She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

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 did not call out.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She was ready to kill the beef, dress it out, and with vegetables from her garden was going to can soup, broth, hash, and stew against the winter.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She tried to find some way to draw him out, to help him.

She sought Kate out upstairs, her lips trembling.

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 was looking out at the garden.

She held out her hand to show that she had money.

She told police about the prospective tenant she had heard quarreling with her father some weeks before the murders, but she said she thought he was from out of town because she heard him mention something about talking to his partner.

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 could easily understand why the two men had been startled to find a strange girl in the back seat of their car ( she had figured that out ), but she couldn't understand their subsequent actions.

She had it all planned out, how she'd do.

She was listening to other voices, out of the future.

She opened it an inch and poked out the keys for me to give you.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She ate what she could and went out along the covered passageway, with the rain dripping from the vines.

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

She did not pause to consider what she would do if her plan should fail ; ;

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

She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??

She came from Ohio, from what she called a `` small farm '' of two hundred acres, as indeed it was to farmer-type farmers.

She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.

She showed us what had happened to her.

She said, `` My dear, do you know what Kent House is ''??

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She disciplined herself daily to do what must be done.

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 stammered, `` You heard what he said about police??

She didn't mind working hard, not as if she figured to do anything wrong to live easy and soft -- all she wanted was a chance, where she wasn't marked as what she was.

She could always predict what Stanley was going to do, ever since she first met him.

She didn't tell anyone, even her mother, what was wrong.

She calmly repeated what Moore had told me.

She felt mindless, walking, and almost easy until the church spire told her she was near the cemetery, and she caught herself wondering what she would say to Doaty.

She managed a missionary drive for the church once and got the books so confused that old Mr. Webber, the eldest elder, who'd never donated more than five dollars to anything, had to cough up five hundred dollars to avoid a scandal in what Edythe called `` the bosoms of the church ''.

She knew what people were thinking ; ;

She said what she meant and let it be.

She discovered the quality and depth of her feelings in the wordless transitions between what she could say and what she could not say.

She contended that this understanding was what enabled the biblical Jesus to heal and accords with the Scripture: " We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us ; he that is not of God heareth not us.