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 later develops mindreading, telekinesis and precognition abilities, but is also uniquely vulnerable to telepathic control by alien forces.

She was quoted as stating that the formation of a group of countries led by the United States for this purpose was a challenge to the role of the United Nations, which she believed was uniquely qualified for the task.

She blended these two themes in ways uniquely her own.

She was committed to the development of a uniquely Australian form of literature, and she actively pursued this goal by supporting writers, literary journals, and writers ' organisations.

She is venerated by the Roman Catholic Church as Saint Hedwig, where she is the patron saint of queens.

She is venerated in the Anglican and Lutheran churches, but has never been canonized, or officially beatified, by the Catholic Church, probably because so little is known of her life aside from her writings, including the exact date of her death.

She had an image ( simulacrum ) in the Forum, and her cultus, as Festus notes, spread from there throughout the neighborhoods ( vici ) of the city .< ref > Festus 416 ( edition of Lindsay ): " An image of Stata Mater used to be venerated in the Forum.

She is venerated in Vodou as LaSiren.

She appeared upon a pillar, Nuestra Señora del Pilar, and that pillar is conserved and venerated within the present Basilica of Our Lady of the Pillar, in Zaragoza, Spain.

She is also venerated as a saint in the Anglican Church.

She was venerated by people seeking relief from tribulations, in particular by women who wished to be liberated (" disencumbered ") from abusive husbands.

She is honoured in the Roman Catholic Church where she is remembered and venerated for her outstanding Christian virtues, particularly the suffering against the adultery of her husband, and a prayerful life dedicated to the reformation of her son, who wrote extensively of her pious acts and life with her in his Confessions.

She was most venerated by wizards and those who used magic or magical items.

She was venerated as a saint immediately after her death, and a church was erected in her honour by Agnes, the third Abbess of Nivelles.

She was reportedly also venerated in Carthage under the name Allatu.

She can be venerated in the Our Lady of Guadalupe Shrine, located in the villa ( town ).

She was venerated by a number of Polish artists as a symbol of women fighting for the Polish cause.

She is still venerated in parts of the Kalinga district as an immortal princess-protector of her father's throne.

She is venerated in the Eastern Orthodox Church and is said to have died in 375.

She is venerated in Brussels, and is invoked for eye troubles and toothache.

She is venerated as a modern African saint, and as a statement against the brutal history of slavery.