Tate as being anything but a store mannequin ... sounded just like an IBM machine ... She kept begging and pleading and pleading and begging, and I got sick of listening to her, so I stabbed her.
She hated the name Crawford, saying it sounded like " crawfish ".
She also asked him to change his first name to Cherif as it sounded more " American ".
She is most commonly referred to simply as " Trillian ", a modification of her birth name, which she adopted because it sounded more " space-like ".
She believed that the death knell of paramour rights was sounded by the trial of Ruby McCollum, a black woman who murdered her white lover, Dr. C. Leroy Adams, in Live Oak, Florida, in 1952.
She then sounded a blast with her prillarhorn ( a ram's horn ), and the Battle of Kringen began.
She married and divorced Ted Bailey, keeping his last name because she thought it sounded more American than Rinker.
She had previously been sounded out about the job in 1997, after Michael Jackson's departure, but had turned down the opportunity as she felt she was then not yet experienced enough.
She has landed a number of high-profile auditions over there, including trying for a role in the film Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and she has reportedly been sounded out regarding several high-profile shows in Australia.
She sounded very sprightly on the jump blues Be-Baba-Leba ( Philo, 1945 ) and Million Dollar Secret ( Modern, 1950 ).
She complained that white women sounded like they were " sleepwalking " through their performances.
She later commented that some of the Chinese dialects sounded " as strange to me as Gaelic.
" She replied that the name sounded " too sissified " and suggested Mickey Mouse instead.
She wrote that being called Mrs. Elvis Presley sounded better than live-in Lolita, teen heartthrob or the other labels given her in the past by some of the press.
She also said that the song sounded more American than the other songs on the album.
She first heard no movement inside, then a noise that sounded like footsteps on the stairs.
She declared that the noisy, metallic guitar breakdown of the song symbolised what waiting sounded like in the brain of all those who had waited.
She and little
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 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 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 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 also mentioned leaving a little bunch of flowers at the bust of Lauro Di Bosis.
She remarked that she found the night wind a little chilly, and Mr. Podger took her inside the fringe.
She would not accept the death of such a little child.
She had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.
She would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.
`` She really is a dear little thing '', my mother agreed.
She laughed a little and tossed the dregs rakishly around in her glass.
She gave a little pout and said, `` I don't get off work until eleven o'clock.
She had cried a little because she was frightened.
She jumped as the little man now appeared at the window and, reaching through the opening, offered her a bottle of coke.
She doled out what Glendora vaguely guessed were the right amounts of dried peas, eggs, cornmeal, a little salt.
She started back for the house, saw a light in the office, opened the door and surprised a domestic little scene which was far outside the dark realm of murder or attempted murder.
She picked up the baby and nuzzled her fat warm little neck.
She ran from a little group of us.
She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.
She was watching me intently, a funny little half-smile on her lips.
She had a funny little scar on her stomach, on the left side.
She indicated a spot a little distance away.
She had great difficulty controlling them, and little success in instilling any education.
She had run out of things to say to Noel and so she told him a story about " four little rabbits whose names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter.
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