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 befriended the wife of the viceroy of Rangoon, as quickly as she did illiterate workers and women.

She is active with prison programs such as Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous and along with these involvements, she has also taught illiterate prisoners how to read.

She is illiterate and can't count, and she doesn't know how old she is.

She was illiterate, so she had Marjane write love letters to the neighbor boy for her.

She works at Rio de Janeiro's Central Station, writing letters for illiterate customers, in order to make ends meet.

She argues that HPI incorporates three dimensions of poverty: life span measured by the proportion of the population expected to die before age 40, lack of knowledge measured by the proportion who are illiterate, and a decent standard of living measured by a composite index of access to health services, access to safe water, and malnutrition among children less than 5, that could specifically account for gender disparities.

She becomes a worker in Mayor Madeleine's ( a. k. a. Jean Valjean's ) factory in Montreuil-sur-Mer, and has a public letter-writer compose her letters to the Thénardiers for her because she is illiterate.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She held Jonathan's letter, his words burning like a brand, and knew suddenly that the bonds between them were severed.

She knew she was feeling afraid and inwardly laughed at herself.

She knew that I lived at a good address on the Gold Coast, that I had once been a medical student and was thinking of returning to the university to finish my medical studies.

She knew also that I was unmarried and without a single known relative.

She knew where to come.

She wanted to be with him, to give him the comfort and companionship she knew he needed.

She never could fit into a crowd which had known, which still knew and admired Linda.

She knew what people were thinking ; ;

She asked him and, laughing, she added, `` I was nervous about buying a book with a title like that, but I knew you'd like it ''.

She knew.

She reportedly said later, " I kissed him but I never knew him.

She refused to help since she knew that Bobby would have to do it himself.

She blessed him for she knew, as goddesses do, what Pelias had up his sleeve.

She saw ' terror in all their faces ', she said, as if they knew that ' the game they had been playing for years was finally over.

" She later said, " I only knew that, as I was being arrested, that it was the very last time that I would ever ride in humiliation of this kind ..."

She said it was fine, that she knew him, and I said, ‘ It ’ s okay, he ’ s a cartoonist .’ So Johnny gives that classic look and he says, ‘ I knew I should have taken up drawing .’”

" She knew no Egyptology -- or anything else.

She also commented that she once saw a woman in her audience dressed in dripping chiffon with a Gibson Girl hairstyle and big boots and Nicks knew she wanted something similar.

She knew that white people in the South had buried valuables when Union forces threatened the region, and also that black men were frequently assigned to digging duties.

She said that in an 1844 vision Jesus told her: " Oh if you only knew what great merit you acquire by saying even once, Admirable is the Name of God, in a spirit of reparation for blasphemy.

She knew that her rival, the duc d ' Orléans, who had given money and bread to the people during the winter, would be popularly acclaimed by the crowd much to her detriment.