She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She had stood at the bottom of the stairs, as usual, when Mrs. Coolidge came down, in the same dress that is now in the Smithsonian, to greet her guests.

She came to the ballroom and stood on the two carpeted steps that led down to it.

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 stood clutching her shawl around her shoulders until he had swung the car onto the road.

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 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.

She stood still over the leg of lamb, rubbing herbs into it, quite suddenly conscious of a nausea in her stomach and a feeling of wrath, a sensation of violence that started her shivering.

She measured the distance from where they stood to the men and the gun, measured the distance from the men to the back room.

She stood for a moment, rain dripping from the trees over her head, thinking of Maude.

She stood frowning and chewing her lip.

She smoothed the skirt, sat down, then stood up and went back to the windows.

She stood there, watching Holden come in, and she put the piece of toast in her mouth and bit off one corner with a huge chomp of her white teeth.

She stood sipping and chewing and watching.

She stood indecisively for a moment, then walked down the hall ; ;

She stood, once more listening.

She stood gazing at him.

She bettered this mark in 1990 with a speed of-a record which stood until 1993.

She, like her sister, fled to Jordan and has stood up for her father's rights.

She had a busy official role from 1932 to 1939 and, following her husband's death, stood for Parliament herself, becoming Australia's first female Member of the House of Representatives, and later first woman in Cabinet, joining the Menzies Cabinet in 1951.

She later explained her belief that her hair – which " had never been combed and ... stood out like a bushel basket " – might have saved her life.

" The Earl stood by his wife, asking his colleagues to intercede for her ; there was no hope: " She Queen doth take every occasion by my marriage to withdraw any good from me ", Leicester wrote still after seven years of marriage.

She found that T. horridus and several other species belonged together, and T. prorsus and T. brevicornus stood alone, and since there were many more specimens in the first group, she suggested that this meant the two groups were two species.

She stood as godmother for Matilda of Scotland, who would become Queen of England after marrying Matilda's son Henry I.

She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.

She wasn't quite sure that I felt enough remorse about my drinking, or that I would not return to it once I was out and on my own again.

She may not have been exact on this number, but others here feel quite certain that the percentage would be less than ten.

She is not herself from the aristocracy or landed gentry, but is quite at home among them ; Miss Marple would probably have been happy to describe herself as a gentlewoman.

Catherine was quite short in stature with long red hair, wide blue eyes, a round face, and a fair complexion. She was descended, on her maternal side, from the English royal house ; her great-grandmother Catherine of Lancaster, after whom she was named, and her great-great-grandmother Philippa of Lancaster were both daughters of John of Gaunt and granddaughters of Edward III of England.

She was the sister of the socialist activist Max Eastman, with whom she was quite close throughout her life.

She concluded that lucid dreams were a category of experience quite distinct from ordinary dreams, and predicted that they would turn out to be associated with rapid eye movement sleep ( REM sleep ).

She became quite involved with the Foster Grandparents Program, helping to popularize it in the United States, then in Australia.

She noted that although most people " hold their belief in reincarnation quite lightly " and were unclear on the details of their ideas, personal experiences such as past-life memories and near-death experiences had influenced most believers, although only a few had direct experience of these phenomena.

She spoke quite loudly.

She is essentially assimilative and benign, and embraces several otherwise quite disparate functions, She can give military victory, sexual success, good fortune and prosperity.

She wrote to a friend, Charlotte Murchison, in November that year: " Perhaps you will laugh when I say that the death of my old faithful dog has quite upset me, the cliff that fell upon him and killed him in a moment before my eyes, and close to my feet ... it was but a moment between me and the same fate.

She appears to have become quite old and moved back to Täby where she had family, because the last chapter of her life is documented on two runestones in south-western Täby.

She answers that she is quite in awe of it.

She was a supporter of the Philosophy of the Enlightenment, and tried to win the king to its new ideas, albeit not quite as successfully as she hoped.

She has always seen herself as " a person with so much to sort out ", and this is why she has been in analysis for a quite a number of years.

She is depicted as almost, but not quite, human in form ; she has to have cosmetic surgery for the period of her visit in order to blend in with humanity.

She has the unique ability to float for seconds, much as she can in Super Mario Bros. 2, an advantage which is balanced by the fact that she is one of the lighter fighters and in Super Smash Bros. Brawl her killing ability has been decreased since Super Smash Bros. Melee and making kills in Brawl can prove to be quite difficult.

She turns out to be exactly the right person to leave in charge there, as she does not wish for the power of the Fount of the Four Worlds herself, but is quite happy to prevent others using it, since gaining its power destroyed the last of Brand's humanity, and she appears to have genuinely loved him, and lost him to his power-lust.

She is usually quite short, and thin, and looks no older than a fourteen-year-old human girl.

She is not quite as scientifically focused as her famed brother, toward whom she is less than reverent, though she clearly idolizes him.

Pliny records that Arria's son died at the same time as Caecina Paetus was quite ill. She apparently arranged and planned the child's funeral without her husband even knowing of his death.