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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 left
She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.
She had nothing left but her duty to his land and his son.
She was told by the manservant who opened the door that his lordship was engaged on work from which he had left strict orders he was not to be disturbed.
She stayed too late, and when she left, it was dark and time to go home and cook supper for her husband.
She was glad the fat man had left.
She wouldn't be going to get that for an hour or so after Katya had left, go do the daily shopping.
She had left the party early, pleading a headache.
She said she didn't know a thing -- Tim had left the house at six in the morning, as usual.
She found herself wishing an old wish, that she had told Doaty she was running away, that she had left something more behind her than the loving, sorry note and her best garnet pin.
She sighed a dirty word and left.
Just before Myra left -- She was saying good-by to Cathy, and she didn't realize I was near ''.
She must have seen the ring on my left hand.
She had a funny little scar on her stomach, on the left side.
She says that at her age there is nothing much left to fear.
She returned home at Christmas, 1839, joining Charlotte and Emily, who had left their positions, and Branwell.
She left Bill in Hope with grandparents Eldridge and Edith Cassidy, who owned and ran a small grocery store.
She left nearly all her property to the National Trust, including over of land, sixteen farms, cottages and herds of cattle and Herdwick sheep.
It was restored to his widow, at the pleading of the poet André Chénier ; " She is old ", he urged, " she is seventy-six, and her husband has left her no heritage save his illustrious name, his virtues and his poverty.
She never left Haworth for more than a few weeks at a time as she did not want to leave her ageing father.
She admitted in an interview given that year that the fairies might have been " figments of my imagination ", but left open the possibility she believed that she had somehow managed to photograph her thoughts.
She left for Paris with cousin May Whitlock, forsaking several suitors and overcoming the objections of her family.
She left the production on December 30, 2007, and later returned from August 26, 2008 until the production closed on January 11, 2009.
She left college during The Great Depression to work as a secretary at the Fletcher Trust Company in Indianapolis.
She eventually left the bench in 1998 and devoted herself full-time to her website and books in September 1999.
She somersaulted and plunged back into the lake, nose first and biased towards the left side.

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