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She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.
She and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.
She thought again of her children, those two who had died young, before the later science which might have saved them could attach even a label to their separate malignancies.
She had done all the things she had promised herself she would do, but she had not thought of this.
She was wearing her dark hair in two, thick braids to attain an `` American Girl '' effect she thought was appropriate to Halloween.
She thought she had great possibilities in the ballet and wanted to show the eminent producer how well she could dance.
She thought royal status might come her way when, while she was still in Rome, she met Pulley Bey, a personal procurer to King Farouk of Egypt.
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 thought as warm, drizzling rain touched her face.
She eyed the chickens with, if she had known it, something of Glendora's dismal look and thought with a certain fury of the time she had spent on Latin verbs.
She thought she was going to die.
She thought it was sometime during the second week she worked for Stanley.
She thought she was bigger than we are because she came from Torino ''.
She pursed her lips, then clamped them together so tightly that I thought she was angry with me.
She had better stay there, Lucy thought ; ;
She is thought to bear the name of the deity who was derived from Libya, where known as Neith, the same source sometimes identified as the parallel for Athene.
She did not believe in the theory of symbiosis proposed by Simon Schwendener, the German mycologist as previously thought, rather she proposed a more independent process of reproduction.
She was sometimes thought of as one of the Pleiades ( and hence a nymph ).
" She also says, " I thought the two had a lot of chemistry.
How can we ever thank you ?” She later explained: “ Everyone thought the war was over, and in that spirit I sent the cable to Hitler ”.
She argues that the legacy of Christian misogyny was consolidated by the so-called " Fathers " of the Church, like Tertullian, who thought a woman was not only " the gateway of the devil " but also " a temple built over a sewer.
She had quarrels with Sartain, who thought Cassatt too outspoken and self-centered, and eventually they parted.
She had already become emotionally attached to Russia and often thought of the huge, remote country that was to have been her home.
She and .
She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.
She didn't move or say anything.
She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.
She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.
She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.
She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.
She sat down at the table, shaking her head.
She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.
She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.
`` She doesn't want you now.
She breathed.
She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.
She too began to weep.
She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.
She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.
She had helped him change his mind.
She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.
She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.
She studied it for a long time.
She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.
She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.
She was quick.
She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.
She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.
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