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¡¡¡¡They asked themselves whether he had indeed uttered that cry; they could not believe that that tranquil man had been the one to give that terrible outcry.;¡¡¡¡"Now, Pierre nurses them splendidly," said Natasha. "He says his hand is just made for a baby's seat. Just look!",¡¡¡¡Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the dark.,¡¡¡¡At a quarter-past four, that is to say, when night was fully come, he passed in front of the theatre of the Porte Saint-Martin, where The Two Convicts was being played that day.,¡¡¡¡Helene returned with Natasha to the drawing room. The Rostovs went away without staying for supper.,¡¡¡¡In Paris, the identity which binds an individual to himself is broken between one street and another.;¡¡¡¡"Immediately, I'm coming, I'm coming!" replied the princess hurriedly, not giving Dunyasha time to finish what she was saying, and trying to avoid seeing the girl she ran toward the house.,¡¡¡¡After dinner Natasha, at Prince Andrew's request, went to the clavichord and began singing. Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her. In the midst of a phrase he ceased speaking and suddenly felt tears choking him, a thing he had thought impossible for him. He looked at Natasha as she sang, and something new and joyful stirred in his soul. He felt happy and at the same time sad. He had absolutely nothing to weep about yet he was ready to weep. What about? His former love? The little princess? His disillusionments?... His hopes for the future?... Yes and no. The chief reason was a sudden, vivid sense of the terrible contrast between something infinitely great and illimitable within him and that limited and material something that he, and even she, was. This contrast weighed on and yet cheered him while she sang.!
¡¡¡¡The glance has been so much abused in love romances that it has finally fallen into disrepute.;.LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡Monsieur le Maire!",¡¡¡¡Toussaint replied in amazement.--"I am a much better thing than the master, I am the father.",¡¡¡¡At the barricade of the Rue Grenetat, a horseman made his appearance and handed to the one who seemed to be the commander of the barricade what had the appearance of a roll of silver.,¡¡¡¡"I am not doing this on my own account," she continued, "I do it in the name of my dead father, who was a good master to you, and of my brother and his son.". ,¡¡¡¡"Is not Monsieur going to his repose?"!
¡¡¡¡In the Rue Saint-Pierre-Montmartre, men with bare arms carried about a black flag, on which could be read in white letters this inscription: "Republic or Death!",.¡¡¡¡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!,be employed upon merchandising; which is the vena porta of wealth in a state. The ,;,¡¡¡¡Pierre listened to her with lips parted and eyes fixed upon her full of tears. As he listened he did not think of Prince Andrew, nor of death, nor of what she was telling. He listened to her and felt only pity for her, for what she was suffering now while she was speaking..
¡¡¡¡COSETTE.,Virgil speaketh of: ignavum fucos pecus a praesepibus arcent.;¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Ah! contre les douleurs il n'y a pas d'autre asile.* ,¡¡¡¡That simple, modest, and therefore truly great, figure could not be cast in the false mold of a European hero- the supposed ruler of men- that history has invented.,¡¡¡¡Natasha put one knee on the armchair, stooped over her mother, embraced her, and with unexpected strength raised her, turned her face toward herself, and clung to her.,¡¡¡¡At the very moment when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the handsome officer passed triumphantly in front of the gate,-- it was his hour; Cosette thought him hideous.;
¡¡¡¡The English barricaded themselves there; the French made their way in, but could not stand their ground.,¡¡¡¡It seemed to him that the hand of iron which had held his heart in its grasp for the last twenty hours had just released him.!,¡¡¡¡Since their marriage Natasha and her husband had lived in Moscow, in Petersburg, on their estate near Moscow, or with her mother, that is to say, in Nicholas' house. The young Countess Bezukhova was not often seen in society, and those who met her there were not pleased with her and found her neither attractive nor amiable. Not that Natasha liked solitude- she did not know whether she liked it or not, she even thought that she did not- but with her pregnancies, her confinements, the nursing of her children, and sharing every moment of her husband's life, she had demands on her time which could be satisfied only by renouncing society. All who had known Natasha before her marriage wondered at the change in her as at something extraordinary. Only the old countess with her maternal instinct had realized that all Natasha's outbursts had been due to her need of children and a husband- as she herself had once exclaimed at Otradnoe not so much in fun as in earnest- and her mother was now surprised at the surprise expressed by those who had never understood Natasha, and she kept saying that she had always known that Natasha would make an exemplary wife and mother.!¡¡¡¡Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius descried a sort of spectator who appeared to him to be singularly attentive.,.
