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 scorned the love of the woodland gods Silvanus and Picus, but married Vertumnus after he tricked her, disguised as an old woman.

It was " the first time that Elisabeth had met with men of character in Franz Joseph's realm, and she became acquainted with an aristocratic independence that scorned to hide its sentiments behind courtly forms of speech ... She felt her innermost soul reach out in sympathy to the proud, steadfast people of this land ..." Unlike the archduchess, who despised the Magyars, Elisabeth felt such an affinity for them that she began to learn Hungarian ; the country reciprocated in its adoration of her.

She decides to plead guilty to protect the children from being scorned by her past life.

She landed her first lead role in the 1973 television movie The Girl Most Likely to ..., a black comedy written by Joan Rivers about an ugly duckling woman whose car accident leads to plastic surgery ; newly beautiful, she vows murderous revenge on all who had scorned her.

She and Xander are attracted to each other, but Anya's thousand-year history of embodying the wrath of scorned women creates friction between them and they must figure out what their relationship means.

She proclaimed her love for him many times, but he scorned her with his memories of her from the Age of Legends.

She was an admirer of Jane Austen and of Scott ( although she had reservations about some works of his ), but scorned John Galt and John Gibson Lockhart.

She stays with his parents, who are scorned and harassed in their village, and works the rice fields with them.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.

She lived by the rules, never compromising, never blinded or diverted by circumstance.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She quickly exploited the exalted position she now occupied, by harassing the disorganized males and even putting many of them to death.

She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.

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 describes, first, the imaginary reaction of a foreigner puzzled by this `` unseasonable exultation '' ; ;

She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She put the slipper neatly by its mate at the foot of the bed.

She was intimidated by the stove.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

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 concluded by asking for a brief interview -- `` to settle with you where '' -- and she threw in a tribute to his `` gentle manners '' and `` the wild originality of your countenance ''.

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 hopes that all will support the contestants from our own community by attending our Pageants and the State Pageant June 17 ; ;

She is owned by Ralph H. Kroening, Milwaukee, Wis., who, according to the railbirds, can feel justly proud of her.

She explained nonreactivity of others by saying that they were `` not letting themselves relax ''.

She was succeeded by Clarence Goyette.

She retreated by leaving the room when we suggested that our meeting might well terminate right then and there.

She did not go so far as to say, as was done on other occasions, that Abstraction as well as Impressionism were a Russian invention that had been discarded as unwanted by the people of the U.S.S.R.

She quickly moved into cafe society, possibly easing her conscience by talking constantly of her desire to be in show business.