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Usage examples of audrey.

While Audrey Noel was dressing sunbeams danced desperately on the white wall, like little lost souls with no to-morrow, or gnats that wheel and wheel in brief joy, leaving no footmarks on the air.

Over her dark blue velvet dress she wore a loose motor-coat, with a great chinchilla collar, but above it Audrey, who would have given a great deal to be able to hate her, found her rather pathetic, a little droop to her mouth, dark circles which no veil could hide under her eyes.

All the way down-stairs Audrey was praying, not articulately, but in her heart, that this was indeed the end.

I have been over it and over it in my mind, and while I was in Peru (which is where I was, looking at bauxite deposits, when Audrey Wyler's letter of enquiry came in to the Deep Earth post box in Desperation), I dreamed of it a dozen or more times.

Nice neighbors, the kind of folks that drop everything when they hear on the radio that the Red Cross is getting low on O, and none of them knew that Audrey Wyler, the quiet widow who lived between the Sodersons and the Reeds, was now starring in her own Hammer film.

Audrey glanced down the block, suddenly sure she was imagining the whole thing, and that reality would snap back into place like a released elastic as soon as she saw the Hobart place standing intact.

In May of 1982, when she was twenty-one and still Audrey Garin, she and her roommate (who was also her best friend, then and ever), Janice Goodlin, had spent a wonderful weekend very likely the most perfect weekend of Audrey's life at Mohonk Mountain House in upstate New York.

It was these things and not her current troubles that Audrey concentrated on when she felt Tak digging into her with its unseen but exquisitely painful teeth, trying to batten on her and feed from her.

She stood up, and Jan that young Jan, still with both breasts intact stopped her chatter at once and looked at Audrey with sad eyes.

Murmuring under her breath, unaware she was doing it, Audrey said, 'Why don't we just stand down?

Seth's eyes were open but blank both he and Tak were gone, all right, maybe recharging the batteries, maybe sleeping open-eyed like a lizard on a hot rock, maybe just digging the goddamned movie in some deep and elemental way Audrey would never be able to comprehend.

The Regulators had about twenty minutes left to run in this, its nine billionth showing at casa Wyler, and Audrey thought she could count on at least that long.

Audrey had awide face and a few freckles, though he bet she had a lot more when she wasa kid.

Her legs, long and pretty (the first things about her to attract Herb back in the days when she had still been Audrey Garin), were stretched out before her, and Peter almost stumbled over them in his sleepwalk to the front door.

Greta was dead, and Audrey was no longer quite alive, and so Maxwell, in a way, had been entirely subsumed by betweens.