....¡¡¡¡"To see the Governor by his excellency's order," answered Alpatych, lifting his head and proudly thrusting his hand into the bosom of his coat as he always did when he mentioned the prince.... He has ordered me to inquire into the position of affairs," he added....CHAPTER XVI ,¡¡¡¡"It doesn't matter to me. I only wish it for your sake.",¡¡¡¡Natasha set to work to effect a reconciliation, and so far succeeded that Nicholas received a promise from his mother that Sonya should not be troubled, while he on his side promised not to undertake anything without his parents' knowledge.,And pork chops appeared. Getting the idea, the rest of the table placed their orders with their plates too. Harry glanced up at Hermione to see how she felt about this new and more complicated method of dining - surely it meant plenty of extra work for the house-elves? - but for once, Hermione didn't seem to be thinking about S.P.E.W. She was deep in talk with Viktor Krum and hardly seemed to notice what she was eating. ,The curtains were still drawn, and they could hear Fang barking as they approached. ,¡¡¡¡Italians, with you as with us, Beccaria is dead and Farinace is alive.,¡¡¡¡a monster spewed forth, etc.!
¡¡¡¡"Natasha!" he whispered in French, "do you know I have made up my mind about Sonya?";¡¡¡¡He stammered:--,¡¡¡¡"The people are still hoping to see Your Majesty again."!. !with whom they range themselves, but upon discontentment conceived against some other: whereupon commonly ensueth that ill intelligence, that we many times see between great personages. Likewise glorious followers, who make themselves as trumpets, of the commendation of those they follow, are full of inconvenience; for they taint business through want of secrecy; and they export honour from a man, and make him a return in envy. ...¡¡¡¡She had only had many mothers, in the plural.!¡¡¡¡To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation....
¡¡¡¡Twenty months had barely elapsed since the Revolution of July, the year 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening..¡¡¡¡Next day the countess called Boris aside and had a talk with him, after which he ceased coming to the Rostovs'.,¡¡¡¡"Gee up, my darlings!" shouted Nicholas, pulling the reins to one side and flourishing the whip...,¡¡¡¡In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.,¡¡¡¡This being the field marshal's frame of mind he was naturally regarded as merely a hindrance and obstacle to the impending war.,¡¡¡¡I have no one."!
¡¡¡¡Seven years had passed. The storm-tossed sea of European history had subsided within its shores and seemed to have become calm. But the mysterious forces that move humanity (mysterious because the laws of their motion are unknown to us) continued to operate.,Warden Norton addresses the assembled cons via bullhorn:,¡¡¡¡During the winter Prince Andrew had come to Bald Hills and had been gay, gentle, and more affectionate than Princess Mary had known him for a long time past. She felt that something had happened to him, but he said nothing to her about his love. Before he left he had a long talk with his father about something, and Princess Mary noticed that before his departure they were dissatisfied with one another....,¡¡¡¡They had reappeared for an instant before his eyes, and had then plunged back again into the immense depths of Paris.,,,209 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1966) 209.
,¡°Wormtail's body, of course, was ill adapted for possession, as all assumed him dead, and would attract far too much attention if noticed. However, he was the able-bodied servant I needed, and, poor wizard though he is, Wormtail was able to follow the instructions I gave him, which would return me to a rudimentary, weak body of my own, a body I would be able to inhabit while awaiting the essential ingredients for true rebirth¡a spell or two of my own invention¡a little help from my dear Nagini,¡± Voldemort's red eyes fell upon the continually circling snake, ¡°a potion concocted from unicorn blood, and the snake venom Nagini provided¡I was soon returned to an almost human form, and strong enough to travel. ,¡¡¡¡Dessalles' voice was heard outside the door asking whether little Nicholas might come in to say good night.,¡¡¡¡He read the four lines again, but he did not believe them.,¡¡¡¡"A likely thing, killing a fox our dogs had hunted! And it was my gray bitch that caught it! Go to law, indeed!... He snatches at the fox! I gave him one with the fox. Here it is on my saddle! Do you want a taste of this?..." said the huntsman, pointing to his dagger and probably imagining himself still speaking to his foe.,¡¡¡¡She smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and smiled into the mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:--Nos amours ont dure toute une semaine, ,¡¡¡¡"Yes," replied Enjolras; "but less so than on the life of Jean Prouvaire.",¡¡¡¡Mitenka flew headlong down the six steps and ran away into the shrubbery. (This shrubbery was a well-known haven of refuge for culprits at Otradnoe. Mitenka himself, returning tipsy from the town, used to hide there, and many of the residents at Otradnoe, hiding from Mitenka, knew of its protective qualities.).
