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¡¡¡¡"The Paris brat ain't made of straw," added Brujon....¡¡¡¡ Marius kept his promise.,¡¡¡¡The subject for history is not man's will itself but our presentation of it.,¡¡¡¡"The campaign began only a week ago, and you haven't even been able to defend Vilna. You are cut in two and have been driven out of the Polish provinces. Your army is grumbling."...¡¡¡¡They were livid with the chill of morning. They all wore linen trousers, and their bare feet were thrust into wooden shoes....¡¡¡¡He swam under water until he reached a vessel at anchor, to which a boat was moored. He found means of hiding himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun.;¡¡¡¡There was no longer anything in the street; there was nothing in the garden....
In tribute to their recently repaired friendship, Ron had kept the bitterness in his voice to a bare minimum. Moreover, to Harry's amazement, he turned out to be quite right. ,¡¡¡¡"No.",¡¡¡¡From this he had drawn the inference that this person, once in the forest, had dug a hole with his pick, buried the coffer, and reclosed the hole with his shovel.!¡¡¡¡Petya was carried out like a log and laid in the larger of the two traps. Natasha and Nicholas got into the other. "Uncle" wrapped Natasha up warmly and took leave of her with quite a new tenderness. He accompanied them on foot as far as the bridge that could not be crossed, so that they had to go round by the ford, and he sent huntsmen to ride in front with lanterns.,¡¡¡¡"And people also.".¡¡¡¡However that may be, the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the Department of the Var as accused of highway robbery accompanied with violence, about eight years ago, on the person of one of those honest children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, ...Sir?...Neither are they. You have to be human first. They don't qualify.;
¡¡¡¡He gained the Pont d'Austerlitz..,¡¡¡¡Why are you talking so low? What is he doing?!!¡¡¡¡,¡¡¡¡All the faces bore the same expression of excitement and enthusiasm. A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks.;¡¡¡¡"Eponine!...
¡¡¡¡On the right, close to the road, was an inn, with a four-wheeled cartat the door, a large bundle of hop-poles, a plough, a heap of driedbrushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole,and a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster,probably of some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival,was fluttering in the wind. At one corner of the inn, beside a poolin which a flotilla of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plungedinto the bushes. The wayfarer struck into this.,¡¡¡¡The historian has, in this case, the evident right to sum up the whole.,,¡¡¡¡"MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE.",¡¡¡¡Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived for tearing off that rag, and for replacing, upon the naked limbs of the Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe of the dawn.,¡¡¡¡This well has not in front of it that large blue slab which forms the table for all wells in Belgium.!;Certainly vainglory helpeth to perpetuate a man\'s memory; and virtue was never so beholding to human nature, as it received his due at the second hand. Neither had the fame of Cicero, Seneca, Plinius Secundus, borne her age so well, if it had not been joined with some vanity in themselves: like unto varnish, that makes sealings not only shine, but last But all this while, when I speak of vainglory, I mean not of that property, that Tacitus doth attribute to Mucianus; omnium, quae cHxerat jeceratque, arte quadam ostentator: for that proceeds not of vanity, but of natural magnanimity, and discretion: and in some persons is not only comely, but gracious. !
¡¡¡¡"Here it is," said the soldier.,¡¡¡¡Mother Jondrette had opened it, and now remained in the corridor making a horrible, amiable grimace, which one of the holes of the dark-lantern illuminated from below.,¡¡¡¡"It's all the same to him," he muttered, turning quickly to a soldier who stood behind him. "Brigand! Get away!";...¡¡¡¡At their yesterday's halting place, feeling chilly by a dying campfire, Pierre had got up and gone to the next one, which was burning better. There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up- head and all- with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew. It was already past midnight, the hour when Karataev was usually free of his fever and particularly lively. When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart. His feeling of pity for this man frightened him and he wished to go away, but there was no other fire, and Pierre sat down, trying not to look at Platon.,...
.¡¡¡¡In the midst of the confused thoughts which occupied her, she fancied that she caught for an instant a sound similar to that of the preceding evening, as though some one were walking beneath the trees in the dusk, and not very far from her; but she told herself that nothing so closely resembles a step on the grass as the friction of two branches which have moved from side to side, and she paid no heed to it.,! ,¡¡¡¡ (signed) Alexander,¡¡¡¡"I can't get a moment's peace.... Mary, is that you? Why did you bring him here?",¡¡¡¡What is needed is a little anvil two inches square, and a lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax.;¡¡¡¡Comrades, we shall overthrow the government as true as there are fifteen intermediary acids between margaric acid and formic acid; however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me....
