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.

According to historian Robert Nisbet Bain, it was one of Elizabeth ’ s “ chief glories that, so far as she was able, she put a stop to that mischievous contention of rival ambitions at Court, which had disgraced the reigns of Peter II, Anne and Ivan VI, and enabled foreign powers to freely interfere in the domestic affairs of Russia .” She was also deeply religious, passing several pieces of legislation that undid much of the work her father had done to limit the power of the church.

She is very aggressive, mischievous to a fault and totally disrespectful, but can be a good friend when she wants to.

She was described by critics as mischievous, unpredictable, impulsive, rattlebrained, teasing, piquant, rollicking, cheerful and devilish.

She has a playful, mischievous personality, delighting in baiting the Doctor and getting into trouble.

She is continually losing her mischievous kittens.

She is full of vigor and is very mischievous.

She is mischievous, and is the one who stole the Rainbow for Madame Luna.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

`` I '' -- She broke off, frowning.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She realized I'd have to notify the police, but fervently hoped I could avoid mentioning her name.

She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.

She used to tell me, `` When I stand there and look at the flag blowing this way and that way, I have the wonderful, safe feeling that Americans are protected no matter which way the wind blows ''.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She asked if I had other advice and, heady with success, I rushed it in, I hope not too late.

She said, `` I notice the girl from across the street hasn't bothered to phone or visit ''.

She got so drunk I had to take her home.

She was still laughing when I grabbed her and started rolling her on the bed.

She gave the nastiest laugh I ever heard.

She had surprised Hans like she had surprised me when she said she'd go, and then she surprised him again when she came back so quick like she must have, because when I came in with the snow she was there with a bottle with three white feathers on its label and Hans was holding it angrily by the throat.

She it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.

She said to the saleslady, `` I want a dress to put on around the house ''.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

She looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.

She says later, but still within the opening five minutes, `` I keep thinking of a divorce but that's another emotional death ''.