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  "Teach me what I should do, how to live my life, how I may grow good forever, forever!" she pleaded.,  "Wait a moment, I'll fetch it," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, and she left the room....force of custom is in his exaltation. Certainly, the great multiplication of virtues ,  Then these others: Conde de Rio Maior Marques y Marquesa de Almagro (Habana). There are French names with exclamation points,--a sign of wrath. The wall was freshly whitewashed in 1849.,  It was already late when he rose after sealing the letter. He wished to sleep, but he knew he would not be able to and that most depressing thoughts came to him in bed. So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.,  The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.!^Surprise! ̄ Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them. ^Thought we'd come and watch you. Harry! ̄ She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. ,  That pile of oyster-shells which is called a library is disgusting even to think of.;
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,let her have her quickie divorce.;  I have been following you with my eyes all night long.,  It seemed to him, that if he turned his head, he should see that form following him with great strides and waving its arms.!  The lantern oscillated violently, and went out.,  His life had been all shadows, his end was night.,  "Do you want to be doing the same?" said an old soldier, turning reproachfully to the man who had spoken of frozen feet.;

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J'etais mendiant et toi charitable.,!  As for the child, I must discuss that matter a little with the gentleman.,  He put this unique copy under his arm, and went out.;  Employ me. I do not ask for your secrets, you need not tell them to me, but I may be of use, nevertheless.!294 INT -- BREWSTER -- RED'S DOOR -- DAY (1967) 294...

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  This movement was like a flash of lightning.,  The order was to find a ford and to cross the river. The colonel of the Polish Uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be permitted to swim the river with his Uhlans instead of seeking a ford. In evident fear of refusal, like a boy asking for permission to get on a horse, he begged to be allowed to swim across the river before the Emperor's eyes. The aide-de-camp replied that probably the Emperor would not be displeased at this excess of zeal.,  On reaching the landing-place, he leaned his back against the balusters and folded his arms.,  The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May,which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind. A brave little bird, probably a lover, was carolling in a distractedmanner in a large tree.!  "You like listening?" she said to Natasha, with a smile extremely like "Uncle's." "That's a good player of ours," she added.,  "You never go there; I want you to stroll in it.".,  On December 6- St. Nicholas' Day and the prince's name day- all Moscow came to the prince's front door but he gave orders to admit no one and to invite to dinner only a small number, a list of whom he gave to Princess Mary..

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  "Kindly step in, my orders are to bring you in.",!...  "Oh, Sonya, if you knew him as I do! He said... He asked me what I had promised Bolkonski. He was glad I was free to refuse him.",  Having started farming from necessity, he soon grew so devoted to it that it became his favorite and almost his sole occupation. Nicholas was a plain farmer: he did not like innovations, especially the English ones then coming into vogue. He laughed at theoretical treatises on estate management, disliked factories, the raising of expensive products, and the buying of expensive seed corn, and did not make a hobby of any particular part of the work on his estate. He always had before his mind's eye the estate as a whole and not any particular part of it. The chief thing in his eyes was not the nitrogen in the soil, nor the oxygen in the air, nor manures, nor special plows, but that most important agent by which nitrogen, oxygen, manure, and plow were made effective- the peasant laborer. When Nicholas first began farming and began to understand its different branches, it was the serf who especially attracted his attention. The peasant seemed to him not merely a tool, but also a judge of farming and an end in himself. At first he watched the serfs, trying to understand their aims and what they considered good and bad, and only pretended to direct them and give orders while in reality learning from them their methods, their manner of speech, and their judgment of what was good and bad. Only when he had understood the peasants' tastes and aspirations, had learned to talk their language, to grasp the hidden meaning of their words, and felt akin to them did he begin boldly to manage his serfs, that is, to perform toward them the duties demanded of him. And Nicholas' management produced very brilliant results.,  What have we to fear, we who believe?,LastIndexNext,  She's not a woman, she's an ox.";  "I have never enjoyed myself so much before!" she said, and Prince Andrew noticed how her thin arms rose quickly as if to embrace her father and instantly dropped again. Natasha was happier than she had ever been in her life. She was at that height of bliss when one becomes completely kind and good and does not believe in the possibility of evil, unhappiness, or sorrow....HADLEY.

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  For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking. She felt that she could not understand them however much she might think about them. She thought only of one thing, her sorrow, which, after the break caused by cares for the present, seemed already to belong to the past. Now she could remember it and weep or pray.,  *"Long live Henry the Fourth, that valiant king! That rowdy devil." ,,  "What a lot of those Frenchies were taken today, and the fact is that not one of them had what you might call real boots on," said a soldier, starting a new theme. "They were no more than make-believes.",  With happy, exhausted faces, they laid the old wolf, alive, on a shying and snorting horse and, accompanied by the dogs yelping at her, took her to the place where they were all to meet. The hounds had killed two of the cubs and the borzois three. The huntsmen assembled with their booty and their stories, and all came to look at the wolf, which, with her broad-browed head hanging down and the bitten stick between her jaws, gazed with great glassy eyes at this crowd of dogs and men surrounding her. When she was touched, she jerked her bound legs and looked wildly yet simply at everybody. Old Count Rostov also rode up and touched the wolf.,LastIndexNext.

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