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 a vegetarian, feminist, environmentalist and a supporter of gay rights, and the Free Tibet movement.

She and a friend of hers, April Wind, move in with Tierwater, officially for April Wind to write a biography, or rather hagiography, of Sierra Tierwater, his daughter, who died in 2001 as a martyr to the environmentalist cause.

She is a certified teacher, works at a children's museum, is an environmentalist, and an organic food enthusiast who cooks various bizarre, tasteless meals much to her family's dismay.

She was the third most influential environmentalist in the UK for the Independent on Sunday in 2009 and has been Resource magazine's no 1 and 2 in 2009 and 2010 for her work on waste which has seen Wales come from behind the rest of the UK to be the lead recycling country in Britain and the first UK country to charge for single use carrier bags.

She is an environmentalist, vegetarian, and closet artist.

She co-authored two books critical of the environmentalist movement with Lou Guzzo.

She became the first African woman, and the first environmentalist, to win the prize.

She then uses specifics about the movement, such as the fact that participants actually call themselves “ elves ” as seen in their literature, to explain that it is fantasy rhetoric that affects the environmentalist movement specifically.

She was an environmentalist before the movement entered the political or popular mainstream As a follower of Ayn Rand ( though critical of some of Rand's ideas ), Sargent became involved with the Libertarian Party in 1979.

She was also a noted explorer, big-game hunter, environmentalist, and owner of Medway plantation in South Carolina.

She is also the daughter of Canadian environmentalist David Suzuki.

She also supported the miners strikes in North Sweden and was active in the Communist movement and after that in the environmentalist movement.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She didn't move or say anything.

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

`` She doesn't want you now.

She breathed.

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

She too began to weep.

She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.

She had helped him change his mind.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She studied it for a long time.

She brought the quirt down, slashing it across his cheek, and he tried to step back.

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