The old woman arose stiffly and led me to a clearing where a small hut stood.

A cow owned by an old woman trespassed on Gorton's land.

The old woman complained to the deputy governor, who ordered the servant brought before the court.

the old woman with the stew.

He thought how this dainty, fragile older woman threading her way through the streets of Westminster on a day in June, enjoying the flowers in the shops, the greetings from old friends, but never really drawing a deep, passionate breath, was so like himself.

It was arranged that he would board in the home of one of the old members of the church, a woman named Catt who, as Wilson afterward found, was briefly referred to as The Cat because of her sharp tongue and fierce initiative.

Though this sculpture must take place thirty-three years after her moment of decision, he could not conceive of her as a woman in her mid-fifties, old, wrinkled, broken in body and face by labor or worry.

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.

Then she looked at the old woman again, her eyes calm.

The old woman, stubbornly reigning in the house above the crashing waters took on an ominous reality.

`` I guess it's children make a woman old.

There was a very old man and a young woman and a brood of children ranging from toddlers to teen-agers.

She was a large woman with a frizzled gray poodle cut and a pencil clamped like a bit between her teeth while she hunted and pecked on an old typewriter.

No need say anything at all to the old woman.

She'd say she didn't feel good on Sunday, couldn't go to church -- there'd be a little argument, but she could be stubborn -- and when the old woman had gone, quick pack the things she'd need to take, all but the dress she'd wear Monday, and take the bag down to that place in the station where you could put things in a locker overnight, for a dime.

`` You sound like an old woman.

`` Julia had -- has -- an old Indian woman cooking for her -- Nellie Harris.

Nellie Harris wasn't old, she was ancient -- a tiny shriveled woman with a face like a tan prune.

Just the same, the old woman said, she would write to her nephew in his boxcar and tell him she had met a nice man from his adopted country.

A very great Pope, this one, the old woman explained, her black eyes sparkling.

Alex quells the rebellion by slashing Dim's hand and fighting with Georgie, then in a show of generosity takes them to a bar, where Alex insists on following through on Georgie's idea to burgle the home of a wealthy old woman.

Aphrodite figures as a secondary character in the Tale of Eros and Psyche, which first appeared as a digressive story told by an old woman in Lucius Apuleius ' novel, The Golden Ass, written in the second century AD.

He was old enough to be in the midst of his literary studies, to understand the real meaning and worth of the dissolute and licentious lives of his companions, and to have been deeply affected himself by the love of a woman ( Ibid.

Commissioned by Ammannati for funeral of his wife poetess Laura Battiferri ( painted as old woman with the book ).

Six hundred and forty acres, the old man back in St. Louis had said ; ;

Had the situation been reversed, had, for instance, England been the enemy in 1898 because of issues of concern chiefly to New England, there is little doubt that large numbers of Southerners would have happily put on their old Confederate uniforms to fight as allies of Britain.

Here, in the old days -- when they had come to see the moon or displays of fireworks -- sat the king and his court while priests, soldiers, and other members of the party lounged in the smaller alcoves between.

Jay had participated in the decision that exiled his old friend Van Schaack.

When, in 1832, the South Carolina nullifiers adopted the principle of state interposition which Madison had advanced in his old Virginia Resolve, they elicited no encouragement from that senior statesman.

At the moment of crisis it had no more depth than an old school tie.

He had worked in the newspaper business since he was nineteen years old, always for the Hearst service.

Fulton was a very close friend of Jackson, and had been his private secretary for a number of years in the old days.

Getting out again, seeing old friends, had given his spirits a lift.

His mother Bess, who could not write herself, reminded her husband through Sturley to buy the apron he had promised her and `` a suite of hattes for 5 boies the yongst lined & trimmed with silke '' ( for John, only a year old ).

He had unearthed Stephens's letters in a New Jersey farmhouse and he discovered Stephens's unmarked grave in an old cemetery on the east side of New York, where the great traveller had been hastily buried during a cholera epidemic.

As a naturalist living for two years at the headwaters of the Amazon, he had collected specimens for Mexican museums, and he had taken to the London zoo a live quetzal, the sacred bird of the old Mayans.

Never hearing from him again, I remembered the little boy of whom I had had such doubts when he was ten years old.

To the Weston house came once William Allen Neilson, the president of Smith College who had been one of my old professors and who still called me `` Boy '' when I was sixty.

I must have written to say how much I had enjoyed his fine book The Building Of Eternal Rome, and I found he had not regretted giving me the highest mark in his old course on the later Latin poets, although in my final examination I had ignored the questions and filled the bluebook with a comparison of Propertius and Coleridge.

Two or three times, C. C. Burlingham came to lunch with us in Weston, that wonderful man who lived to be more than a hundred years old and whose birthplace had been my Wall Street suburb.

His reading ranged from Agatha Christie to The Book Of Job and he had an insatiable interest in his fellow-creatures, while his letters were full of gossip about new politicians and old men of letters with whom he had been intimately thrown six decades before.

Mr. Burlingham, -- `` C.C.B. '' -- wrote to me once about an old friend of mine, S. K. Ratcliffe, whom I had first met in London in 1914 and who also came out for a week-end in Weston.

The excesses of nationalism had brought down upon Europe a generation of tyranny and war, and a return to the old order of things seemed unthinkable.