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 clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

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 quickly moved into cafe society, possibly easing her conscience by talking constantly of her desire to be in show business.

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 might have been talking to some of her friends about her husband if they've been having any trouble ''.

She got up, standing uncertainly for a moment, then moving aside to let go past her, talking, a group of young men.

She seemed to work to grow close to her son in the few days he spent at home, talking to him about some of the more pleasant moments of his childhood and then trying to talk to him about those things in which he alone was interested.

She was talking about him that time, because he had done some bad thing, something she disliked, but `` Afterwards Martin said he was sorry.

She also sketched President Teddy Roosevelt during her White House visits in 1902, during which " He sat for two hours, talking most of the time, reciting Kipling, and reading scraps of Browning.

She and Lang co-wrote all of his movies from 1921 through 1933, including 1922's Dr. Mabuse, der Spieler ( Dr. Mabuse the Gambler ), which ran for over four hours in two parts in the original version and was the first in the Dr. Mabuse trilogy, 1924's five-hour Die Nibelungen, the famous 1927 film Metropolis, and the 1931 classic, M, his first " talking " picture.

" She has undertaken a signature personal element of traveling around the country and talking to women at hospital and community events featuring the experiences of women who live, or had lived, with the condition.

She attracted much favorable notice in Parma and was supported and encouraged by the art community there: " All Parma is talking of Miss Cassatt and her picture, and everyone is anxious to know her ".

She remarked famously, “ Sometimes talking to Eddie is just like dropping a stone in a well, except that it doesn ’ t thump when it hits bottom .” She subordinated her career to his and shared his reclusive life style.

She wrote in her diary on 15 March 1910 that she couldn't understand the family's regard for Rasputin as " almost a saint " when she viewed him as only a " khlyst " Tyutcheva told Grand Duchess Xenia that the starets visited when Olga and Tatiana were getting ready for bed and sat there talking with them and " caressing " them.

She has a talking parasol named Perry who transformed from a real boy and can be used as her weapon.

" She grabbed me and started talking, and she's like " I know you're the right one ", and I hadn't even opened my mouth yet.

She was last seen talking in the parking lot to a brown-haired man with his arm in a sling.

She revieled that the group had been " talking about it " and stated that a reunion is likely to happen if they come up with a " good plan ".

Riboud said of the photo, “ She was just talking, trying to catch the eye of the soldiers, maybe trying to have a dialogue with them.

She provided her reminiscences from her sick bed, and commented " Have you any idea of the pleasure of lying in bed for six months, talking about yourself to a very intelligent man?

She speaks quickly and enjoys talking.

She was always dressed up, talking, speaking many languages and being a Russian.

She not only remembered that speech existed, but she constantly put her hands over others ' mouths as they were talking and attempted to talk as well.