young woman

THE DISHONOR OF HONOR KILLINGS Imagine a young woman killed by her own relatives for failing to obey.

At night, when trouble might have otherwise beckoned to a young woman her age, Maria was in the truck, working.

Another one of a young woman has all the poised regality of an Avedon.

“Check the dining hall,” a young woman exclaimed, waving to her left, and a dozen persons surged in that direction.

Only the old ladies, save for the odd young woman, dared bare their breasts.

She was a grown young woman when she was overtaken by what she supposed to be the climax of her fate.

When you engaged yourself to the young woman you were poor and a nobody, and the step was perhaps excusable.

The young woman was unable to answer; she pressed the hand of the pianist convulsively.

It was a reproof, from the young woman who always so thoughtfully studied the feelings of everybody.

The body of a young woman was found in the compound outside my bungalow, done to death in precisely the same way.