Jennings thought something about them looked very old, as if a small ancient woman was sitting there wearing a little girl's skin.

For the first time in her life, she could not fly into the comfort of the ancient woman's arms.

Her appearance changed to that of the ancient old woman.

But ancient women and men had faced it before there ever were clones, or else they would never have left old Earth.

The ancient woman's voice carried a quality of wonder and regret.

"Father says the ancient women were heroes as much as the men."

A really ancient woman of fifty or so met her at the door.

There was an ancient little woman, with wrinkled skin and wild white hair.

The ancient woman paused in her journey and looked sharply at him.

At a slight sound she looked up to see an ancient woman in a black robe.