A woman has a right to protect herself – any way she can.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
She's a woman one could easily fall in love with.
A woman was sitting alone by the fire.
The woman screamed piercingly.
Anyway, what's so terrible about a woman wearing pants?
I'm not against a woman having a job, as long as she sticks to work meant for women.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
Then a woman has to do the best she can on her own.
I suppose I shall have many such battles with the little woman before she learns the only two essential things I can teach her, obedience and love.
Adrienne waited for the woman to go on.
"Vile woman!" shouted the princess, darting unexpectedly at Anna Mikhaylovna and snatching the portfolio from her.
"Where do you come from, then?" asked the woman, in a curious tone.
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
The Woman Soul leads us upward and on!
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.
The mother is a physician and a brilliant woman, he says.
A woman could do all the work but somehow the man got the credit and benefit.
Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.
A woman came from the bedroom with a frightened face and became confused when she saw Prince Andrew.
Cassie, a woman as good looking as you should be used to saying no.
"You!" cried the woman in great surprise.
"All right," the woman continued.
"Surely," the woman answered, repeating her low, rippling laughter.
He is a son of Marya Ivanovna Dolokhova, such a worthy woman, but there, just fancy!
You're an interesting woman, Lisa.
"Now," the woman rasped.
The woman laughed softly.
A soldier was driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under the leather hood of the vehicle.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
"He's a male," Alex snapped, "and the fact that a woman is already married doesn't discourage him.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
A tall, beautiful woman with a mass of plaited hair and much exposed plump white shoulders and neck, round which she wore a double string of large pearls, entered the adjoining box rustling her heavy silk dress and took a long time settling into her place.
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
She'd be willing to bet the woman was as hard nosed in her sleep.
The woman answered, "All travelers are welcome for the sake of one; and you are welcome"
"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.
You're an uncommonly beautiful woman, do you know that?
A few minutes after they left, Felipa arrived with an older woman she introduced simply as Maria.
They sang together and everyone in the theater began clapping and shouting, while the man and woman on the stage--who represented lovers-- began smiling, spreading out their arms, and bowing.
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven, but I didn't say I could forgive her.
He said that in all his life he had loved and still loved only one woman, and that she could never be his.
The three great sorrows of his life held his attention in particular: his love for a woman, his father's death, and the French invasion which had overrun half Russia.
A woman rushed out and seeing Prince Andrew stopped, hesitating on the threshold.
Beside Petya stood a peasant woman, a footman, two tradesmen, and a discharged soldier.
Every woman should have her princess moment, don't you think?
The woman stared at her for a moment.
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broadly built, energetic woman wearing spectacles, sat in the drawing room in a loose dress, surrounded by her daughters whom she was trying to keep from feeling dull.
A gray haired woman with long braids and no teeth jerked on Cassie's pants leg.
Sonya felt that this was true: that the only possibility of retrieving the Rostovs' affairs was by Nicholas marrying a rich woman, and that the princess was a good match.
On the ground, beside the trunks, sat a thin woman no longer young, with long, prominent upper teeth, and wearing a black cloak and cap.
Liberty is a gigantic figure of a woman in Greek draperies, holding in her right hand a torch....
What would have seemed difficult or even impossible to another woman did not cause the least embarrassment to Countess Bezukhova, who evidently deserved her reputation of being a very clever woman.
You're the kind of woman he needs - someone who will stand up to him and yet understand his moods.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
Of course, she, a handsome young woman without any definite position, without relations or even a country, did not intend to devote her life to serving Prince Bolkonski, to reading aloud to him and being friends with Princess Mary.
The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.
It sounded more like something a woman would think of.
The good woman was so overjoyed that she caught him in her arms and kissed him.
The woman stuck out her hand.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
This woman, swaying to and fro and muttering something, was choking with sobs.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
She is like a mad woman when you are away.
The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy.
Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly.
A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, and looked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eyes at the ground before her.
Nicholas suddenly felt a desire and need to tell his most intimate thoughts (which he would not have told to his mother, his sister, or his friend) to this woman who was almost a stranger.
