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She and was
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 and biting
She would try to see over the bulge of her cheeks and somewhat under her teeth to the place where she was biting.
She decided to grow all of her nails long enough that she might really enjoy biting them, and then, after some days, she realised that she didn't want to bite them anyway.
She explained that the leeches were placed in her belly button, and she said, " They have a little enzyme that when they are biting down in you, it gets released in your blood ... and your health is optimized.
She often finds herself bearing the brunt of Ralph's insults, which she returns with biting sarcasm.
She confronts Hank, but he decapitates her by increasing in size and biting her head off in the struggle that follows.
She has a biting and sarcastic wit, serving as somewhat of a comic relief throughout the show.
She was a subscriber to Harpers Weekly, an illustrated news magazine, and particularly admired the political cartoons of the German immigrant, Thomas Nast, who made his name in part by exposing the corruption of New York City government by way of biting satire.
She often irritates the others, especially Riho, with biting remarks.
She is helpless against his powers and unable to stop him from biting her.
She mocked these fables, offering social criticism through biting sarcasm.
She is shot by one of the prisoners when she fights off his attempted rape by biting off his ear.

She and into
She crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal, chewing into the planks.
She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.
She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.
She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.
She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.
She asked, taking him and Juanita into the parlor where the shutters were closed against the afternoon sun.
She turned and walked stiffly into the parlor to the dainty-legged escritoire, warped and cracked now from fifty years in an atmosphere of sea spray.
`` She didn't mention bringing Myra '', Mark said, maneuvering the car into the next lane.
She went into the living room and turned on three lamps, then back into the kitchen where she turned on the ceiling light and the switch that lit the floods on the barn, illuminating the driveway.
She stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.
She also banks into a turn like a fine runabout -- not digging in on the outside to throw passengers all over the boat like many a small cabin cruiser.
She patronized Greenwich Village artists for awhile, then put some money into a Broadway show which was successful ( terrible, but successful ).
She had talked her `` boy friend '' into sending her to New York to take a screen test.
She quickly moved into cafe society, possibly easing her conscience by talking constantly of her desire to be in show business.
She took refuge on a tongue of land extending into a gully, crouched at the base of a thorn tree, and waited for them to come up.
Here '' -- She thrust a bundle of keys strung on a thick red cord into Sarah's hand.
She went downstairs and received another curious shock, for when Glendora flapped into the dining room in her homemade moccasins, Sarah asked her when she had brought coffee to her room and Glendora said she hadn't.
She paused at the kitchen door, caught her breath, told herself firmly that the opium was only an attempt to frighten her and went into the kitchen, where Glendora was eyeing the chickens dismally and Maude was cleaning lamp chimneys.
She was wearing a brown cotton dress, cut across the hips in a way that was supposed to make her look slimmer, a yoke set into the skirt and flaring pleats below.
She slapped the receiver into its holder and stepped away.
She wanted him to get into trouble.
She cut the engines and slowly the cruiser swung around on the end of its lines until its bow was pointing into the wind and the cockpit faced toward the shore.
She pushed wartorn and poverty-stricken nations into prosperity, but she failed to lead them into unity and world peace.

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