¡¡¡¡The doctor tried to stop her. She pushed him aside and ran to her father's door. "Why are these people with frightened faces stopping me? I don't want any of them! And what are they doing here?" she thought. She opened the door and the bright daylight in that previously darkened room startled her. In the room were her nurse and other women. They all drew back from the bed, making way for her. He was still lying on the bed as before, but the stern expression of his quiet face made Princess Mary stop short on the threshold.,,,¡¡¡¡"And here's the commander," said Likhachev..be uniform without, though severally partitioned within; and to be on both sides of ,¡¡¡¡We, it is we who are thermometers. We don't need to go out and look on the quay at the corner of the Tour de l'Horologe, to find out the number of degrees of cold; we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our hearts, and we say:,Red snaps a look. What the hell does that mean? Andy rises and walks away. Red lunges to his feet.!
...¡¡¡¡This betrayed unwonted agitation., !¡¡¡¡In another three years, by 1820, he had so managed his affairs that he was able to buy a small estate adjoining Bald Hills and was negotiating to buy back Otradnoe- that being his pet dream.;,¡¡¡¡The doctor who came to see her that day ordered her to continue the powders he had prescribed a fortnight previously....¡¡¡¡The republican government demolished and cut through it. Rubbish shoots were established there.,CHAPTER III !
¡¡¡¡The nourishment of the people is a good object; to massacre them is a bad means.,¡¡¡¡She had wanted to conceal what she was writing from him, but at the same time was glad he had surprised her at it and that she would now have to tell him.,¡¡¡¡Did a souvenir linger in the depths?-- Quite at the bottom?--Possibly.,¡¡¡¡Each pocket of this coat had the air of being in a manner provided against unexpected accidents....; .
;¡¡¡¡The promenader in the yellow coat evidently did not belong in the quarter, and probably did not belong in Paris, for he was ignorant as to this detail.!¡¡¡¡Balashev rode on, supposing from Murat's words that he would very soon be brought before Napoleon himself. But instead of that, at the next village the sentinels of Davout's infantry corps detained him as the pickets of the vanguard had done, and an adjutant of the corps commander, who was fetched, conducted him into the village to Marshal Davout. ;¡¡¡¡No one entered; the door did not open.,¡¡¡¡Conscious that they were about to die, they shouted, "Vive l'Empereur!" History records nothing more touching than that agony bursting forth in acclamations.,¡¡¡¡He knelt down on his commode, stretched out his arm, seized the sheet of paper, softly detached a bit of plaster from the wall, wrapped the paper round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of the den.!He that builds a fair house, upon an ill seat, committeth himself to prison. Neither ;¡¡¡¡The fact was accordingly conveyed to Lavrushka....Why? What's Heywood done to you?.
¡¡¡¡For in these revolutions, the one who revolts is not the people; it is the king. Revolution is precisely the contrary of revolt.;¡¡¡¡Marius made no attempt to see, not wishing to be seen himself. He succeeded in reaching his chamber without being seen and without making any noise.,...¡¡¡¡The insurgents' whole attention had been directed, therefore, to the grand barricade, which was, evidently, the spot always menaced, and there the struggle would infallibly recommence. But Marius thought of the little barricade, and went thither. It was deserted and guarded only by the fire-pot which trembled between the paving-stones. Moreover, the Mondetour alley, and the branches of the Rue de la Petite Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm.,Red is joined by HEYWOOD, SKEET, FLOYD, JIGGER, ERNIE, SNOOZE.,¡¡¡¡"Your Emperor's orders are obeyed in your army, but here," said Davout, "you must do as you're told."...
¡¡¡¡Sonya read painstakingly in her high-pitched voice. The count listened with closed eyes, heaving abrupt sighs at certain passages..,.,;¡¡¡¡ Jean Valjean was not dead.,¡¡¡¡"Robber!... Ungrateful wretch!... I'll hack the dog to pieces! I'm not my father!... Robbing us!..." and so on..
¡¡¡¡I meet a bourgeois. He makes me a present of a sermon and his purse.....¡¡¡¡"Old ladies," said he, "what do you mean by talking politics?",CHAPTER II ...¡¡¡¡Louis XVIII.,¡¡¡¡Do not, at least, condemn this man!,¡¡¡¡Candle, camoufle. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue gives camouflet as the synonym for soufflet....
! , ,¡¡¡¡And she sprang out of bed, her eyes still half shut with the heaviness of sleep, extending her arms towards the corner of the wall.;¡¡¡¡There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand barrier and the lofty houses which formed the background of the street, so that one might say that the barricade rested on these houses, all inhabited, but closed from top to bottom.,¡¡¡¡ I have the honor to salute you with respect, ,¡¡¡¡"Oh, let me be! Why have you interfered at all? Why? Why? Who asked you to?" shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna..