'Michael,' he says, 'come here and bow down to his feet; and you, young woman, you bow down too; and you, grandchildren, also bow down before him!
I observed that the vitals of the village were the grocery, the bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and, as a necessary part of the machinery, they kept a bell, a big gun, and a fire-engine, at convenient places; and the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting one another, so that every traveller had to run the gauntlet, and every man, woman, and child might get a lick at him.
Many years before you came here this Land was united under one Ruler, as it is now, and the Ruler's name was always 'Oz,' which means in our language 'Great and Good'; or, if the Ruler happened to be a woman, her name was always 'Ozma.'
You are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.
"Lord Jesus Christ!" exclaimed the pilgrim woman, crossing herself.
There was no need to say more: Julie's face shone with triumph and self- satisfaction; but she forced Boris to say all that is said on such occasions--that he loved her and had never loved any other woman more than her.
"He says 'a woman,' and Mary Nikolievna is a lady," remarked a house serf.
A woman with a baby, and not bad-looking either!
She is a very admirable young woman and you always liked her, but now suddenly you have got some notion or other in your head.
I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.
As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.
Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting his question to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shrieks of the woman in the vehicle.
He had merely understood that the woman he had known as a child, of whom when her beauty was mentioned he had said absent-mindedly: "Yes, she's good looking," he had understood that this woman might belong to him.
Into the insignificant, trifling, and artificial interests uniting that society had entered the simple feeling of the attraction of a healthy and handsome young man and woman for one another.
Nurse Savishna, knitting in hand, was telling in low tones, scarcely hearing or understanding her own words, what she had told hundreds of times before: how the late princess had given birth to Princess Mary in Kishenev with only a Moldavian peasant woman to help instead of a midwife.
(He referred to the masonic gloves given to a newly initiated Brother to present to the woman he loved.)
From the host's room came the sounds of a child crying, the despairing sobs of a woman, and the hoarse angry shouting of Ferapontov.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
A woman sacrifices herself for you, she suffers, and this is her reward!
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
She had grown stouter and broader, so that it was difficult to recognize in this robust, motherly woman the slim, lively Natasha of former days.
A woman has no greater enemy than a so-called 'decent' woman.
Anna Mikhaylovna, practical woman that she was, had even managed by favor with army authorities to secure advantageous means of communication for herself and her son.
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
The cart was loaded high, and at the very top, beside a child's chair with its legs in the air, sat a peasant woman uttering piercing and desperate shrieks.
Rostov looked inimically at Pierre, first because Pierre appeared to his hussar eyes as a rich civilian, the husband of a beauty, and in a word--an old woman; and secondly because Pierre in his preoccupation and absent-mindedness had not recognized Rostov and had not responded to his greeting.
"Yes, I never loved her," said he to himself; "I knew she was a depraved woman," he repeated, "but dared not admit it to myself.
To his right, walked the woman he might marry – Connie Spencer.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
Now she had matured into an even more beautiful woman.
He was brave now that he faced only a woman.
Mrs. Marsh sat in a chair opposite Adrienne, hunched over like an old woman.
You're a mighty fine cook, but it isn't safe out here for a woman.
Would he ditch her and run off with the other woman?
Sometimes that temptation can be stronger than the man - or woman.
Maybe Bordeaux would stay with this woman.
Cassie, I've never met a woman like you in my entire life.
I never would have believed a woman could be so kind hearted and so suspicious at the same time.
You know, that family room could use a woman's touch.
Elizabeth Cade was a lonely woman - lonely and unhappy.
She was such a strange woman - just like Russie.
If he hasn't been with a woman, it's probably because he's had other ways of...
Why is it virtuous for a woman to practice chastity, and ludicrous for a man?
You're a nice looking woman.
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Maybe he was afraid she would insist he make an honest woman of her.
Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?
Had he given himself to the wrong woman?
I noticed you were a good looking woman, if that's what you mean.
I never told anyone, but I avoided getting involved with any woman because of what happened to Mom.
