One woman twisted her ankle while trying to run.

A woman twisted and full of anguish but for all that more like her than not.

The woman still gripping his arms, squeezed them, twisted him around.

The woman had twisted her head and was staring at the other pygmy.

The older woman suddenly twisted away in a fresh onset of grief.

The young woman twisted, grasping onto a branch for support.

The old woman saw her husband turn and twisted slowly.

Such a woman could twist any man around her little finger.

The woman jumped in her chair and twisted around.

The woman was nervously twisting the gold band on the fourth finger of her left hand.