A name plate identified her as "Larkin."
A very strong campaign for that is based in Bilston in my constituency, led by the redoubtable campaigner, Tom Larkin.
After it was repeated, Dean answered it to find Lydia Larkin.
An autopsy would surely reveal Fitzgerald's knife wound, bringing Lydia Larkin's complicity into play, and probably Dean's.
Are you sure you're comfortable with me working for Sheriff Lydia Larkin?
As he drove back to town, he continued to mull over what Under Sheriff Larkin had said about Fitzgerald.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
Brandon Westlake, mournfully depressed, readied for Billy Langstrom's funeral while Dean wondered if Lydia Larkin might be involved in funeral plans of her own.
But in Fitzgerald's defense, there were two pint bottles of vodka at Lydia Larkin's place, so he may have bought them for her.
Californians had been very friendly to Americans, but Larkin's intimates thought they had been tricked, and the people resented the stealthy and unprovoked breaking of peace, and unfortunately the Americans did not known how to treat them except inconsiderately and somewhat contemptuously.
Close on his heels was Lydia Larkin, tucking in her blouse and adjusting her skirt.
David Dean harbored serious doubts about leaving Lydia Larkin's apartment without either contacting the police or calling an ambulance—or maybe a lawyer.
David Dean harbored serious doubts about leaving Lydia Larkin's apartment without either contacting the police or calling an ambulance—or maybe a lawyer.
Dean did not suggest that Officer Larkin who answered the 911 call in Jake Weller's absence had acted hastily, though in his mind he questioned the shooting.
Dean didn't think Lydia Larkin did anything for the fun of it.
Dean joined the applause while Lydia Larkin looked embarrassed.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
Dean telephoned the sheriff's office, crossing his fingers that the redheaded deputy Lady Larkin was out bagging the ten most wanted speeders.
Dean then brought Lydia Larkin into the picture by telling Jake Weller how she had radioed Fitzgerald with the two Denver investigators in her car, making the call from the spot where he claimed she'd be out of reception.
Dean then told Fred of Lydia Larkin's clever set up of Fitzgerald.
Dean thought about Lydia Larkin, the new redhead in town.
Dean's Jeep was at the uphill end of the line of cluttered vehicles and Lydia Larkin was long gone by the time he was free to leave.
Deputy Sheriff Lydia Larkin drove by in her official white Blazer and Dean repressed the impulse to give her a one-finger salute.
During the short drive to Lydia Larkin's quarters, Dean's brain pounded with the question of the siren that preceded the horrible accident—and his glimpse of a white vehicle.
Fremont had information beyond that of ordinary men that made him believe early hostilities between the United States and Mexico to be inevitable; he was also officially informed of Larkin's secret task and in no way authorized to hamper it.
He explained his aborted visit to Lydia Larkin and watching as she embraced her boss.
He mulled the subject over in his mind and decided to speak to Lydia Larkin again.
He remained, however, uncertain how to do so without immersing himself further in Lydia Larkin's sordid activities.
He turned to Lydia Larkin as one of the EMT personnel hurried over.
He wondered if it was Lydia Larkin, the new deputy, hot on the trail of a speeder.
His first thought was to call Ms. Larkin and demand further details.
I don't know where Jake picked up Larkin, but he can send her back as far as I'm concerned.
I saw you—when he left your place The fire in Lydia Larkin's eyes cooled appreciably.
I saw you—when he left your place The fire in Lydia Larkin's eyes cooled appreciably.
I think we all should show Deputy Larkin our appreciation with a round of applause.
I'd guess he'll think twice now before intimidating Ms. Lydia Larkin!
I'm beginning to think we might be underestimating deputy Larkin.
I'm not sure I'd put anything past Ms. Larkin.
If Lydia Larkin had heard Westlake's admission before she fired the fatal shot, it was apparently lost in her mind in the mayhem that followed.
In the days that followed, the shooting was ruled justified and Lydia Larkin was cleared of any wrongdoing.
