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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 even
She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.
She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??
She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.
She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.
She even devised a system of colors, whereby the boy could easily distinguish the different note values.
She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.
She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.
She had even steeled herself to keep Juanita upstairs in the nurse's room off the empty nursery, although the girl tried to insist on moving back to the quarters to spare Kate remembrance of the baby's death.
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 even spoke differently when she was clean, and she was clean now for his departure and her voice clear and rather sharp.
She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.
She had had a dignity about her, even barefoot and almost too tan.
She lived in an ultra-modern house whose decoration, appointments, paint, and even pets were chosen to complement her coloring ; ;
She would sometimes even get a little hard on you, she took you so seriously.
She ascribed her delight with both experiences to the effect they seemed to have of temporarily removing from her the controls which she felt so compulsively necessary to maintain even when it might seem appropriate to relax these controls.
She is even prone to regard the college girl as immature.
She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.
She didn't even give me a chance to refuse.
She wouldn't have, even if he'd asked her.
She found this immensely comforting, even though Mercer did not make much sense out of it.
She offers advice to governesses, widows, and even prostitutes.
She also was respected by the semi-Hellenic countries around the Greek world, such as Lydia, Caria, and even Egypt.
" She said that " pro-homosexual activists ... are creating media events all over the country and even internationally.

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