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 would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.

She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;

She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.

`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.

She had been one of the first to collect her wits.

She was a juicy one.

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

She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.

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 hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.

She also builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.

She then described her experience as one in which she first had difficulty accepting for herself a state of being in which she relinquished control.

She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.

She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.

She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.

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 sidled along the booths one step at a time.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.

She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.