She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She just about made me carry her upstairs and then she clung to me and wouldn't let me go.

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 had made curtains for all the windows of her little house, and she had kept it spotless and neat, shabby as it was, and cooked good meals for Bobby Joe.

She had talked to him right there, with the hot sun in his face, which made him sweat and feel ashamed.

She made General Burnside's horse's belly do so funny when it was upside down.

She had been moving in cafe society as Lady Diana Harrington, a name that made some of the gossip columns.

She teamed up with another beauty, whose name has been lost to history, and commenced with some fiddling that would have made Nero envious.

She spoke also with deep thankfulness of the many individuals and agencies whose interest and efforts through the years had made the work so fruitful in results.

She had reason to change the one she made right after Mr. Meeker's death.

She made a face at him and then she laughed.

She was thinking of Paul a few weeks ago, in the Easter holidays, with her at one of those awful Friday Evening Dancing Class parties her mother had made her attend.

She made better pictures than any book he'd read, but he didn't say so.

She made me welcome.

She felt, and said, that sympathy only made people feel sorry for themselves ; ;

The Irish were gay but made trouble in the house ; the English were of all kinds " She proposes this, after the fact, knowing the chosen Charlotte lasts decades.

She also has a habit of constantly changing her hairstyle, and in every appearance by her much is made of the clothes and hats she wears.

She has been made the heroine of a tragedy by François Ponsard, Agnès de Méranie, and of an opera by Vincenzo Bellini, La straniera.

She became a national figure in 1991 when she alleged that U. S. Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas had made harassing sexual statements when he was her supervisor at the U. S. Department of Education and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.

She testified that after leaving the EEOC, she had had two " inconsequential " phone conversations with Thomas, and had seen him personally on two occasions ; once to get a job reference and the second time when he made a public appearance in Oklahoma where she was teaching.

She made sure that Abd ar-Rahman's education was conducted with some rigorousness.

She was beloved by two gods, Hermes and Apollo, and boasted that she was prettier than Artemis because she made two gods fall in love with her at once.

She made substantial contributions to the PBS documentary series Cosmos and was the third wife of the late Carl Sagan.

She finds favor in the king's eyes, and is made his new queen.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She had helped him change his mind.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

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

She began it deliberately, so that none of her words would be lost on him.

She yanked away from him furiously.

She studied him hopefully, yearningly ; ;

She looked at him, lips compressed.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

She snapped at him.

She grabbed at Feathertop's sleeve and shrieked, `` Help him!!

She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She couldn't cook or clean or make him comfortable.

She tells him of the consequences of his behavior.

She would hover over him and, looking like her brother, anxiously watch the progress of Scotty's fork or spoon.

She did not touch him.

She turned to him again.

She envied him.