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 stirs up even the shiftless to toil ; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order ; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth.

She was born in Hongkou District, Shanghai, China, on March 5, 1898, though some biographies give the year as 1897, since Chinese tradition considers one to be a year old at birth.

She considers Darwin's notion of evolution, driven by competition, to be incomplete and claims that evolution is strongly based on co-operation, interaction, and mutual dependence among organisms.

She ponders about medical experiments conducted by Nazi physicians ; about the gas chambers in the death camps, implicitly comparing a crowded New York subway with a cattle wagon to Auschwitz ; the Nazis making soap with human fat ; Pope Pius XII and Roman Catholicism ; displaced Jews after World War II ; anti-Semitism in general ; Neo-Nazis in Germany and Austria ; the world population of Jews in 1939 and today and the fact that there were " no Jews left " in Poland after World War II ; business in the DP camps ( i. e. bartering with cigarettes ), coffee but also Nazi memorabilia ; and she considers with disgust a video game on CD-ROM entitled " How to Survive the Holocaust ".

She also considers the problems that arise when using MUDs.

She is nice, and helpful, though Coraline considers her to be rather boring.

Laurette is not repentant: She coldbloodedly admits that she considers their marriage to be purely a business affair.

She considers writing to be a comparatively harmless pastime.

She considers his statement that death, like tea, is something best shared " romantic.

She is nurturing and supportive of Peter although, throughout most of Spider-Man's history, she has not known of his secret life and considers Spider-Man frightening.

She is particularly worried about Domyouji, who clearly considers Kazuya a romantic threat.

She considers herself lucky to have had supportive mentors from primary school onwards.

She considers herself to be somewhat of a psychotherapist and claims she had been examined by Sigmund Freud.

She reminisces about her friend Buddy, whom she has dated more or less seriously and who considers himself her de facto fiancé.

She then begs Jerry to have sex with her, he briefly considers it but turns her down, saying that the situation was " too weird ".

She hears about Septimus ' suicide at the party and gradually comes to admire the act of this stranger, which she considers an effort to preserve the purity of his happiness.

She considers them emotionally weak and untrustworthy and seems genuinely uninterested in romance.

She considers running for the Cambers ' home but is afraid the door will be locked and she will be subsequently killed by Cujo, leaving her son all alone, and abandons the idea.

She also chases Boot from time to time, but since he considers himself a lord she never gets very far with him, and often ends up going off with B. H. instead.

She also considers herself to be a rebel citing she hates people telling her what to do.

She usually considers herself smarter than everyone she meets and knows, more attractive than Luanne, Nancy and many other actually attractive women and constantly takes credit for things she has never done.

She considers the camera a phallus, comparable to ray guns and cars, which are " fantasy-machines whose use is addictive ".

" She adds, however, that the period was important for laying the foundations for modern Hindi poetry, it did reflect sensitivity to social issues of the time, and the inelegance is a typical feature of a " young " poetry, as she considers Modern Hindi.

She considers her taste in music ( Jose Feliciano / Demis Roussos, Tom Jones ) and art ( kitsch erotica ) to be every bit as good as that of her husband.