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 swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She turned to him again.

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.

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 surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She was then trained on the trot until December 29, hitched to a breaking cart once around the half-mile track and hoppled again.

) She snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

She went in to get the hamburgers, and I switched on the device again and kept the signal from Dowling's car coming in steady and clear until I saw her starting back with the hamburgers.

) She might now have taken it away again.

She had been watching Maggie go from the washing machine to the baby to the stove and back again.

She glanced at the man nodding beside her, a man with weather cracks furrowed into his lean cheeks, with powdery pale eyes reflecting all the droughts he had seen, reflecting the sky and the drought which must follow now in August -- yes, with eyes predicting the drought and here it was only June, only festival time again and thoughts of Gratt Shafer would not leave her.

She would turn to them, then turn to him, then turn again.

She had been fined in 1997 for the original publication of this open letter in Le Figaro and again 1998 for making similar remarks.

She swallows a huge amount of water three times a day before belching it back out again, creating whirlpools.

She again played the role for the Los Angeles production which began performances on February 7, 2007.

She then transferred with the L. A. company, to play the role once again, in the San Francisco production which began performances January 27, 2009.

She hosted again on October 10, 2009, becoming the first female to host six times.

She did not contact them again until 1964.

She would not return to the king unless he was pleased enough with her to summon her again by name.

She and Odrade meet Waff again on Rakis.

She did not play at the 2006 Linares tournament because she was pregnant again.