...¡¡¡¡"Have you heard, prisoner?...¡¡¡¡Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Joly, Bahorel, Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was almost too late.,¡¡¡¡The symptoms of Natasha's illness were that she ate little, slept little, coughed, and was always low-spirited. The doctors said that she could not get on without medical treatment, so they kept her in the stifling atmosphere of the town, and the Rostovs did not move to the country that summer of 1812.,¡¡¡¡It seems as though we might almost put this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy face-to-face encounter of selfish and wretched.,¡¡¡¡"What do you want?",¡¡¡¡"Blast you!" he shouted, holding up his whip threateningly at the count....¡¡¡¡Himself, perhaps..
He showed Snape something on his arm?¡± said Sirius, looking frankly bewildered. He ran his fingers distractedly through his filthy hair, then shrugged again. ¡°Well, I've no idea what that's about¡but if Karkaroff's genuinely worried, and he's going to Snape for answers¡¡± ,The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forward¡slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes Voldemort stood in silence, waiting for them. Then one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled toward Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robes. ,LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡She was alone.,¡¡¡¡Dessalles' voice was heard outside the door asking whether little Nicholas might come in to say good night.;¡¡¡¡"But I never told them to come," said Princess Mary. "I only told Dron to let them have the grain.",.
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¡¡¡¡As she read she glanced at the sleeping Natasha, trying to find in her face an explanation of what she was reading, but did not find it. Her face was calm, gentle, and happy. Clutching her breast to keep herself from choking, Sonya, pale and trembling with fear and agitation, sat down in an armchair and burst into tears.,¡¡¡¡Marius is of the race of poets..¡¡¡¡Then turning to the accused, he enjoined him to listen to what he was about to say, and added:,¡¡¡¡The garden abutted on a solitary, unpaved lane, bordered with brushwood while awaiting the arrival of houses; the garden was separated from it by a hedge.!;LastIndexNext...,¡¡¡¡It seems a victor; this dead body is a conqueror. He arrives with his legions, superstitions, with his sword, despotism, with his banner, ignorance; a while ago, he won ten battles. He advances, he threatens, he laughs, he is at our doors.!¡¡¡¡"Yes," said the mother.,;
¡¡¡¡These shadows had their backs turned to the Jardin des Plantes and were on their way to the right bank.... ;¡¡¡¡The messenger himself was a very clever member of the police, who, in two words, informed Javert of what had taken place at Arras. The order of arrest, signed by the district-attorney, was couched in these words:,¡¡¡¡That was at the time when there were at the Tuileries great sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember the King of Rome?",.¡¡¡¡Esaul Lovayski the Third was a tall man as straight as an arrow, pale-faced, fair-haired, with narrow light eyes and with calm self-satisfaction in his face and bearing. Though it was impossible to say in what the peculiarity of the horse and rider lay, yet at first glance at the esaul and Denisov one saw that the latter was wet and uncomfortable and was a man mounted on a horse, while looking at the esaul one saw that he was as comfortable and as much at ease as always and that he was not a man who had mounted a horse, but a man who was one with his horse, a being consequently possessed of twofold strength.!
invisible. .¡¡¡¡It was what is said in the bower, a prelude to what will be said in the chamber; a lyrical effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart..air is unequal; as you shall see many fine seats, set upon a knap of ground, environed with higher hills round about it: whereby the heat of the sun is pent in, and the wind gathereth as in troubles; so as you shall have, and that suddenly, as great diversity of heat and cold, as if you dwelt in several places. Neither is it ill air ,¡¡¡¡There are meditations which may be called vertical; when one is at the bottom of them, time is required to return to earth.,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡"Really, madam, it is not at all too long," said Mavra, crawling on her knees after her young lady.!
¡¡¡¡But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being seen himself, as he was hidden by a large tree, "a person who did not belong in those parts, and whom he, Boulatruelle, knew well," directing his steps towards the densest part of the wood....¡¡¡¡Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head. When the sixth had struck, he snuffed the candle with his fingers.,¡¡¡¡The President tried to touch him with some grave and pathetic words, and asked him, as he had asked the other two, if he persisted, without hesitation or trouble, in recognizing the man who was standing before him..¡¡¡¡Marius had already seen too much of life not to know that nothing is more imminent than the impossible, and that what it is always necessary to foresee is the unforeseen.,¡¡¡¡Cosette, in her retreat, encountered a tree and leaned against it. Had it not been for this tree, she would have fallen.!¡¡¡¡"Yes.",¡¡¡¡"Afraid of what?". .
¡¡¡¡It was no longer the rendezvous of Austerlitz.,...¡¡¡¡That day he dined with the marshal, at the same board on the barrels.,¡¡¡¡This dilemma, ruin, or safety, is set forth no more inexorably by any fatality than by love.,CHAPTER VII ;¡¡¡¡If ever the sic vos non vobis was applicable, it certainly is to that village of Waterloo..