¡¡¡¡"Nor to any one?" said Marius.,,It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time.,¡¡¡¡Prince Andrew frowned and remained silent.,¡¡¡¡Then the same piercing voice which had shouted:!At that moment, there was a crash of breaking china from inside Hagrid's cabin. ,¡¡¡¡Paphos had been made over into Eden. It is impossible to say what element of repentance had rendered this retreat wholesome.,¡¡¡¡It would be a mistake to think that this is ironic- a caricature of the historical accounts. On the contrary it is a very mild expression of the contradictory replies, not meeting the questions, which all the historians give, from the compilers of memoirs and the histories of separate states to the writers of general histories and the new histories of the culture of that period.,¡¡¡¡Rostov and Ilyin gave rein to their horses for a last race along the incline before reaching Bogucharovo, and Rostov, outstripping Ilyin, was the first to gallop into the village street..
¡¡¡¡But the doctor interrupted him and moved toward his gig.,,¡¡¡¡I don't dare fire at that man.,But I say not, that the consideration of factions is to be neglected. Mean men, in their rising, must adhere; but great men, that have strength in themselves, were better to maintain themselves indifferent, and neutral. ,ball hard -- right at Andy's head. Andy sees it coming out of the corner of his eye, whirls and catches it. Beat. He sends the ball right back, zinging it into Heywood's hands. Heywood drops the ball and grimaces, wringing his stung hands.,It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second. Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another. ,!¡¡¡¡"Why not, if he likes to?",¡¡¡¡"Yes, that was happiness," she then said in her quiet voice with its deep chest notes. "For me it certainly was happiness." She paused. "And he... he... he said he was wishing for it at the very moment I entered the room....".
¡¡¡¡Helene welcomed Natasha delightedly and was loud in admiration of her beauty and her dress. Soon after their arrival Mademoiselle George went out of the room to change her costume. In the drawing room people began arranging the chairs and taking their seats. Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself. Anatole sat down behind her.; ,GUARDS approach the bus with carbines. The door jerks open.,(faint, bitter smile),¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean sprang hastily to his feet; there was no one on the slope; he gazed all around him and perceived a creature larger than a child, not so large as a man, clad in a gray blouse and trousers of dust-colored cotton velvet, who was jumping over the parapet and who slipped into the moat of the Champde-Mars.,¡¡¡¡"How delightful it is, Count!" said she. "Isn't it?",¡¡¡¡Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!"!
¡¡¡¡He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west heperceived the slate-roofed tower of Braine-l'Alleud, which hasthe form of a reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood uponan eminence; and at the angle of the cross-road, by the sideof a sort of mouldy gibbet bearing the inscription AncientBarrier No. 4, a public house, bearing on its front this sign: At the Four Winds (Aux Quatre Vents). Echabeau, Private Cafe....¡¡¡¡"A thief.",¡¡¡¡Any one who had spied upon that man up to that moment, would have seen that he was observing everything in the barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, from the moment when he had entered this room, he had fallen into a sort of brown study, and no longer seemed to see anything that was going on.!¡¡¡¡At midday on the twenty-second of October Pierre was going uphill along the muddy, slippery road, looking at his feet and at the roughness of the way. Occasionally he glanced at the familiar crowd around him and then again at his feet. The former and the latter were alike familiar and his own. The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion. The dog was merrier and sleeker than it had been in Moscow. All around lay the flesh of different animals- from men to horses- in various stages of decomposition; and as the wolves were kept off by the passing men the dog could eat all it wanted....In the third place are Sbemta-es, or sahcams: such as compound the long miseries of civil wars, or deliver their countries from servitude of strangers or tyrants; as , ,¡¡¡¡But, in the first place, what is power?.
