She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

She eyed the chickens with, if she had known it, something of Glendora's dismal look and thought with a certain fury of the time she had spent on Latin verbs.

She seemed to work to grow close to her son in the few days he spent at home, talking to him about some of the more pleasant moments of his childhood and then trying to talk to him about those things in which he alone was interested.

She spent her whole life caring for the poor and assisting the most disadvantaged Romans.

She spent two years in France, where she worked for Anne Willan, the founder of Ecole de Cuisine La Varenne.

" She spent the next three years investigating the law of God according to the Bible, especially in the words and works of Jesus.

She returned to Haworth in January 1844 and used the time spent in Brussels as the inspiration for some experiences in The Professor and Villette.

She spent most of her childhood and all of her adult life based in Paris and then the abbey at Poissy, and wrote entirely in her adoptive tongue of Middle French.

She was chronically ill as a child and spent much of her time reading literature of the fantastic.

She spent the hostilities of 939 at Lorsch Abbey

She then spent the next three years seeking help from psychiatrists on both the west and the east coasts.

She spent most of their married years in resorts and spas, with their only child, a son.

She stayed at her mother's home in Palmdale during the brief time she was out of prison and spent some time hiking with her husband.

She spent her last years in a close personal and professional collaboration with anthropologist Rhoda Metraux, with whom she lived from 1955 until her death in 1978. Letters between the two published in 2006 with the permission of Mead's daughter clearly express a romantic relationship.

She spent the first few years mostly in the hospital, but was eventually able to be nursed from home.

She appears to have spent three years in the Welsh Marches, making regular visits to her father's court, before returning permanently to the home counties around London in mid-1528.

She had not told him that it was stuffed, much to Victor's annoyance, as he had spent time constructing an expensive kennel for it.

She had spent her early years helping a variety of sick relatives, contracting tuberculosis in the process.

She spent time in Salzburg and Nuremberg, where she stayed with her aunt and grandmother and became fluent in German.

She announced in mid-2007 that her Paradise Valley home would be put up for sale, citing her aspirations to " downsize " and focus more on her charity work, and the fact that in the last year she had only " spent about two weeks there.

She spent her childhood in Normandy and Corsica.

She spent a semester studying in France as part of her major, a move that mirrored her role as Reed in the television series Sisters.

She also spent exorbitant sums of money on the grandiose baroque projects of her favourite architect, Bartolomeo Rastrelli, particularly in Peterhof and Tsarskoye Selo.

She spent her early childhood in Fort Wayne, near the St. Mary's River.

She herself spent years in one of the tanks.

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;

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 can remove all knick-knacks within reach.

She soared over the new pastor like an avenging angel lest he stray from the path and not know all the truth and gossip of which she was chief repository.

She was personally sloppy, and when she had colds would blow her nose in the same handkerchief all day and keep it, soaking wet, dangling from her waist, and when she gardened she would eat dinner with dirt on her calves.

She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.

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 had done all the things she had promised herself she would do, but she had not thought of this.

She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.

She was too young, that was all ; ;

She hopes that all will support the contestants from our own community by attending our Pageants and the State Pageant June 17 ; ;

She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.

She found she could cope with all kinds of problems for which she was once considered too helpless.

She is well-educated and refined, all wildcat and fur, and Union from the muzzle to the crupper ''.

She drew on all her resources of mind and heart to help them -- to make them at home in the world ; ;

She was closely associated with the Founders in all their trials and hardships.

She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.

She had it all planned out, how she'd do.

She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.

She was all he had, everything he had, everything he wanted.

She tried to think of his unpredictable actions in the eleven years she had known him and discovered they weren't so many after all.

She glanced at the man nodding beside her, a man with weather cracks furrowed into his lean cheeks, with powdery pale eyes reflecting all the droughts he had seen, reflecting the sky and the drought which must follow now in August -- yes, with eyes predicting the drought and here it was only June, only festival time again and thoughts of Gratt Shafer would not leave her.

She showed no interest at all in the life he had led back home, and it hurt him a little.

She smiled all the way to her wise, sad eyes, and drained her own.