She stirs the pot too vigorously and then bangs it too hard, causing the pot to somehow explode, covering Sunni, Grammi and the entire kitchen in juice.

" She concluded by saying " In listening to Healthy In Paranoid Times a sad realization that the pop disease had inflicted even the purest of bands and stirs a reminder of why Canadian bands usually fail to impress.

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

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

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

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 pulled her legs up under her, to rise, her full peasant skirt drawing up her thighs, and Feathertop's music pfffted away.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She looked up and saw that, without knowing it, Mrs. Coolidge was holding it aloft.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She escaped, crawled through the usual mine fields, under barbed wire, was shot at, swam a river, and we finally picked her up in Linz.

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 smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.

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

She lost not a second, picking herself up and continuing her pilgrimage to Laura.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She sprang up and went swiftly to the bedroom.

She swung her eyes up to the blue of the window, her jaws gently mashing the bitter beans.

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 stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She had felt that her arm wanted to go up in the first trial, but had consciously prevented it from so doing.

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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

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

She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.

She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She had even steeled herself to keep Juanita upstairs in the nurse's room off the empty nursery, although the girl tried to insist on moving back to the quarters to spare Kate remembrance of the baby's death.

She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.

She even spoke differently when she was clean, and she was clean now for his departure and her voice clear and rather sharp.

She had had a dignity about her, even barefoot and almost too tan.

She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;

She would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.

She ascribed her delight with both experiences to the effect they seemed to have of temporarily removing from her the controls which she felt so compulsively necessary to maintain even when it might seem appropriate to relax these controls.

She is even prone to regard the college girl as immature.

She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.

She didn't even give me a chance to refuse.

She was even more miserable than me.

She wouldn't have, even if he'd asked her.

She found this immensely comforting, even though Mercer did not make much sense out of it.

She offers advice to governesses, widows, and even prostitutes.

She also was respected by the semi-Hellenic countries around the Greek world, such as Lydia, Caria, and even Egypt.

" She said that " pro-homosexual activists ... are creating media events all over the country and even internationally.