She started to brush the dirt and bits of leaves off her clothes.

What Joyce wanted me to do was go to Thor's house and `` do whatever detectives do '', and get her clothes -- and handbag containing her identification.

The artist looks at an ankle, a calf, a bosom and, in his mind's eye, the clothes drop away and he sees her as she really is.

If it were not that I knew who it was I could have mistaken it for my Aunt so well did her clothes fit him.

He drew a long breath and opened the trunk and hung out her clothes and spoilables upon the wagon ribs.

Her clothes, her hair, everything about her is both graceful and simple.

Aggie might fly into a closet, shut the door and bury her head in the clothes ; ;

I wrote her that I'd met up with Eileen and that old bonds had proved too strong and asked her to send my clothes down by express.

Ma poked her toe in the kid's clothes.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

`` This is moving day '', Winston reminded her, `` and I bet you left things every which way upstairs, your clothes all over the floor and the bed not made.

It hung in all her day clothes, sweet and strong ; ;

To be Katharine Ross, and work in a nicer shop somewhere, at a little more money so she could have prettier clothes, and learn ladies' manners and all like that, and get to know different people than up to now, not just the ones like her here, with foreign-sounding names, the ones went to the same church and -- Different place, different job, different people, she'd be all different too.

Rilly or Glendora had entered her room while she slept, bringing back her washed clothes.

The attractive Greer Garson, who loves beautiful clothes and selects them as carefully as she does her professional roles, prefers timeless classical designs.

Maggie couldn't seem to get her strength back or catch up with herself with all she had to do: there was the big basket of clothes to be coaxed through the rackety old washer and lugged out and lugged back ; ;

`` Evadna Mae Evans got all her baby clothes from Best's Liliputian Bazaar in New York, and I'm sick and tired of hearing about Evadna Mae Evans ''.

Those elegant `` At Home '' cards she sent out, now she could wear her pretty clothes again, and had the house all trimmed up, hadn't brought many callers in two whole months.

For Rachel, conceded to be the prettiest of the Szold girls -- and she did make a pretty picture sitting in the grape-arbor strumming her guitar and singing in her silvery tones -- there was no particular March counterpart ; ;

Carrying it to the living room, she imagined the picture she made: tall and roundly slim, a bit sophisticated in her yellow sheath, with a graceful swingy walk that she had learned as a twirler with the school band.

A picture of her in high school comes from a younger schoolmate, Albert S. Flint, friend of her brother Winslow, and later, like Winslow, a noted astronomer.

I remember her because she didn't want her picture in the paper.

`` This is a long picture and a controversial one, but basically it is a moral, enthralling and heartbreaking description of humans who have become unlinked from life as perhaps Rome has from her traditional political, cultural and religious glories ''.

She studied book illustration from a young age and developed her own tastes, but the work of the picture book triumvirate Walter Crane, Kate Greenaway and Randolph Caldecott, the last an illustrator whose work was later collected by her father, was a great influence.

On June 6, 2012 her wedding picture was featured on the cover of People magazine.

The picture of the Madame shows her wearing an unadorned white dress, holding her young child's hand as they lean against a bed.

The picture of Elizabeth painted by her Protestant admirers of the early 17th century has proved lasting and influential.

For her contribution to the motion picture industry, Wray was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6349 Hollywood Blvd.

The finder records the location using their GPS hand-held receiver and often takes a picture at the location showing the named object and his or her GPS receiver.

Tubgirl is a redirect to a picture, containing a masked, naked woman ( Real name Janie Heekin, from Cincinnati, Ohio ) lying in a bathtub, buttocks raised with her legs over her head, projecting a fountain of orange / yellow liquid ( allegedly the result of an orange juice enema ) from her anus onto her face.

In the smaller picture Mary averts her eyes and folds her hands in a gesture that symbolised submission to God's will.

She accompanied him so closely that Aztec codices always show her picture drawn alongside of Cortés.

Pickford made her last Biograph picture, The New York Hat, in late 1912 and returned to Broadway in the David Belasco production of A Good Little Devil.

In her excitement she wrote, " O how wild I am to get to work, my fingers farely itch & my eyes water to see a fine picture again ".

He was well rid of her.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

It must have hurt her even to walk, for the sole was completely off her left foot and Morgan saw that it was bruised and bleeding.

He treats her like she was dirt.

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

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.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and went down on one knee, taking her weight so that some of the wind was driven out of him.

He got up slowly, and she was already on her feet, and he stood facing her.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.

That girl last night, what was her name??

It was the only thing about her that was the least bit hard to remember.

So simple, in fact, that it might even work -- although Pamela, now, in her new frame of mind, was careful not to pretend too much assurance.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

It was there that she would have to enact her renunciation, beg forgiveness.