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¡¡¡¡ "But if I want to..." said Natasha.!¡¡¡¡There were several prisoners from the French army in Orel, and the doctor brought one of them, a young Italian, to see Pierre..¡¡¡¡At the beginning of winter Prince Nicholas Bolkonski and his daughter moved to Moscow. At that time enthusiasm for the Emperor Alexander's regime had weakened and a patriotic and anti-French tendency prevailed there, and this, together with his past and his intellect and his originality, at once made Prince Nicholas Bolkonski an object of particular respect to the Moscovites and the center of the Moscow opposition to the government.,;¡¡¡¡About midnight they heard the sound of steps in the snow of the forest, and the crackling of dry branches....¡¡¡¡"If this patience comes out," he said to himself after shuffling the cards, holding them in his hand, and lifting his head, "if it comes out, it means... what does it mean?";¡¡¡¡"Do you know what?...
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¡¡¡¡ What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the world!,¡¡¡¡The theory of the transference of the will of the people to historic persons is merely a paraphrase- a restatement of the question in other words.;¡¡¡¡He made a mumbling sound in confirmation of this, took her hand, and began pressing it to different parts of his breast as if trying to find the right place for it.!, ,Lionfish 11/Nov/2007 Chapter Twenty-one Hermione's SecretContents Prev Chapter Next Chapter ÖÐÎÄ ,¡¡¡¡"But if I want to...",¡¡¡¡Time and rain assisting, a humble gastronomical announcement had become a profound piece of advice.,¡¡¡¡The princess was about to reply, but her father would not let her speak and, raising his voice more and more, cried:...
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¡¡¡¡Nevertheless, Jean Valjean blew out his candle.,¡¡¡¡Chenildieu!.¡¡¡¡But the count had already recovered from his excitement.,The snake hissed. Harry could see its tongue fluttering. ,¡¡¡¡He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the staircase. They heard a tumult of ascending footsteps, and the old portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:--...¡¡¡¡"Are you ill?" he heard Dessalles' voice asking.; !
¡°Wait here for me, Harry,¡± he said. ¡°Our examination of the grounds will not take long.¡± ,¡¡¡¡All at once she heard Jean Valjean's voice crying to her, though in a very low tone:--.¡¡¡¡There is no hardihood which does not shudder and which does not feel the vicinity of anguish. One is conscious of something hideous, as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness....¡¡¡¡In 1789 a ferment arises in Paris; it grows, spreads, and is expressed by a movement of peoples from west to east. Several times it moves eastward and collides with a countermovement from the east westward. In 1812 it reaches its extreme limit, Moscow, and then, with remarkable symmetry, a countermovement occurs from east to west, attracting to it, as the first movement had done, the nations of middle Europe. The counter movement reaches the starting point of the first movement in the west- Paris- and subsides.,Et ce cher portrait du divin Shakespeare,¡¡¡¡"Only when will all that be? I am afraid never.... It would be too good!" said Natasha, rising and going to the looking glasses.!
¡¡¡¡While imprisoned in the shed Pierre had learned not with his intellect but with his whole being, by life itself, that man is created for happiness, that happiness is within him, in the satisfaction of simple human needs, and that all unhappiness arises not from privation but from superfluity. And now during these last three weeks of the march he had learned still another new, consolatory truth- that nothing in this world is terrible. He had learned that as there is no condition in which man can be happy and entirely free, so there is no condition in which he need be unhappy and lack freedom. He learned that suffering and freedom have their limits and that those limits are very near together; that the person in a bed of roses with one crumpled petal suffered as keenly as he now, sleeping on the bare damp earth with one side growing chilled while the other was warming; and that when he had put on tight dancing shoes he had suffered just as he did now when he walked with bare feet that were covered with sores- his footgear having long since fallen to pieces. He discovered that when he had married his wife- of his own free will as it had seemed to him- he had been no more free than now when they locked him up at night in a stable. Of all that he himself subsequently termed his sufferings, but which at the time he scarcely felt, the worst was the state of his bare, raw, and scab-covered feet. (The horseflesh was appetizing and nourishing, the saltpeter flavor of the gunpowder they used instead of salt was even pleasant; there was no great cold, it was always warm walking in the daytime, and at night there were the campfires; the lice that devoured him warmed his body.) The one thing that was at first hard to bear was his feet.,¡¡¡¡People go there on pleasure parties in summer....The bus lurches forward, RUMBLES through the gates. Andy gazes,¡¡¡¡"Yes, my good woman; I am in search of a cabriolet which I can hire.",¡¡¡¡"Done for!" repeated Dolokhov as if the utterance of these words afforded him pleasure, and he went quickly up to the prisoners, who were surrounded by Cossacks who had hurried up. "We won't take them!" he called out to Denisov....LastIndexNext,that he is most defective, and is most out of countenance in himself, that will the .¡¡¡¡That is what explains and excuses Bonapartist liberalism. This phantom caused the old world to tremble.,¡¡¡¡A BAD GUIDE TO NAPOLEON; A GOOD GUIDE TO BULOW.