She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She looked around.

She looked at him, lips compressed.

She looked more like twenty-five or six.

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

She looked down at her hands, too.

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

She looked at him in surprise.

She looked back toward the schoolroom.

She looked at the girl speculatively from eyes which had paled with the years ; ;

She felt the look and looked back because she could not help it, seeing that he was neither as old nor as thick as she had at first believed.

She looked mighty interested, though.

She looked at him impudently over the corner of the paper.

She it was who had looked to see if I was wearing shoes upon learning that I couldn't drive.

She looked confused at this, and I felt sure it had been a wrong response for me to make.

She must have looked temptingly pretty to the dean as he put the crown on her head.

She looked at me provocatively.

She looked around, self-consciously.

She certainly looked Japanese, and perhaps she could not really blame the young men.

She looked crestfallen, as if he had somehow disappointed the whole human race.

She looked well-fed and prosperous, but he didn't get the impression he was being propositioned the way he'd been hoping.

She looked out at the corn field, the great green deep acres of it rolled out like the sea in the field beyond the whitewashed fence bordering the grounds.

She looked as if she were accusing me of some fraud.

She looked about sixty, though I recalled that the chart gave her age as forty-four.

She is not only a trained mathematician and Classicist, but a good architect.

She was Ellen Aldridge, a widow of good repute who was employed by Gorton's wife and lived with the family.

She was wise enough to realize a man could be good company even if he did weigh too much and didn't own the mint.

She took a good look at herself in the mirror before she turned and, walking with very small steps, started toward the door.

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 knew that I lived at a good address on the Gold Coast, that I had once been a medical student and was thinking of returning to the university to finish my medical studies.

She was in good health and spirits, but still determined to get the money from Forbes.

She has a good, firm delivery of songs and adds to the solid virtues of the evening.

She is just home from a sojourn in London where she has become the sweetheart of a young fellow named Ronnie ( we never do see him ) and has been subjected to a first course in thinking and appreciating, including a dose of good British socialism.

`` She was mighty good to you past times, an' this'll fetch her ''.

She had good friends here, people who liked her.

She radiated warmth and good fellowship.

She was a beautiful and reputable woman and according to Pliny the Elder, she had a double canine in her upper right jaw, a sign of good fortune.

She also demanded that the cross be personally sent by Botaneiates as a vow of his good faith.

She proposes that Kant's first two premises only entail that we must try to achieve the perfect good, not that it is actually attainable.

She was a good friend of Ibsen.

She consoles Boethius by discussing the transitory nature of fame and wealth (" no man can ever truly be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune "), and the ultimate superiority of things of the mind, which she calls the " one true good ".

She stirs up even the shiftless to toil ; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order ; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth.

She wanted to have the watch engraved with the words, " To Pork from the O ' Hara's — Well done good and faithful servant ," but Pork declined the offer.

She decided to stay in Geneva alone, living first on the lake at Plongeon ( near the present United Nations buildings ) and then at the Rue de Chanoines ( now the Rue de la Pelisserie ) with François and Juliet d ’ Albert Durade on the second floor (" one feels in a downy nest high up in a good old tree ").

She further displayed a shrewd political acumen in her negotiations with Cesare Borgia, who had dispossessed Guidobaldo da Montefeltro, duke of Urbino, the husband of her sister-in-law and good friend Elisabetta Gonzaga in 1502.

She broke off their relationship officially and left for good.

" She held that the former is good, and the latter evil, and that there is a fundamental difference between them.

She told Access Hollywood: " He is a good guy.