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 got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.

She fell in love with Apollo who disguised himself as Leucothea's mother to gain entrance to her chambers.

She is described as having heavy blonde hair which fell past her knees, a beautiful complexion, hazel eyes which changed colour, a full, high bosom, and a natural grace which made her appear to " walk on air "; these were the physical attributes that were highly appreciated in Italy during that period.

She fell into a deep depression that hit the low point when she turned on Olivier, verbally and physically attacking him until she fell to the floor, sobbing.

She wrote to a friend, Charlotte Murchison, in November that year: " Perhaps you will laugh when I say that the death of my old faithful dog has quite upset me, the cliff that fell upon him and killed him in a moment before my eyes, and close to my feet ... it was but a moment between me and the same fate.

She was 17, he was 22 and they fell in love.

She left on a tour of England and fell in love with the country.

She is known for being on the episode where the ' n ' in ' spins ' fell off her podium during the question round.

She was drinking tea under a tree when a silk cocoon fell into her tea.

She says: " A portion of the cataract arches over the lowest platform, and the spray fell thickly on us, as standing on it and looking up, we saw wave, and rock, and cloud, and the clear heavens through its glittering ever-moving veil.

She followed Narcissus to a pool, where he fell in love with his own reflection and changed into a narcissus flower.

She fell in love with Diomedes and saved him from being sacrificed to Ares by her father.

She fell in love with Caunus, her twin brother.

She met Pwyll of Dyfed and fell in love, planning to marry in one year and one day at his court on his estate.

She remembers how Henry fell in love with her, and how her relatives ( and certain of Henry's councillors like Thomas Cromwell, Bishop Stephen Gardiner, and others ), schemed to bring about the downfall of Anne Boleyn and the subsequent rise of Jane.

She fell in love with the giant red-skinned chief, Auriaria, but they had no children.

The fifth and sixth lines are occasionally replaced by, " She hung it on the washing line / It fell into the River Tyne ".

She also fell just short of meeting the standards for the 2008 Olympics.

She narrowly survived only because he soon fell into a drunken stupor and she was able to make her escape.

She reveals that he fell in love with an 18-year old American girl on board ship ( when Juliette was not present ), and then presented Juliette with his ideas for an open marriage: " What Julian really wanted was ... a definite freedom from the conventional bonds of marriage.

She said that she beat him over his head with a broomstick before he finally fell, mortally wounded by the gunshot.

She was cast in the leading role after both the actress playing Peggy Sawyer and her understudy fell ill. She also played Mae Jones in the Kurt Weill opera Street Scene with the English National Opera at the London Coliseum Theatre in 1989.