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She and wandered
She even finds the feral Black Cat that wandered around the house in the real world can talk, however she learns he is not of the Other World ; he only travels from one world to another and he has come to warn Coraline of the imminent danger, but Coraline pays him no heed.
She wandered through post-World War II Mediterranean, Middle Eastern and North African regions, where she learned to survive the hard way.
She went to bed in the morning, got up in the evening, ate breakfast at night, and drove around in a carriage through the streets, in the courtyard, or wandered around the corridors of the sleeping castle with a light.
She and her son wandered aimlessly until the bottle of water was completely consumed.
She left Attilan, and wandered Europe as a thief.
She believed in little besides her ability to make men drool, and wandered through life disdainful of the beliefs of others, especially those of her strange, and somewhat square, roommate, Emily.
She had no true home, but wandered place to place staying with friends and acquaintances.
She fell in love with the handsome, feckless Kibalchich, and the couple wandered Europe, according to their son, " in search of cheap lodgings and good libraries ".
She says " I for one have wandered far enough over the wide world to know a unique glory when I am blessed by the sight of one.
She wandered with Kellner from place to place, proclaiming her mission, working miracles, persuading her converts to sell all and follow her.
of his most popular songs included ' She wandered down the mountain side ,' ' Long ago ' and ' The Sands of Dee '".

She and house
She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.
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 was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.
She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.
She walked back to the house and entered, feeling herself returning, sensing some kind of opportunity in the empty building.
She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.
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 had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.
She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;
She said to the saleslady, `` I want a dress to put on around the house ''.
She sent Glendora back to the house, her basket and her apron laden.
She started back for the house, saw a light in the office, opened the door and surprised a domestic little scene which was far outside the dark realm of murder or attempted murder.
She said she didn't know a thing -- Tim had left the house at six in the morning, as usual.
She remembered, suddenly, a night of savage moonlight and scudding clouds when she and Adelia, having dared each other, had stolen out of their great safe house and come here, hand in hand, hoping and fearing ghosts.
She screamed, and both women ran up to the house, and I followed.
She turned and began to walk toward the house.
She was at the moment just a small, walking package, being delivered to her aunt's and uncle's house.
The Irish were gay but made trouble in the house ; the English were of all kinds " She proposes this, after the fact, knowing the chosen Charlotte lasts decades.
She purchased a house for her sister Anna which had been the last home of Henry David Thoreau, now known as the Thoreau-Alcott House.
(“ A Parade in Town ”) She and Schub plan an emergency meeting at her house.
She is planning to house many of these stray animals in a new animal rescue facility that she is having built on her property.
She restored and preserved the farms that she bought or managed, making sure that each farm house had in it a piece of antique Lakeland furniture.
Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.
She gained entrance to Marat's house on the pretense of presenting him a list of people who should be executed as enemies of France.
She stirs up even the shiftless to toil ; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order ; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth.

She and for
She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.
She studied it for a long time.
She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.
She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??
She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.
She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.
She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!
She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.
She was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.
She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.
She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.
She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.
She had her reasons for this.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.
She had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.
She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.
She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.
She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.
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 lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.
She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.

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