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 sat down at the table, shaking her head.

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

She sat down on the nearest, fallen with age and gray with sea-damp, her fingers tracing the indecipherable carved letters padded with green moss.

She sat down and played two slots at once, looking grim, as if bested by mechanical devices, and Owen felt sorry for the lay-sisters depending on her support.

She saw me and sat down beside me, three feet away.

She also sketched President Teddy Roosevelt during her White House visits in 1902, during which " He sat for two hours, talking most of the time, reciting Kipling, and reading scraps of Browning.

She sat on a tripod seat over an opening in the earth.

She paid her fare and sat in an empty seat in the first row of back seats reserved for blacks in the " colored " section.

She sat on a plain wooden throne with a white woolen cushion and did not trouble to choose an emblem for herself.

She became particularly interested in the ideas of Herbert Marcuse and on her return to Brandeis she sat in on his course.

She wrote in her diary on 15 March 1910 that she couldn't understand the family's regard for Rasputin as " almost a saint " when she viewed him as only a " khlyst " Tyutcheva told Grand Duchess Xenia that the starets visited when Olga and Tatiana were getting ready for bed and sat there talking with them and " caressing " them.

She sat for other paintings of the time, often topless or nude, other times in traditional poses.

She sat in the section where, if a white person was standing, the blacks would have to get up and move to the back.

She sat on the House Armed Services Committee, and was involved in government oversight, passing several procurement reforms.

She then sat drinking cocktails and playing a foxtrot record, " Hula Lou ," over and over for about four hours as she sat watching Kalstedt die.

") This comedy had an immense influence, as regards manipulation of dialogue, upon all subsequent English comedies of repartee, and he who wants to trace the ancestry of Tony Lumpkin and Mrs Hardcastle ( in She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith ) has only to turn to Jerry Blackacre and his mother, while Manly ( for whom Wycherley's early patron, the Duke of Montausier, sat ), though he is perhaps overdone, has dominated this kind of stage character ever since.

She finally sat down in the grotto to take her shoes off in order to cross the water and was lowering her first stocking when she heard the sound of rushing wind, but nothing moved.

She was politically active in her White House years as her husband's closest adviser and sat in on Cabinet and policy meetings.

She later made a big-budget video for the song " Set It Off ", in which she sat in a locker room as her pubic and armpit hair grew to Rapunzel length.

She was chained in a storeroom for six months, until, as she describes, Jesus sat down at her bedside, and asked her, " Daughter, why hast thou forsaken Me, and I forsook never thee?

She reported that Holliday came back to his room, sat on the bed, wept and said, " that was awful — awful ".