There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

There, to the Evening Post, she emphatically denied the divorce rumors and explained that she had stayed behind because of the schooling of their son, which henceforth would be strictly American.

There were times now, like this, when she lost control of the time count and moved freely back and forth into three generations.

There was one of the new forte-pianos in the room and, as Claire rose to go, he asked her to sing him one song before she left.

There she extracted two limp vellum sheets and wrote off the letters, one to Abel, one to Mark.

There is a death in all partings, she knew, and promptly put it out of her mind.

There was not anything she could do there, but that was where everyone was, or would be.

There were times it wasn't right to make a person happy, like the times she came in the kitchen and asked know we don't keep peanut `` butter for a peanut butter sandwich.

There is reason to suppose that Lucy would have made a record as publicly distinguished as her brother had it not been that her mother's death occurred just as she was about to enter college.

There was a wet spot -- she couldn't have been gone long ''.

There they continued their studies at the university, she in art, he in architecture.

There also came a brief contretemps with the sound mixers who made the mistake of being overheard during a quiet moment near the conclusion of `` Do It Again '', and she made the tart observation that `` I never saw so much moving about in an audience ''.

There was a letter to write to her mother, and she tried to make its tone cheerful.

There was a momentary pause, and then her mother said, `` How long is she supposed to stay ''??

There she walked to the far left and leaned on a vacant section of banister, while the vendor picked himself another well-dressed American lady, carrying a camera and a handsome alligator bag, ascending the steps alone.

There are two types of allophones, based on whether a phoneme must be pronounced using a specific allophone in a specific situation, or whether the speaker has freedom to ( unconsciously ) choose which allophone he or she will use.

In 2007, she wrote that she did not want to belittle the issue but was sceptical of the claims that specific actions would prevent catastrophe, then in 2008 that her doubts had been “ crystalised ” by Nigel Lawson's book An Appeal to Reason, before stating in 2009 that " There is no climate change, hasn ’ t anybody looked out of their window recently?

Fay disappears, and hiding from the police, admits that she hopes for one miracle-for a hero who can come and deliver the town from the madness (“ There Won't Be Trumpets ”).

There is uncertainty about her intentions when she tells Job to curse God but it is clear that Job honors her by the way he talks about her in Chapter 31.

There she sketched and explored an area that nourished her imagination and her observation.

There is a belief that she was buried between platforms 9 and 10 in King's Cross station in London, England.

`` There isn't anything left to say, is there, Keith ''??

There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.

There is nothing for you '', Matsuo said.

There is much truth in both these charges, and not many Bourbons deny them.

There is unceasing pressure, but its sources are immediate.

There is little time for the men in the command centers to reflect about the implications of these clocks.

There is no room for error or waste.

There is a New South emerging, a South losing the folksy traditions of an agrarian society with the rapidity of an avalanche -- especially within recent decades.

There is a haunting resemblance between the notion of cause in Copernicus and in Freud.

There is still the remote possibility of planetoid collision.

There is the unexplainable, and there art raises questions that it does not attempt to answer ''.

There is nothing holy in wedlock.

There is no more `` plot '' than that ; ;

There is a legend ( Hawthorne records it in his `` English Notebooks ''.

It consists of fragmentary personal revelations, such as `` The Spark '': `` There is a spark dwells deep within my soul.

There is only one catch to this idyllic arrangement: Adam Smith was wrong.

Harris J. Griston, in Shaking The Dust From Shakespeare ( 216 ), writes: `` There is not a word spoken by Shylock which one would expect from a real Jew ''.

There is no justification for such misrepresentation.

There is no socially existential answer to the question.

There is no selectivity ; ;

There is probably some significance in the fact that two of the best incest stories I have encountered in recent years are burlesques of the incest myth.

There is no necessity, I suppose, to assert that Mr. Faulkner is Southern.

There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.

There may be a case of this sort, but it is not one we wish to argue, here.