My Betsy is fine looking woman, beautiful in my mind and in the eyes of most, but even I have to admit she lacks the room-stopping allure of Martha LeBlanc.
I'm glad you got yourself a good woman, Ben.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
Do you think the woman and the girl were people from your past; relatives?
I could hear birds chirping and earlier, the woman humming.
Look what he dreamt; a woman ironing shirts, a child playing, a cat and a farmer pitching hay.
The exchange was a stark testimony to the incongruities of man versus woman, and the pending adjustments of our marriage, looming ahead.
Just then, an elderly woman emerged from the back of the red brick structure.
The woman introduced herself as Annie Mae Wilkie and informed us she was the treasurer of Brockville, in addition to holding several other positions.
When I'd stopped for a breath, the woman asked where I was when I witnessed it and why I'd waited so long to call.
It lists the woman's name and township.
Although a blurry image appeared on television of the woman captured on a video camera, she disappeared out of view once she exited.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
Are we certain the tips this woman cited can't be traced back to us?
Could that Boston newspaper woman possibly be correct?
The young woman laughed even harder.
"He's only dating the woman," Martha said, looking around for help."
But this woman is a different situation.
"That woman could blow this entire enterprise higher than a kite in a wind storm," Quinn said.
It could be a man or a woman.
I think it's a woman.
A frightened woman is trussed up like a turkey, under my back bed.
Then a woman in the background said something about them all moving to this keen town and the woman on the phone laughed, like it was a joke.
The pope would have appointed Lucifer a cardinal with what was done to that woman.'
I feel terrible about the woman who was murdered.
Warning that Boston woman sounds prudent, though I'm not sure she has a clue to finding the so-called Psychic tipster.
This newspaper woman, however, may not suspect she's in danger.
Check into the murder of a woman named Brenda Washington in Omaha, Nebraska.
"How do you know it was the same person who killed the others who killed that poor woman in Omaha?" she asked.
On the record, tell the public this; you've been led to believe the psychic tipster is a woman of an age able to collect social security.
He hardly knows the woman and you heard what Martha said; she still holds a grudge over what she perceived as Howie's carelessness that caused her daughter's kidnapping and death.
Maybe the woman is more forgiving now that so much time has passed.
Howie would toss in towel once he learned he'd been deceived by this woman, his first love.
Perhaps I was being unfair but everything we'd been able to do was close to ending with a sad whimper, due to the greed of this woman.
I'm just going to talk; woman to woman.
One woman want's to write a book about it, but frankly, so might I one day.
I questioned the newspaper woman in Boston, by telephone, in hopes of enticing her to meet with me under the guise of my writing a magazine article.
I'm a woman; I have the prerogative to change my mind, especially after sleeping on it.
A woman with a gruff voice answered for Blast Publishing.
The woman was her aunt, Quinn.
The poor old woman may have believed it herself.
Look, just tell the gathering how painful it is to have missed all those good times by not remembering this lovely woman everyone says is such a saint.
I followed a woman who grabbed him at an amusement park and stuck with her to her car where a guy was in the driver's seat.
Had this woman brought her child on this nocturnal visit, I'd have surely snatched her away.
However, I do feel a kinship to this Elizabeth woman.
The old man woke with a start as the woman smiled and set aside her book.
"Oh, you must mean Mr. Green, in the Pace Arrow," the woman said.
The woman checked a ring binder on the picnic table, running down the names with her finger.
The woman turned to her husband.
I could hear him discussing the vehicle with a woman in the outer room.
Even though it will upset the child, I shant take the time to tarry long with the woman.
Alas, woman and child have missed their opportunity to share our company.
But what made the police seek out the woman and child and drive directly to them?
"He's a saint," the woman said from the back row.
The woman nodded her head.
The woman ignored him.
I'm interested in a young woman whose name will be familiar to you.
Once aboard my flight I spent the next several hours squeezed between a talkative sailor and a woman with a fussy child.
The young woman I didn't know cried out but was quickly silenced by my knife.
A voice from the other stall cried out the name Julie, but I had opened it too, and with knife at the woman's throat, calmly told her to adjust her clothing and come with me.
