She edited and published Lavoisier ’ s memoirs ( whether any English translations of those memoirs have survived is unknown as of today ) and hosted parties at which eminent scientists discussed ideas and problems related to chemistry.

She was survived by her husband, and her one daughter from her first marriage to Ioannis Paxinos, whose surname she had been using after their divorce.

She survived a helicopter crash in Sudan in 2000 while trying to learn the fates of her Nuba friends during the Sudanese civil war and was airlifted to a Munich hospital.

She was arrested shortly afterward and sentenced to solitary confinement in the Gulag, which she survived.

She was survived by her son don Martín, who would be raised primarily by his father's family, and a daughter doña María who would be raised by Jaramillo and his second wife doña Beatriz de Andrada.

She writes that only three fragmentary manuscripts are known to have survived into the modern period, two 3rd-century fragments ( P. Rylands 463 and P. Oxyrhynchus 3525 ) published in 1938 and 1983, and a longer 5th-century Coptic translation ( Berolinensis Gnosticus 8052, 1 ) published in 1955.

She is survived by her husband and her daughter, Logan.

She survived in Greek folklore as the consort of Dionysos, with whom she was worshiped in some local cults.

She was born Victoria California Claflin, the seventh of ten children ( six who survived to maturity ), in the rural frontier town of Homer, Licking County, Ohio.

She was survived by her three children and her two stepsisters.

She went on to bear Henry a further eight children, six of whom survived infancy, including the future Charles IX ( born 27 June 1550 ); the future Henry III ( born 19 September 1551 ); and Francis, Duke of Anjou ( born 18 March 1555 ).

She survived without serious injuries.

She was a younger sister of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia and an elder sister of Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia and Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, all of whom were falsely rumored to have survived the assassination of the Imperial Family.

She tragically perished in a Syrian prison during the imprisonment of Hussein's family members, mostly women and children, who survived the Battle of Karbala.

She was survived by her daughter.

She survived, however, thanks to the underlying devotion she had earned over the years.

She may have survived in some form in Roman Gaul and medieval France.

She was known as Brigantia in northern England, and survived as St Bride in Christianity "

She survived the invasion of the Tuatha Dé Danann and became the foster mother of Lugh.

She was survived by her husband, Eugene Feeney.

She is shown to have a strong grasp of politics, which may seem unlikely, but this answers the facts of the annulment and the even more unlikely fact that Anne of Cleves survived her marriage to Henry.

She was survived by her brother, Sam McDaniel.

" She wrote a poem entitled The Martyrdom of St. Cyprian in two books, of which 800 lines survived, and an inscription of a poem on the baths at Hammat Gader.

She had a total of six children of record born into slavery ; four survived to adulthood and were noted for their resemblance to Jefferson.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She didn't move or say anything.

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 drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

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

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

`` She doesn't want you now.

She breathed.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She too began to weep.

She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She had helped him change his mind.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She studied it for a long time.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

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

She was quick.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.