The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it.
A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg.
She was an inveterate experimenter in these things.
She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all new-fangled methods of producing health or mending it.
She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she wasan easy victim.
She was a subscriber for all the "Health" periodicals and phrenological frauds; and the solemn ignorance they were inflated with was breath to her nostrils.
She was outraged, offended, pursing her lips, putting up her head.
On the other hand, she was perfectly at her ease; doubtless the woman in her was not yet awakened; she was yet, as one might say, without sex.
She was an immense old lady with a pink face and wonderful hair, absolutely white.
She was an overworked drudge, fiery and energetic for all that, filled with the one idea of having her son rise in life and enter a profession.
She was about to give up her work at the hatch when the heavy wooden cover suddenly commenced to move above her as though actuated by some supernatural power.
To turn them into the jungle might mean a similar fate for Virginia Maxon were she wandering about in search of the encampment-- Number Thirteen could not believe that she was dead.
The next time that she rose she was terrified to see the prahu looming close behind her.
On the whole, with her poetic furbelows and her misshapen, intelligent little face, she was, when you knew her, a decidedly interesting woman.
What she meant to do she could by no means have told you; but meanwhile, nevertheless, she was buying a good conscience, by installments.
Mrs. Tristram had a balcony before her windows, upon which, during the June evenings, she was fond of sitting, and Newman used frankly to say that he preferred the balcony to the club.
More quickly she perfected herself in jungle craft, so that the time soon came when she was an important factor in the chase, watching while the others slept, or helping them to trace the spoor of whatever prey they might be stalking.
She was obdurate, and at last the lad appeared to acquiesce in his mother's decision that the ape must be returned to Africa and the boy to school, from which he had been absent on vacation.
Remember that the Church went in specifically for dangerous ideas; she was a lion tamer.
The Church could not afford to swerve a hair's breadth on some things if she was to continue her great and daring experiment of the irregular equilibrium.
She was clad in light and pleasing spring attire, and carried a parasol with a long oxidized silver handle of a quaint pattern.
She was quite a long way removed from the rusticity that was his.
She was mobile, living, yet a painter might not have called her handsome or beautiful.
Tis my belief she knew there was nothing the matter when she told him she was.
He felt very shy of looking at the girl in the desk; she was so pretty that he could not believe it possible that she should belong to him.
She was a woman who never, like some newly married, showed conjugal tenderness in public, perhaps because she had none to show.
She was married to a poor medical man, and soon after an infant was born; and while money was forthcoming all went on well.
She was a misty shape, and well she might be, considering that her original was at that moment sound asleep and oblivious of all love and letter-writing under the sky.
She was brought up by a very heathen father and mother, who never sent her to church or school, and it shows how the sins of the parents are visited upon the children, mem.
But ifshe was to be the practical woman she had intended to show herself, business must be carried on, introductions or none, and she ultimately acquired confidence enough to speak and reply boldly to men merely known to her by hearsay.
There was much commiseration for her as she was removed, and much sympathy with her father.
She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.
As the clock struck two, she was there, and at four she turned resignedly away.
She was not an expert workwoman, and it had taken her many weeks to make the half-yard of narrow lace which she kept wound about the buckram back of a disintegrated copy of "The Lamplighter.
She was determined to find out why he was poking about among her books.
He was a dreadfully "lonesome" man; she had made that out because she was so "lonesome" herself.
She was a long, lean, pale person, habited apparently in a dull-colored dressing gown, and she spoke with a kind of mild literalness.
She was dressed in black, and her head was wrapped in a piece of old black lace which showed no hair.
The niece, according to Mrs. Prest, was not so old, and she risked the conjecture that she was only a grandniece.
She made no rejoinder, she was so lost in staring at me, and I exclaimed, "You don't mean to say you are also by chance American?
She was silent a little after I had ceased speaking; then she inquired, "If you are so fond of a garden why don't you go to terra firma, where there are so many far better than this?
She was a loyal little soul, crystal-free from any form of snobbishness.
She was at present much worked up over the poor "supplies" they were having in the vacant Avonlea pulpit.
She was so taken by surprise and pleased by the nice things said in the address, read in Moody Spurgeon's most solemn and ministerial tones, that the tears quite drowned the sparkle of her big gray eyes.
Now Ona had been told that she was to get a transfer; but it was not her way to speak up, and so she merely waited, following the conductor about with her eyes, wondering when he would think of her.
She was so sensitive--she was not fitted for such a life as this; and a hundred times a day, when he thought of her, he would clench his hands and fling himself again at the task before him.
Add to this that, plain as she was, there was just a dash of something that wasn't like a housemaid, and that WAS like a lady, about her.
She had nice brown eyes, plain as she was in other ways--and she looked at me with a sort of respect for my happy old age and my good character, as things for ever out of her own reach, which made my heart heavy for our second housemaid.
She was out of our thoughts, poor soul, before we had seen the last flutter of her little grey cloak among the sand-hills.
The above list will hopefully provide you with a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "she was" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this group of words.