I lifted the sleeping child to my arms, and holding a concealed knife against her body, told the frightened woman to follow me, in silence.
I thought for a moment the woman might cry out but my look froze her to silence.
A woman was attacked in the ladies room.
A Hispanic woman in green pajamas took my arm and I was led to a small cubicle.
The woman in there was with my wife and a young child!
I think he may have my wife and the daughter of the woman they just brought in.
"There they are!" a woman called, pointing at the screen in front of her.
"I've got them!" a woman answered excitedly and we moved in a wave to a different monitor.
"She kicked out the tail lights from inside," a woman's voice said.
The woman is a feisty one but her daughter is such a beauty I'm obliged to keep mommy alive for at least a short time until we are locked in the privacy of my refuge.
"It's blue," the woman whom I learned was called Nancy answered.
A woman huddled over a screen spoke up.
A tall black woman moved forward from against the wall.
Incidentally, he supposedly came on the radar as a result of a tip from this man or woman everyone's read about; the so-called psychic tipster person.
"Nobody won a million bucks finding her," the woman called Nancy replied.
I have no fear this woman will attempt to escape as she sees my knife and knows full well her daughter's life is in my hands.
This woman obviously knows she is outsmarted by me and wants to save her life.
The only person I recognized was the black FBI woman from our earlier meeting.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
One of the men drinking blood from the naked woman straightened, and she gasped.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
He towered over the woman and glared down at her.
"No," the petite woman ordered, her arms crossed.
They waged a silent battle, and Bianca opened her eyes, praying with everything she was worth that the small woman-- whoever she was-- would win.
There was right and wrong, good and evil, and every human but the woman before him had fallen for some temptation of the dark side.
He sensed something wrong but kept it from the petite woman beside him, who had enough of her own issues to deal with.
A woman always has weapons in the bedroom.
She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
He hadn't thought twice about Toni's message that he'd delivered the package from the stash house to his condo until he walked in and discovered the vamp he expected was a woman.
He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met.
Until that moment, he hadn't really cared why Sofi saved the life of the woman before him.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
"Yeah?" the woman mumbled and pushed herself up.
He focused on the woman whose body was pressed beneath his.
Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.
To be reminded first by a woman who should be dead and again by a Healer of some sort … He shook out his shoulders and nudged his XO awake, not wanting to deal with the thoughts.
Maybe every man out there was like Aaron, unable to commit to one woman.
"You're playing with fire, woman," he warned.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
It had something to do with the beautiful woman before him who made him feel for the first time in years.
He was not long for this world, and she was no Jenn-- a woman there for his physical pleasure.
Bianca was the kind of woman who could heal his soul, if he had time to let her.
There was something very different about this woman, and it was more than the feel of her energy flowing through him.
The young woman motioned to the sitting area, and Bianca went, relieved.
The sexy woman was on edge tonight, her gaze restless.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
Bianca smiled, puzzled why anyone would run from the small, beautiful woman.
Sofi's cool power whipped through her thoughts, but it was the darkness within the small woman that drew her attention.
It was his job to protect humans, and he hadn't been able to protect one woman in his own home!
No woman had gotten through his guard ever.
She looked at the unconscious woman in her lap then twisted to look up at Darian.
"Hesitating for a woman," he muttered.
He couldn't lose the only other woman he'd ever cared about.
No woman would ever be more than second to a man like that, but being the woman who was second in his world sounded better than anything else she'd ever wanted.
Darian waved an elderly woman over.
She belonged with him, even if she was second rung to his war against bad guys or even if he was never able to devote himself to any one woman at all.
The woman in Dusty's arms shook from cold and fear.
Darian moved sluggishly towards the shivering woman.
I think the worst is you've been whipped by a woman, Damian ticked off.
You've always been bad with woman.
He wasn't sure what he expected—maybe a cold, hard Medusa—but the young woman Sean indicated was nothing like that.
Stalking an innocent woman in the alley was a cakewalk, until the moment she said something she shouldn't have known.
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