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 then yells " murder " through the courtyard, and Washizu slays the guard before he has a chance to plead his innocence.

" She explains to Mike that Archie yells at him not because he hates Mike but because he is jealous of Mike's many opportunities in life.

She yells at him, saying she hates him and that she wishes he had died instead of her mom.

She speaks with a Scottish accent and yells a lot.

She suddenly becomes very suspicious of him, and he gets scared and yells at her.

She usually yells all the time, even when not needed.

She yells out when she sees them and skids her bike in front of them to stop them and she falls off.

She shows up in a police car and yells at Miyuki if she starts slacking for even a second.

She dances and yells to announce her freedom and denounce the expectation to mourn for deaths not her own.

She yells for him to stop, as a silhouette resembling Old Lace appears in an alley behind her, but he is struck by a van.

She yells and Deacon kills one German as the other runs into the woods.

She yells at him at first, but then in a moment of anger, she shoves him and he falls down a flight of stairs.

She pours blood onto his shirt ; the cloaked man then steps out of the shadows and chants a spell ; lights flash and Angel yells as his soul is taken away.

She jumps aside, someone yells ' Now!

She then yells at him, and reminds him that she is also leaving.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

She did not call out.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She was ready to kill the beef, dress it out, and with vegetables from her garden was going to can soup, broth, hash, and stew against the winter.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.

She sought Kate out upstairs, her lips trembling.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She was looking out at the garden.

She held out her hand to show that she had money.

She told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

She could easily understand why the two men had been startled to find a strange girl in the back seat of their car ( she had figured that out ), but she couldn't understand their subsequent actions.

She had it all planned out, how she'd do.

She was listening to other voices, out of the future.

She opened it an inch and poked out the keys for me to give you.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She ate what she could and went out along the covered passageway, with the rain dripping from the vines.