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 refuses.

She proceeds to ignore Agnes and refuses to talk to her.

She shoots him when he refuses to stop the bomb.

" She claims that such a challenge is a deliberate attack on her beliefs, and she refuses to act as an example of her claimed paranormal attributes.

She is accidentally killed by their foster father when she refuses to try to trick Lex out of his inheritance.

She refuses to go back with her husband.

She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, " If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother.

She refuses to leave because the imposter has her baby, but she helps Lionel to escape.

She refuses to marry Akeem even after he offers to renounce his throne, and he returns to Zamunda with a broken heart, resigned to marry the woman chosen for him by his parents.

She refuses, and out of pity, Mr. Laurence persuades Laurie to go abroad with him to Europe.

She angrily refuses, since she can imagine nothing worse than being led in triumph through the streets of Rome, proclaimed a villain for the ages.

She refuses to say anything about Swann.

She refuses to submit to anyone ( especially " Bob "), and she is just as free-wheeling and promiscuous as her husband ... although she has a more level head on her shoulders when it comes to domestic issues.

She refuses to hear any criticism of her work, and makes him watch her old films in the evenings.

She attempts to go reclaim Chris, but he refuses ( because he wants to stay with his friends — fellow refugees ).

She asks the hero Gilgamesh to marry her, but he refuses, citing the fate that has befallen all her many lovers:

She refuses < u > to consider the issue </ u >.

:: b. She refuses < u > PRO to consider the issue </ u >.

She refuses because, in her opinion, he is too short for her.

She refuses to leave with him unless her husband gives her permission.

She suffers from crippling claustrophobia, and throughout the novel refuses to enter the labyrinth within her house.

She relents, but Sebastian, in turn, refuses her.

She realizes that she has some feelings for him but he refuses her.

" She rarely makes public appearances and refuses to allow herself to be photographed at work.

She refuses, but Boolie is determined to find her a driver.