And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
Augustine records that this idea blew his mind (or words to that effect).
She chose her words carefully.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.
After you have written three or four words, you can put them together, can you not?
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
The words 'on the rebound' came swiftly to her mind.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
She carefully drew the outline of a truck around the words on the top.
The words of formality trailed off as she stared at the room.
He was right, of course, but his harsh words were like salt on a raw wound.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
The words sliced through her disguise, stabbing into her heart.
The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face.
Her own words bounced off the wall and came back as a flash of memory and imagination.
At her words, his face paled.
In her words, "Go now so you can be back before dark."
When he finally broke away, the words escaped her mouth.
The words sounded confusing, even to her.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
"Don't you come near me," she said, horrified when the words were torn by a sob.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
Is it necessary to have someone say words over us, when we already know what we want?
His words made too much sense - his body so close to hers was warm and inviting.
There is nothing so terrible that a few words from the Padre can't mend.
The words were curt.
But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
He recalled all the words spoken at that first meeting with Potemkin.
An official ran out, said some words to a merchant, called a stout official with a cross hanging on his neck to follow him, and vanished again, evidently wishing to avoid the inquiring looks and questions addressed to him.
At these words Alpatych nodded as if in approval, and not wishing to hear more went to the door of the room opposite the innkeeper's, where he had left his purchases.
Napoleon did not smile, though he was evidently in high good humor, and he ordered these words to be repeated.
The interpreter translated these words without the last phrase, and Bonaparte smiled.
She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
He said something, repeating the same words several times.
She could not understand them, but tried to guess what he was saying and inquiringly repeated the words he uttered.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.