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 usually depicted as a woman clad in a saffron sari holding a flag, and sometimes accompanied by a lion.

She is clad in earthy, natural colors, long flowing skirts and clinging blouses, with an intent to comfort instead of arouse as other women on the show are dressed.

She is clad in a short lime-green dress with a rigid trim, and green slippers with white puffs.

She is reputed to appear clad in a full-length brown dress with a large white collar Sir Walter Scott wrote a poem about her.

She was frequently clad in skimpy costumes and bikinis that accentuated her attractive figure, but never posed nude.

She also tells him that one of the boys, a mute named Roach ( Sean Whalen ), has escaped from the cellar and into the walls, evading Daddy, who relentlessly hunts him through the house with a shotgun while clad in a full-bodied leather BDSM outfit.

She was clad more scantily even than the others ; for instead of a skirt she wore merely a broad strip of gilt-worked purple cloth fastened to the middle of her girdle which fell below her knees.

She studied it for a long time.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She named 48 items, and said there were `` many more things which it would take too long to write ''.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She threw back a cushion over one of the seats, unlocked a padlock on the chest beneath it, then presently straightened, holding a long knife and a wicked looking spear gun in her hand.

She put the violin away and took out some linen, needles and yarn to while away the long, idle days in Budapest.

She had black eyes, long and intriguingly tilted, and the way she walked was melody.

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She claimed to feel " jubilant " when cutting off her long hair.

She carried on a long correspondence with Pope Gregory XI, also asking him to reform the clergy and the administration of the Papal States.

She does not understand what's going on around the cabin and is not alive long enough to figure it out.

She read avidly and took long walks amongst a natural environment that inspired her greatly.

She died on 2 January 1992 after a long battle with cancer.

She described the long necked creature as living in the rivers, and being about the size of a hippo, if not somewhat larger.

Barbara Walters said of her, " She has served every day for eight long years the word ' style.

The Australian alternative rock band, The Go-Betweens dedicated a track off their 1994 album The Friends of Rachel Worth, When She Sang About Angels in reference to Smith's long time influence on themselves.

She notes that not only are the results not very precise, but that other structures mentioned in the research are not in fact pyramids, e. g. a tomb alleged to be the tomb of Amphion and Zethus near Thebes, a structure at Stylidha ( Thessaly ) which is just a long wall, etc.

She claims that Gould — particularly in his popular essays — uses a variety of strategies from literature, political science, and personal anecdotes to substantiate the general pattern of punctuated equilibrium ( long periods of stasis interrupted by rapid, catastrophic change ).

She was not happy at Moulson's, but she did not have to stay there long.

She long resisted public speaking for fear she would not be sufficiently eloquent.

" She reached up and scratched her long fingernails down both my cheeks so deeply that I had marks for about a week ,” Cowles wrote.

She also had a long career in the city council of Helsinki, serving there from 1977 to 1996.

She explained to us what it all meant, that this was the day for which she had been so long praying, but fearing that she would never live to see.