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 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 has the small, highly developed body of a prime athlete, and holds in contempt the `` girls who just move sex ''.

She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.

She just wouldn't listen.

She was just another freighter from the States, and she seemed as commonplace as her name.

She whirled and faced him, roaring terribly, and Ulyate, watching through the leaves, could not understand why she did not charge and obliterate him, because he wouldn't have much of a chance of getting away, in that thick growth, but she seemed just a trace uncertain ; ;

She was just waking up when we found her at the garage ''.

She mumbled, `` I just know that Chief Moore is out to kill my Tim ''!!

She said, when she learned Jackie was heading home: `` I'm just speculating, but I have to think Jack feels he's hurting Boston's chances ''.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

She started to move away, just as a woman came out of the cottage, a big-boned, drab-haired figure with a clean apron tied over her limp print dress.

She had been in Japan just one week.

She could not count the times Herman had rapped on the door, just a couple of bangs that shook the whole damned closet and might, someday, break away the pipe connections from the wall.

She was at the moment just a small, walking package, being delivered to her aunt's and uncle's house.

She was eating bread and cheese just as fast as she possibly could, and washing it down with red wine.

She would see them, looking just as they had in the books, and this would make up a part of her delight.

She was a virgin huntress, just like Artemis and proud of her maidenhood.

She supported the efforts of the National Trust to preserve not just the places of extraordinary beauty, but those heads of valley and low grazing lands that would be irreparably ruined by development.

She said their cause was just, and the deities were on their side ; the one legion that had dared to face them had been destroyed.

She remembers that her father was such a fan of Bessie Smith, " he once rode 50 miles on horseback just to see her perform live.

She made a public statement after her release, saying: " I would just like to thank the court for allowing me these 90 days ... helped me deal with a very gnarly drug problem, which is behind me ...

" She attended the Misses Lyman School and was just an average student, though she did well in French and Natural History.

She married Henry VIII, who had only just acceded to the throne, in a private ceremony at Greenwich Church.