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She and took
She took it grudgingly, her dark eyes baleful as they met his.
She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.
She remarked that she found the night wind a little chilly, and Mr. Podger took her inside the fringe.
She took a good look at herself in the mirror before she turned and, walking with very small steps, started toward the door.
She would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.
She took refuge on a tongue of land extending into a gully, crouched at the base of a thorn tree, and waited for them to come up.
She took Glendora to the smokehouse, unlocked it and saw with satisfaction there was still a quantity of hams and sides of bacon, hanging from the smoke-stained rafters.
She took another bite of toast.
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 put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.
She took it with her wherever she went ; ;
She was never considered legitimate and, when the king was dying, no one took her as a serious contender for the crown.
She married Basil of Trebizond and took over the throne of the Empire of Trebizond from 1340 to 1341.
She has been repaying the debt from her housekeeping budget, and also from some work she got copying papers by hand, which she did secretly in her room, and took pride in her ability to earn money " as if she were a man.
" She took him home, however, fed him and gave him his first dose.
She, with the consent of her husband, soon took the veil in the Benedictine nunnery of Jully-les-Nonnains.
She also took job opportunities working briefly at dance halls in Japan and Taiwan, and wrote two missives under the name " Courtney Michelle " in punk-zine Maximumrocknroll on local bands Poison Idea and Rancid Vat.
She intermittently took classes at Portland State University studying English, as well as San Francisco State University and the San Francisco Art Institute, where she took a film class taught by George Kuchar and starred in one of his short films.
According to lexicographer William Smith, " She was accused of too much familiarity with Orestes, prefect of Alexandria, and the charge spread among the clergy, who took up the notion that she interrupted the friendship of Orestes with their archbishop, Cyril.
She was one of the activists who took over Berkeley park in the People's Park demonstration, summer 1972.
She took a job at a dry-cleaning store to support herself.
She has given live performances on various television shows, events and ceremonies ( her most recent appearance was in Gaoth Dobhair in the summer of 2005, which coincided with a tribute event to the Brennan family that took place in Letterkenny ), but she has yet to do a concert.
She returned home and Anne took her place.

She and one
She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.
She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.
She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.
She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;
She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.
She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.
She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.
`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.
She had been one of the first to collect her wits.
She was a juicy one.
She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.
She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.
She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.
She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.
She also builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.
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 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 still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.
She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.
She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.
She sidled along the booths one step at a time.
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 had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.
She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.

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