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 was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She was not a girl, he could see.

She it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.

She would try to see over the bulge of her cheeks and somewhat under her teeth to the place where she was biting.

She could see that Mr. Gorboduc was intrigued ; ;

) She snarled terribly but intuition told him, again, that she was bluffing, and he could see that half her attention was distracted by the dogs.

She couldn't see how her death could affect Maude.

She couldn't see any reason why Maude would attempt to frighten 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 seemed so unimpressed that he was obliged to roll up his blue jeans so she could see his brace.

She is performing near Fredrik's home, and he brings Anne to see the play.

She remembers that her father was such a fan of Bessie Smith, " he once rode 50 miles on horseback just to see her perform live.

" ( Wills is quoted as saying, " I rode horeseback from the place between the rivers to Childress to see Bessie Smith ... She was about the greatest thing I had ever heard.

" She was allowed to see Thomas only for 40 minutes in the morning but returned in the afternoon and, in a drunken rage, threatened to kill Brinnin.

She did not have the opportunity to see her sons very often during her imprisonment, though she was released for special occasions such as Christmas.

* 642: She ascended the throne as Kōgyoku-tennō, and she stepped down in response to the assassination of Soga no Iruka ( see: Isshi Incident ).

She invited friends to see her daughter, including Sir Hans Sloane, the King's physician.

She read books, wrote letters, and played the lute ( see Bartolomeo Tromboncino ).

She was effortlessly more sexual and charming and eagerly undressed for Paris, and she did not mind displaying her breasts and vulva for him to see.

She awakened, he identified himself and offered her two choices: she could submit to his sexual advances and become his wife and future queen, or he would kill her and one of her slaves and place the bodies together, then claim he had caught her having adulterous sex ( see sexuality in ancient Rome for Roman attitudes toward sex ).