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 stood, once more listening.

She enjoyed listening to the radio, and to records by Nat " King " Cole and Sarah Vaughan.

She began singing in the local choir and expanded her listening to blues singers such as Odetta, Billie Holiday and Big Mama Thornton.

I didn't relate to Sharon Tate as being anything but a store mannequin ... sounded just like an IBM machine ... She kept begging and pleading and pleading and begging, and I got sick of listening to her, so I stabbed her.

Henry Pleasants, an American classical-music critic, wrote this about her: She has a lovely voice, one of the warmest and most radiant in its natural range that I have heard in a lifetime of listening to singers in every category.

She learned four chords, which enabled her to play rhythm and blues, the music she was listening to at the time.

She loves music and can often be seen with a " boogie box " ( a CD-player ) towing behind her or listening to headphones rather than teacher.

She wrote to the World Service " Waveguide " program complaining that her listening had been spoiled by a female voice reading out numbers in English and she asked the announcer what this interference was.

She is a Welsh-speaker: in the first volume of her autobiography ( Private Faces ) she notes that she spoke only Welsh for much of her childhood, learning English by listening to the radio.

She enjoys listening to R & B music.

She will be releasing an album of self-written music ( originally planned for January 2008 ), which will be preceded by a single, I Don't Need You Anymore which she revealed is " about a narcotic, but I guess if you were listening to it, you could relate it to anything you liked.

She also relates to the power of listening and grasping speech and converting it back to knowledge and thought.

She made a cameo appearance in the film Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny, as a passer-by listening to the duo on the boardwalk.

She is pretty and popular and generally well-liked by her classmates, and her interests include photography, journalism, and listening to rock music.

She also demonstrates an insight into the more disturbing aspects of childhood nature, as she enjoys listening to the sound of children playing while she is reading, but always positions herself at such a distance that she is unable to hear what the children are saying, lest she find it unsettling.

She honed her technique by listening to other sopranos, reading old singing-method books, and doing piano exercises with her voice instead of using a keyboard.

She was 15 when she started, so you were listening to a 15-year-old.

She stated that she had stabbed Tate because she was " sick of listening to her, pleading and begging, begging and pleading ".

She learned to play guitar at the age of 10 and grew up listening to her father's collection of music, which included artists such as Peter Seeger and the Kingston Trio.

She started listening to recordings of Marian Anderson and Leontyne Price whom Norman credits as being inspiring figures in her career.

She describes herself as a stay-at-home person, and likes watching DVDs, listening to music, and reading books.

She was followed by Wilson Bugembe, another musician who was readily embraced by the listening public with his songs becoming national hits, cutting across all demographics.

She grew up listening to Aretha Franklin and Roberta Flack.

She slipped her tow at 23: 00 for the forty-mile journey through hazardous wrecks, minefields and listening posts to reach the Takao.