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 would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.

She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

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 could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.

She was certain now that it would be no harder to bear her child here in such pleasant surroundings than at home in the big white house in Haverhill.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

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 would not accept the death of such a little child.

She stood there, a large old woman, smiling at the things she would say to him in the morning, this big foolish baby of a son.

She and her husband had formerly lived in New York, where she had many friends, but Mr. Flannagan thought the country would be safer in case of war.

She would rather live in danger than die of loneliness and boredom.

She would have said triumph.

She was personally sloppy, and when she had colds would blow her nose in the same handkerchief all day and keep it, soaking wet, dangling from her waist, and when she gardened she would eat dinner with dirt on her calves.

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 said, `` My dear, do you know what Kent House is ''??

She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.

She had done all the things she had promised herself she would do, but she had not thought of this.

She made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.

She could do no wrong at the tables that time.

She had it all planned out, how she'd do.

She wouldn't be going to get that for an hour or so after Katya had left, go do the daily shopping.

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 could always predict what Stanley was going to do, ever since she first met him.

She refused to have a doctor, insisting there was nothing a doctor could do for her.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

She had a day of things to do ; ;

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

She proceeded to do, her first version being into verse.

She wrote, " Fleury is much less benign than Bouguereau and don't temper his severities … he hinted of possibilities before me and as he rose said the nicest thing of all, ' we will do all we can to help you '… I want these men … to know me and recognize that I can do something.

She resumed life with her family, and they supported her fully, acknowledging her chosen path and demanding of her little in the way of household responsibilities, " I was never once asked to do an errand in town, some bit of shopping … so well did they understand.

" She summed up her driving work ethic, " I can say this: When I attempt anything, I have a passionate determination to overcome every obstacle … And I do my own work with a refusal to accept defeat that might almost be called painful.

She answers questions like How do I remove a snake from my car?

She would later advise her confessor and biographer, the Blessed Raymond of Capua, O. P., ( who went on to become Master General of the Order ) to do during times of trouble what she did now as a teenager: " Build a cell inside your mind, from which you can never flee.

She also commented on Dean's romantic side claiming that he will often do spontaneous things to surprise her and sometimes even writes her poems.

She has given live performances on various television shows, events and ceremonies ( her most recent appearance was in Gaoth Dobhair in the summer of 2005, which coincided with a tribute event to the Brennan family that took place in Letterkenny ), but she has yet to do a concert.

She refused to do either.

She proposed an alliance, something which she had refused to do when offered one by Feodor's father, but was turned down.