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She stood quite still, trying to focus upon a direction in which to turn, a path to follow, a clue to guide her.
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 stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.
She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.
She stood there, a large old woman, smiling at the things she would say to him in the morning, this big foolish baby of a son.
She stood clutching her shawl around her shoulders until he had swung the car onto the road.
She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.
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 stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.
She measured the distance from where they stood to the men and the gun, measured the distance from the men to the back room.
She stood for a moment, rain dripping from the trees over her head, thinking of Maude.
She stood frowning and chewing her lip.
She smoothed the skirt, sat down, then stood up and went back to the windows.
She stood there, watching Holden come in, and she put the piece of toast in her mouth and bit off one corner with a huge chomp of her white teeth.
She stood sipping and chewing and watching.
She stood, once more listening.
She stood gazing at him.
She bettered this mark in 1990 with a speed of-a record which stood until 1993.
She, like her sister, fled to Jordan and has stood up for her father's rights.
She had a busy official role from 1932 to 1939 and, following her husband's death, stood for Parliament herself, becoming Australia's first female Member of the House of Representatives, and later first woman in Cabinet, joining the Menzies Cabinet in 1951.
She later explained her belief that her hair – which " had never been combed and ... stood out like a bushel basket " – might have saved her life.
" The Earl stood by his wife, asking his colleagues to intercede for her ; there was no hope: " She Queen doth take every occasion by my marriage to withdraw any good from me ", Leicester wrote still after seven years of marriage.
She found that T. horridus and several other species belonged together, and T. prorsus and T. brevicornus stood alone, and since there were many more specimens in the first group, she suggested that this meant the two groups were two species.
She stood as godmother for Matilda of Scotland, who would become Queen of England after marrying Matilda's son Henry I.

She and for
She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.
She studied it for a long time.
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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??
She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.
She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.
She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!
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 was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.
She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.
She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.
She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.
She had her reasons for this.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
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 had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.
She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.
She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.
She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.
She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.
She lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.
She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.

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