用her造句子，“her”造句

Her eyes mirrored her thought.

Her fans were stormed by her performance and her charm.

Chat with her about her about recipes.

A honk behind her.

She resigned her portfolio.

Her parents fought violently through her teens. Her fiancé dumped her and, the day after attending her high school graduation, her father walked out.

She held her head erect and her back straight.

The story stirred her sympathy.

Paul refuses to baptize her.

I loved her and wanted to be with her, but I understood her reservations.

When I went to see her at her parliamentary office, neitherher tan, sun-bleached hair nor her bright violet dress could hide her irritation.

Abruptly turning her face away, she covered her mouth with her shoulders heaved and she burst into sobs.

Each worker chooses to reveal herself or not depending on her needs, her entourage’s open-mindedness and her social environment.

She prefers to steam her dumplings.

Stop her? Warn her?

Her conduct displeased her family.

WE CAN bury her, burn her, or dump her.

Her enemies were accusing her of treason.

Touching her hair.

Her arm was shattered and her right hip was fractured.

Her exercise programme has worked miracles for her.

His claws tore her pelt as he dragged her to the her to the ground.

She smiles, and holdsout her hands, and I gently pull her out of her chair.

Her son, the legacy of a GI who'd loved her and left her was now twenty years old.

Happy tears have gathered in her eyes.

Her parents encouraged her in her studies.

Her profile page shows her picture and her specialty — neuroscience.

None of her friends had deserted her.

Also try holding the back of her head and stroking her temple, or hold her arm and stroke her shoulder, or her thigh and stroke her knee.

She knew he loved her.

The violence of her emotion made her set her teeth, as if were, against giving way.

She coolly asked the agents to let her freshen her makeup before the police filmed her transfer to jail.

The pills gave her some relief.

Her father thought her boyfriends were zombies.

Domestic details imprisoned her.

The needle pierced her finger.

Her love for her daughters, and the rebellious spirit of her younger daughter, finally forced her to moderate her stance and allow her them to make some of their own choices.

Her heart anguished within her.

That was her trait.

She was carrying a book under her arm, ie between her arm and her body.

Her heart, hero no regrets, no pass.

Her road to peace advocacy began with her social work.

She stood before him, at the end of her speech, with her teeth clenched, her cheeks flaming.

Her book portrays her stepfather as a cruel man.

Her skin was leathery, her hands rough.

Each morning she would arrange her tools carefully, her chisel, her hammer, her mallet, her tape measure, her plumb line, and then she would look over the stones that she had to work with that day.

Her smile masked her anger.