She stood quite still, trying to focus upon a direction in which to turn, a path to follow, a clue to guide her.

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 rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

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

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

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She pulled her legs up under her, to rise, her full peasant skirt drawing up her thighs, and Feathertop's music pfffted away.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She looked up and saw that, without knowing it, Mrs. Coolidge was holding it aloft.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She escaped, crawled through the usual mine fields, under barbed wire, was shot at, swam a river, and we finally picked her up in Linz.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.

`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.

She lost not a second, picking herself up and continuing her pilgrimage to Laura.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She sprang up and went swiftly to the bedroom.

She swung her eyes up to the blue of the window, her jaws gently mashing the bitter beans.

She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.

She had felt that her arm wanted to go up in the first trial, but had consciously prevented it from so doing.