The old woman pulled her the rest of the way.
On the way a woman in a red car pulls over and offers him a ride.
The woman took my wrist and pulled me over to the bar.
The woman did not answer and pulled her daughter away.
The woman pulled the girl close to her and tried to smile.
A tall woman ran forward and pulled the little girl to her.
The woman pulled very close to me at that moment.
At that moment a woman pulled in, looking for a space.
She looked like a woman pulled two ways at once.
The women can't pull themselves from the television set, painful though it may be.
