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She was on good terms with her mother-in-law, Cecily Neville, Duchess of York, with whom she discussed religious works, such as the one written by Mechtilde of Hackeborn.
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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 on
She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.
She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.
She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.
She went on:
She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??
She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.
She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.
She was nude to the waist and her tumbled abundance of black hair did not conceal the knife slashes on her back.
She remained squatting on her heels all the time we were there ; ;
She read everything else she could get her hands on, including an article ( she thinks it was in the Atlantic Monthly ) by Mark Twain on `` White Slavery ''.
She wrote in her journal, `` I have not heard the least profane language since I have been on board the vessel.
She kept the dolls on the Lincoln bed.
She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.
She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.
She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.
She smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.
She had even steeled herself to keep Juanita upstairs in the nurse's room off the empty nursery, although the girl tried to insist on moving back to the quarters to spare Kate remembrance of the baby's death.
She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.
She was still laughing when I grabbed her and started rolling her on the bed.
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 signed the letters quickly, stamped them, and placed them on the hall table for Raphael to mail in town.
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