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 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 and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

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

She spoke also with deep thankfulness of the many individuals and agencies whose interest and efforts through the years had made the work so fruitful in results.

She tried to think of his unpredictable actions in the eleven years she had known him and discovered they weren't so many after all.

She is in Madame Tussard's Waxworks in London, a princess of the Kiowa tribe and an honorary colonel in many states.

She would not stop to read them in American Express, as many were doing, sitting on benches or leaning against the walls, but pushed her way out into the street.

She is often depicted nude in many of the images she is in.

She later said her years at the home " were the happiest years " of her life ; many of the incidents in her novel Little Women ( 1868 ) are based on this period.

She created many sketches and carved engravings of the laboratory instruments used by Lavoisier and his colleagues.

She is skilled in many areas, but excels in combat-related abilities.

She participated in various musical shows and recorded many popular songs in the 1960s and 1970s, mostly in collaboration with Serge Gainsbourg, Bob Zagury and Sacha Distel, including " Harley Davidson "; " Je Me Donne A Qui Me Plaît "; " Bubble gum "; " Contact "; " Je Reviendrais Toujours Vers Toi "; " L ' Appareil À Sous "; " La Madrague "; " On Déménage "; " Sidonie "; " Tu Veux, Ou Tu Veux Pas?

She became a vegetarian and raised three million francs to fund the foundation by auctioning off jewellery and many personal belongings.

She is planning to house many of these stray animals in a new animal rescue facility that she is having built on her property.

She and Beatrix remained friends throughout their lives and Annie's eight children were the recipients of many of Potter ’ s delightful picture letters.

She was followed by many more.

She was one of the first women to write in the genre, and paved the way for many other female writers in speculative fiction.

She spoke privately many times with her husband, but was unsuccessful in convincing him not to sign it.

She never did, although she received many offers for her hand ; the reasons for this are not clear.

She feared that the French planned to invade England and put Mary, Queen of Scots, who was considered by many to be the heir to the English crown, on the throne.

She wrote to a number of Goya's friends to complain of her exclusion but many of her friends were Goya's also and by then old men and had died, or died before they could reply.

She rescues Petrie and Nayland Smith many times.

She writes that he has been a paid consultant for many years for ARCO, ExxonMobil, Shell, Sun Oil Company, and Unocal, and that SEPP has received grants from ExxonMobil.