She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

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 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 up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She was bewildered.

She was standing in a thick grove.

She already knew this unwholesome, chilling atmosphere that was somehow grotesquely alive.

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

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She was wearing nothing beneath the coat.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She was just not able to break the spell.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.

She is currently an assistant professor in literacy education at Georgia State University.

She commissioned Bernard Crick, a left-wing professor of politics at the University of London, to complete a biography and asked Orwell's friends to co-operate.

She studied with professor Franz Boas and Dr. Ruth Benedict at Columbia University before earning her Master's in 1924.

She taught at The New School and Columbia University, where she was an adjunct professor from 1954 to 1978.

She was the first woman to be appointed professor at a university.

She married neurology professor P. K.

She is a retired professor with the History of Consciousness Department at the University of California, Santa Cruz and is the former director of the university's Feminist Studies department.

She has three siblings from her mother: her twin sister Isotta Ingrid Rossellini, who is an adjunct professor of Italian literature ; a brother, Robertino Ingmar Rossellini ; and a half-sister, Pia Lindström, who formerly worked on television and is from her mother's first marriage with Petter Lindström.

She married Andrew Mattei Gleason, a professor of mathematics at Harvard, on 26 January 1959, with whom she subsequently had three daughters.

She has been a professor at Princeton University since 1994.

She and her second husband, James Corbett ( a professor of physics at SUNY ), prospered through the stock market.

She graduated from Howard University and became the first female professor of pediatrics at New York Medical College and then at Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons.

She is a professor at Texas A & M International University in Laredo.

She was survived by a son, Donald R. Abbe, a former history professor at Texas Tech University in Lubbock who wrote a history of Lynn County, and two daughters, Barbara Abbe and Reda Abbe.

She is currently a member of the Whitehead Institute, a professor of biology at MIT, and an Investigator of the Howard Hughes Medical Institute.

She is currently a professor at Florida State University, and has served for many years on the Advisory Panel of the BMI Foundation, Inc.

She petitioned the college for the opportunity to read such an address herself — a college professor was to read it instead.

She began post-graduate work in 1962, at the Sorbonne in Paris, France, with a thesis on the poems of George Meredith, and the following year, married Stephen Clarkson, a University of Toronto political science professor.

She is a professor at European Graduate School in Saas-Fee, Switzerland and the University of Paris VIII, whose center for women's studies, the first in Europe, she founded.

She describes her violently anti-Semitic father, a law professor in Krakow ; her unwillingness to help him spread his ideas ; her arrest by the Nazis for smuggling food to her mother, who was on her deathbed ; and particularly, her brief stint as a stenographer-typist in the home of Rudolf Höss, the commander of Auschwitz, where she was interned.

She is noteworthy in part as one of very few women of her generation in Japan to become a professor at a major Japanese university.

She was a professor at Rutgers School of Law – Newark and Columbia Law School.

She is a professor at the School of Paediatrics and Child Health at University of Western Australia, and the UNICEF Australian Ambassador for Early Childhood Development.

She described the Šargovac school massacre in conversations with a university professor, Jovo Jovanović and with her headteacher, and her account was published in 1968.