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

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

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

She saw it then, the distant derrick of the wildcat -- a test well in unexplored country.

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

She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She went into the living room and turned on three lamps, then back into the kitchen where she turned on the ceiling light and the switch that lit the floods on the barn, illuminating the driveway.

She then went over them thoroughly giving each a strenuous test in showmanship.

She was then trained on the trot until December 29, hitched to a breaking cart once around the half-mile track and hoppled again.

She patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).

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 retreated by leaving the room when we suggested that our meeting might well terminate right then and there.

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 Mary Lou Brew then, wide-eyed, but not naive.

She worked as a domestic, first in Newport for a year, and then in South Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, for another year.

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

She was thirty-one years old then.

She walked restlessly across the room, then back to the windows.

She smoothed the skirt, sat down, then stood up and went back to the windows.

She made a face at him and then she laughed.

She threw back a cushion over one of the seats, unlocked a padlock on the chest beneath it, then presently straightened, holding a long knife and a wicked looking spear gun in her hand.

She took postgraduate work at the University of Grenoble in France and then returned to London to work on market research with an advertising firm.

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

She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She turned to him again.

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.

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 snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

She went in to get the hamburgers, and I switched on the device again and kept the signal from Dowling's car coming in steady and clear until I saw her starting back with the hamburgers.

) She might now have taken it away again.

She had been watching Maggie go from the washing machine to the baby to the stove and back again.

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 would turn to them, then turn to him, then turn again.

She had been fined in 1997 for the original publication of this open letter in Le Figaro and again 1998 for making similar remarks.

She swallows a huge amount of water three times a day before belching it back out again, creating whirlpools.

She again played the role for the Los Angeles production which began performances on February 7, 2007.

She then transferred with the L. A. company, to play the role once again, in the San Francisco production which began performances January 27, 2009.

She hosted again on October 10, 2009, becoming the first female to host six times.

She did not contact them again until 1964.

She would not return to the king unless he was pleased enough with her to summon her again by name.

She and Odrade meet Waff again on Rakis.

She did not play at the 2006 Linares tournament because she was pregnant again.