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 had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She sat quietly, staring at me from the wide eyes.

She is a serene woman who, after taking care of the housework, sits quietly in a chair.

She quietly accepted his extramarital affairs the longest one being with the famed beauty Jeanne Baptiste d ' Albert de Luynes by whom he had two children.

She was admitted, and in the dead of night quietly opened the gate.

She praises the character for taking charge and accepting the possibility she might be a Potential Slayer, and for quietly stepping back when she turns out to be wrong, without revealing how disappointed she really is.

She finally gave in, and the series reappeared in a twice-weekly, early-evening 15 minute format ( with another change in title, to Molly, in due course ), with Harold Stone and then Robert H. Harris replacing Loeb as Jake, though Berg quietly continued to pay a salary to Loeb.

She died quietly in her sleep.

She accepts, and the two are quietly wed.

She went quietly with Inspector Morton.

She is content to sit quietly with Leslie and her Tigger toy.

She tries to reconcile with Tenma, but he quietly rejects her.

She then returned to Paris with her children – three older daughters and one son – and lived there quietly until 1796, when she married the Marc-René-Voyer de Paulmy, marquis d ' Argenson, grandson of Louis XV's minister of war.

She, in turn, quietly informs Captain Ramey of this.

She mocks Rosette one last time before she quietly dies drifting away.

She was also skilled in " woodcraft " ( tracking and moving quietly through forested areas ), as noted by King Tirian in The Last Battle ; Eustace credits this to her time as a Girl Guide, but no doubt this was supplemented by her travels and experiences in The Silver Chair.

She refuses to go on, then suddenly yet quietly passes away, presumably from hypothermia.

She married the editor and publisher, George Nichols ; when he became an invalid, she quietly took over his duties at the paper.

She moved to Vermont, where she lived quietly under the name Sandra Collins until 1989, when her environmental activism made the news and her identity was made public.

She inherited her house which rests quietly in the Marigny District.

She was not tracked down until 1966, and until then, lived quietly in East Germany.

She informs him that Kosnov participated in no such capture, and Rone realizes that Bresnavitch quietly orchestrated the raid without the knowledge of Soviet counter-intelligence, a clear indicator that he was Polyakov's traitorous high-level Soviet official contact.

She starred in many school musicals and quietly tutored and befriended classmates others ignored.

She died quietly in 1920.