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She and asked
She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??
She asked smolderingly.
She asked.
She asked if I had other advice and, heady with success, I rushed it in, I hope not too late.
She asked, taking him and Juanita into the parlor where the shutters were closed against the afternoon sun.
She asked him, seeing Juanita's eyes grow bleak.
She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.
She asked Bobby Joe that night.
She had asked.
She asked.
She went downstairs and received another curious shock, for when Glendora flapped into the dining room in her homemade moccasins, Sarah asked her when she had brought coffee to her room and Glendora said she hadn't.
She asked steadily.
She telephoned the junior partner of her law firm, Martin Stacy, and asked him to call at her hotel that evening.
She asked, winking wildly.
She asked.
She asked, turning slowly.
She asked, turning suddenly.
She asked suddenly.
She asked him.
She asked, in a way that seemed oddly sophisticated, considerate, and yet perhaps partly scornful.
She asked him.
She asked Bobbie.
She asked gently.
She asked.

She and with
She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.
She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.
She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.
She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.
She was standing with her back to the glass door.
She raised a protesting hand with a startled air.
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 cackled with mirth, showing the stumps of betel-stained teeth.
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 would look at Jack, with that hidden something in her eyes, and Jack would see the Woman and become breathless and a little sick.
She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.
She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.
She said with intense feeling: `` Come near, let me feel your arms.
She daubed at her swimming eyes with a lacy handkerchief and said with obvious emotion: `` That poor boy!!
She, too, is concerned with `` the becoming, the process of realization '', but she does not think in terms of subtle variations of spatial or temporal patterns.
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 opened the boxes with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face.
She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.
She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.
She had to clean the glass on the display cases in the butcher shop, help her brother scrub the cutting tables with wire brushes, mop the floors, put down new sawdust on the floors and help check the outgoing orders.
She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.
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 had, with her own work-weary hands, put seeds in the ground, watched them sprout, bud, blossom, and get ready to bear.

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