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She and wondered
She wondered whether Stanley would call.
She wondered, with a baffled feeling of helplessness.
She also said in an interview: " I have wondered about lesbianism ... At various times in my life I wanted to be open to the possibility of having a woman as a lover.
Concluding his review, Moore wondered at the success which had greeted She:
She wondered if Julian and Caroline were having another one of their battle royales.
She wondered if " fixed action patterns ," or highly repeatable movements seen in birds and other animals, were also relevant to the control and development of human infants
She wondered whether the swirls represented lost energy, and, if so, whether paddles could be made to be more efficient.
She called watching the film " punishment " and wondered how someone's real death inspired this " entertainment ". The Independent praised its departure from the generic rules of the horror film genre.

She and what
She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;
She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;
She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??
She came from Ohio, from what she called a `` small farm '' of two hundred acres, as indeed it was to farmer-type farmers.
She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.
She showed us what had happened to her.
She said, `` My dear, do you know what Kent House is ''??
She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.
She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.
She had begun to turn back toward the house, but his look caught her and she stood still, waiting there for what his expression indicated would be a serious word of farewell.
She stammered, `` You heard what he said about police??
She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.
She ate what she could and went out along the covered passageway, with the rain dripping from the vines.
She doled out what Glendora vaguely guessed were the right amounts of dried peas, eggs, cornmeal, a little salt.
She could always predict what Stanley was going to do, ever since she first met him.
She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.
She calmly repeated what Moore had told me.
She felt mindless, walking, and almost easy until the church spire told her she was near the cemetery, and she caught herself wondering what she would say to Doaty.
She managed a missionary drive for the church once and got the books so confused that old Mr. Webber, the eldest elder, who'd never donated more than five dollars to anything, had to cough up five hundred dollars to avoid a scandal in what Edythe called `` the bosoms of the church ''.
She knew what people were thinking ; ;
She said what she meant and let it be.
She discovered the quality and depth of her feelings in the wordless transitions between what she could say and what she could not say.
She contended that this understanding was what enabled the biblical Jesus to heal and accords with the Scripture: " We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us ; he that is not of God heareth not us.

She and had
She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.
She had helped him change his mind.
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 had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.
She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.
She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.
She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.
She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.
She had to escape.
She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.
She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.
She had arrived this morning and come straight to the English Gardens.
She had retreated to this world.
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 had hated the whole idea before they started.
She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.
She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.
She might have been someone he had once loved.
She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.
She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.

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