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 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 touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She raised her face and nodded, `` It's sweet, and very sad ''.

She drank and pushed back her gingham bonnet to wet a kerchief and wipe her face.

She could not face coffee or tea without milk, and was always craving types of food that were not available aboard a sailing ship.

She opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She smiled, and the teeth gleamed in her beautifully modeled olive face.

She was forty-nine at this time, a lanky woman of breeding with an austere, narrow face which had the distinction of a steeple or some architecture that had been designed long ago for a stubborn sort of prayer.

She had talked to him right there, with the hot sun in his face, which made him sweat and feel ashamed.

She thought as warm, drizzling rain touched her face.

She made a face at him and then she laughed.

She stared at the pale tracings on the tree, hearing her breath refracted from it, her face close and touching at time the rough edges of the bark.

She did not look at him, but he noticed that her face was flushed and her eyes unsteady.

She states: " Since we do not succeed in fleeing it, let us therefore try to look the truth in the face.

She reportedly slapped Eugénie across the face, almost resulting in an international incident.

She said their cause was just, and the deities were on their side ; the one legion that had dared to face them had been destroyed.

" She was one of the greatest pantomime artists I have ever seen ", he said, " it was through watching her that I learned not only how to express emotions with my hands and face, but also how to observe and study people.

She takes the form of a huge bladder of a creature whose face is all mouth and whose arms and legs are flippers.

She bases this reading on Genesis 1, calling that the true record of creation in contrast to Genesis 2, the false record of creation obscuring the true ( which occurred when " a mist went up from the face of the ground ").

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She had to hurdle a barbecue pit to touch Lady Bird Johnson, she accidentally knocked Pat Nixon down, and Nancy Reagan told her to get out of her face or she'd have her arrested.

She occasionally throws up the terrible offspring of our pride and carelessness to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake or a Godzilla.

" She further wrote that although " Islamic historians agree that the prophet Muhammad never hit a woman, it is also clear that Muslim communities face a domestic violence problem.