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¡¡¡¡This was the porter who had been killed by Le Cabuc.,,¡¡¡¡"Natasha is not quite well; she's in her room and would like to see you. Marya Dmitrievna is with her and she too asks you to come.";¡¡¡¡"Thank God!" he exclaimed. "Yes, thank God!" he repeated, listening to Petya's rapturous account. "But, devil take you, I haven't slept because of you! Well, thank God. Now lie down. We can still get a nap before morning.",¡¡¡¡The prince had aged very much that year. He showed marked signs of senility by a tendency to fall asleep, forgetfulness of quite recent events, remembrance of remote ones, and the childish vanity with which he accepted the role of head of the Moscow opposition. In spite of this the old man inspired in all his visitors alike a feeling of respectful veneration- especially of an evening when he came in to tea in his old-fashioned coat and powdered wig and, aroused by anyone, told his abrupt stories of the past, or uttered yet more abrupt and scathing criticisms of the present. For them all, that old-fashioned house with its gigantic mirrors, pre-Revolution furniture, powdered footmen, and the stern shrewd old man (himself a relic of the past century) with his gentle daughter and the pretty Frenchwoman who were reverently devoted to him presented a majestic and agreeable spectacle. But the visitors did not reflect that besides the couple of hours during which they saw their host, there were also twenty-two hours in the day during which the private and intimate life of the house continued.,¡¡¡¡As if responding to them but with a different sort of merriment, the metallic sound of the bells reverberated high above and the hot rays of the sun bathed the top of the opposite slope with yet another sort of merriment. But beneath the slope, by the cart with the wounded near the panting little nag where Pierre stood, it was damp, somber, and sad.,¡¡¡¡The child could not be seen on account of her small size, but the head of her doll was visible.,,.


BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10!¡¡¡¡The soldier with the swollen cheek looked angrily at the cavalry singers.;¡¡¡¡That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool,--all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette!;¡¡¡¡Courfeyrac flung himself on his neck.;¡¡¡¡All around there is a quivering of weeds.,¡¡¡¡Often, listening to the pilgrims' tales, she was so stimulated by their simple speech, mechanical to them but to her so full of deep meaning, that several times she was on the point of abandoning everything and running away from home. In imagination she already pictured herself by Theodosia's side, dressed in coarse rags, walking with a staff, a wallet on her back, along the dusty road, directing her wanderings from one saint's shrine to another, free from envy, earthly love, or desire, and reaching at last the place where there is no more sorrow or sighing, but eternal joy and bliss.;Cruiser barreling up the road, pulling abreast of us. CAMERA,¡¡¡¡Such a point of the field of battle devours more combatants than such another, just as more or less spongy soils soak up more or less quickly the water which is poured on them. It becomes necessary to pour out more soldiers than one would like; a series of expenditures which are the unforeseen.,¡¡¡¡"The mayor." "Bah!,!

¡¡¡¡He had been proscribed, a wanderer, poor....Some take hold of suits only for an occasion, to cross some other, or to make an information, whereof they could not otherwise have apt pretext; without care what become of the suit, when that turn is served: or generally, to make other men\'s business a kind of entertainment, to bring in their own. Nay, some undertake suits with a full purpose, to let them fall; to the end, to gratify the adverse party, or competitor. ,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡"There, by the wheel!",¡¡¡¡Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed Bahorel with a blow from his bayonet..,¡¡¡¡Then they began to discuss a melodrama that they had seen on the preceding evening at the Gaite Theatre.;

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¡¡¡¡When dealing with the affairs and papers of his dead wife, her memory aroused in him no feeling but pity that she had not known the bliss he now knew. Prince Vasili, who having obtained a new post and some fresh decorations was particularly proud at this time, seemed to him a pathetic, kindly old man much to be pitied.,hallowed place; and therefore, not only the bench, but the footpace, and precincts, ,Trade skills and hobbies, those go under educational. Stack right,¡¡¡¡I will tell you how you can care for me better than any surgeon.,¡¡¡¡Or:--,¡¡¡¡To share it.,¡¡¡¡The sound of the watering-pot on the leaves filled Father Mabeuf's soul with ecstasy. It seemed to him that the rhododendron was happy now..

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¡¡¡¡Then he asked the Duc de Dalmatie, "Soult, what do you see in the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his glass, answered, "Four or five thousand men, Sire; evidently Grouchy."...¡¡¡¡But the happy day came, and on that memorable Sunday, when, dressed in white muslin, she returned home after communion, for the first time for many months she felt calm and not oppressed by the thought of the life that lay before her.,Timotheus the Athenian, after he had, in the account he gave to the state of his government, often interlaced this speech, \'and in mis fortune had no part\', never prospered in anything he undertook afterwards. Certainly, mere be, whose fortunes are like Homer\'s verses, that have a slide, and easiness, more than the verses of other poets: as Plutarch sailh of Timoleon\'s fortune, in respect of that of Agesilaus, or Epaminondas. And that this should be, no doubt it is much in a man\'s self.;? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡Karataev looked at Pierre with his kindly round eyes now filled with tears, evidently wishing him to come near that he might say something to him. But Pierre was not sufficiently sure of himself. He made as if he did not notice that look and moved hastily away.,¡¡¡¡Enjolras went and stationed three sentinels outside the barricades, one in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, the second in the Rue des Precheurs, the third at the corner of the Rue de la Petite Truanderie.,¡¡¡¡I picture myself Jesus Christ with Rothschild's fortune!,¡¡¡¡Marius asked:--,providence and fortune; for so they may the better assume them: and besides, it is ,¡¡¡¡This is the secret of her birth: a Gothic Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to give it life, and this produced Matelote. Look at her, citizens!!

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;¡¡¡¡It was not without a tremor that he had taken the letter which Eponine had given him..¡¡¡¡It must have fallen into his hands.,LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡Beneath the social mortality, we feel human imperishableness.,I got here an auto repair manual, and a book on soap carving.;¡¡¡¡Near Saint-Medard's church there was a poor man who was in the habit of crouching on the brink of a public well which had been condemned, and on whom Jean Valjean was fond of bestowing charity.,;

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