The woman shrugged and made her way into the house.
The old woman shrugged and stomped across to the fire.
The woman shrugged, as if such a long speech had used up her allotment of words for the day.
The woman shrugged, as the hockey world had done until this week.
Then the woman shrugged and sat down at a small desk, the matrix in her hand.
The first woman shrugged, her shoulders moving inside the big vest.
The woman shrugged; at least there was something to do now besides walking the wall.
The woman shrugged and went back to her book.
The woman shrugged herself away from him, but the captain did not turn his head.
The woman just shrugged, turned, and got under way again.