It was Lydia Larkin, in uniform, in her official vehicle.
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the Cañon City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
Jake Weller had said Larkin was at one time a guard at the Cañon City prison, where Martha Boyd's mother was incarcerated.
Knowing Lydia Larkin, I'm not so sure.
Larkin (1802-1858), was instructed to work for the secession of California from Mexico, without overt aid from the United States, but with their good-will and sympathy.
Larkin asked, trying to look down at Martha and at the same time keeping a wary eye on Dean, who was ready to kill her.
Larkin certainly didn't resemble the sheriff in any way.
Larkin looked unsure of how to respond, but finally did just that, nervously, but with a cold and silent determination while trying to ignore young Martha.
Lydia Larkin considered her answer.
Lydia Larkin continued to stare, then shrugged and began filling her glass.
Lydia Larkin had led Dean in with neither exchanging a word.
Lydia Larkin is running for sheriff.
Lydia Larkin let loose a sigh of relief.
Lydia Larkin moved a step forward.
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
Lydia Larkin opened the door as soon as she spotted Dean.
Lydia Larkin spun out of the meadow in a cloud of dust, leaving Dean to await its dissipation before following in his open vehicle.
Lydia Larkin stood, feet apart, in the classic shooting position, both hands clamped on her smoking gun.
Lydia Larkin thought the story was nonsense.
Lydia Larkin was a wreck, as unstable as the night Billy Langstrom died.
Lydia Larkin was bent over at the waist, hardly able to stand, clutching her mid-section.
Lydia Larkin was never brought into the picture.
Lydia Larkin was seated at a desk in the drab outer room, looking as pensive as Fred O'Connor back in his cell.
Lydia Larkin was silent, a look of sheer panic on her face.
Lydia Larkin, hero of the day, scooted out before the gavel fell.
Lydia Larkin's voice broke the silence.
Maybe I'll get to fire Lydia Larkin.
Mr. Larkin has been credited with ability of a kind and with moving eloquence.
Ms. Larkin injured her knee in doing so, though thankfully, not too seriously.
Ms. Larkin was far from sober, but Dean had unanswered questions.
Newly crowned heroine Lydia Larkin won the election by eight votes.
Pathos Poetry (or other literature) which evokes pity or sadness in the reader e.g. Send No Money by Philip Larkin.
Perhaps it is time to visit Ms Larkin again.
Pop Larkin buys some unwanted belongings from an old lady named Mrs Meredith.
She was a different person, different from the Lydia Larkin who'd busted him for speeding and far different from the frightened girl who reluctantly descended to the wreck.
So that's Miss Lydia Larkin.
Some of the plants are among the largest in existence, notably the Union and the Wagner Palace car works, the Union dry docks, the steel plants of the Lackawanna Iron and Steel Company, and the Larkin soap factory.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
The next stop on his list was visiting Ms. Lydia Larkin, deputy sheriff, whose presentation of a speeding ticket and general attitude still pissed him off, just remembering it.
The resolution of that sticky problem produced a solid, albeit abbreviated, night's sleep, surprisingly unfettered by dreams starring such names as Fitzgerald, Larkin, and Dawkins in imagined roles and sinister locations.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot lady—used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot lady—used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
Then he added, Ms. Larkin better watch her pretty butt.
There was a listing for newly arrived L. Larkin, with an address on Oak Street.
There was no sign of Fitzgerald, Lydia Larkin, the jailer, or Fred O'Connor.
They run their own London-based public relations consultancy, Regester Larkin.
They were close to wrapping up the session when deputy Lydia Larkin moved quietly into the room.
When Dean told Fred about Fitzgerald's death Fred immediately, in his best I-told-you-so tone, assigned the guilt to Lydia Larkin.
When he stopped for a breath, she asked if Larkin was good-looking.
When they questioned Jake Weller about the source of the high-level endorsement, he hinted Lydia Larkin knew someone in the system who'd pulled strings.
You're something else, Ms. Larkin.