;,¡°Made friends with Viktor Krum, have you, Ron?¡± ,¡¡¡¡Helene welcomed Natasha delightedly and was loud in admiration of her beauty and her dress. Soon after their arrival Mademoiselle George went out of the room to change her costume. In the drawing room people began arranging the chairs and taking their seats. Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself. Anatole sat down behind her.,¡¡¡¡Another, who was in a fever "to attack," slept wholly dressed for three days.!¡¡¡¡And the malady was growing worse; a nurse was required.!
¡¡¡¡It came through an accident while working at a machine to earn six sous a day.,The chateau served for a dungeon, the chapel for a block-house. There men exterminated each other..¡¡¡¡He had just reached the slope of the roof, and had not yet left the crest of the wall, when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the patrol.!¡¡¡¡Condemn the victim and to spare the assassin! Could one be held to any gratitude towards so miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this unforeseen blow.;¡¡¡¡*"Think it over; get into the barque, and take care not to make it a barque of Charon." ,¡¡¡¡With faith in her beauty, the whole feminine soul expanded within her. She conceived a horror for her merinos, and shame for her plush hat. Her father had never refused her anything..Andy is doing his job, getting good at it..
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¡¡¡¡Evidently Natasha needed to tell that painful yet joyful tale.,¡¡¡¡The doll is one of the most imperious needs and, at the same time, one of the most charming instincts of feminine childhood. To care for, to clothe, to deck, to dress, to undress, to redress, to teach, scold a little, to rock, to dandle, to lull to sleep, to imagine that something is some one,--therein lies the whole woman's future....,...¡¡¡¡"A diary, Nicholas," she replied, handing him a blue exercise book filled with her firm, bold writing.,¡¡¡¡"A horrid business dragging these corpses about with one! It would be better to shoot such rabble," and burst into loud laughter, so strange that Petya thought the French would immediately detect their disguise, and involuntarily took a step back from the campfire..SECOND EPILOGUE,¡¡¡¡ In this event, stamped with superhuman necessity, the part played by men amounts to nothing.;
¡¡¡¡Yes, I know that you call us that, you rich gentlemen! Stop! it's true that I became bankrupt, that I am in hiding, that I have no bread, that I have not a single sou, that I am a villain! It's three days since I have had anything to eat, so I'm a villain! Ah! you folks warm your feet, you have Sakoski boots, you have wadded great-coats, like archbishops, you lodge on the first floor in houses that have porters, you eat truffles, you eat asparagus at forty francs the bunch in the month of January, and green peas, you gorge yourselves, and when you want to know whether it is cold, you look in the papers to see what the engineer Chevalier's thermometer says about it.,¡¡¡¡He stepped up to Cosette.,Vous etiez jolie au point que les roses,¡¡¡¡The old woman strained her lungs.,BOOK FOURTEEN: 1812,¡¡¡¡It did occur to him to summon the guard, but Jean Valjean might avail himself of that moment to effect his escape; so he remained, grasped his cane by the small end, and leaned against the door-post, without removing his eyes from Jean Valjean.,¡¡¡¡Marius kept the pistol in his hand.,¡¡¡¡He wished to set out before the end of the week....
¡¡¡¡ "Le roi Coupdesabot ,¡¡¡¡He felt that he no longer looked presentable, and feared that if he were now to approach the gentlemen-in-waiting in that plight he would not be admitted to the Emperor. But it was impossible to smarten oneself up or move to another place, because of the crowd. One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do. When the carriages had all passed in, the crowd, carrying Petya with it, streamed forward into the Kremlin Square which was already full of people. There were people not only in the square, but everywhere- on the slopes and on the roofs. As soon as Petya found himself in the square he clearly heard the sound of bells and the joyous voices of the crowd that filled the whole Kremlin....;¡¡¡¡"Ah, c'est vous!" said Petya. "Voulez-vous manger? N'ayez pas peur, on ne vous fera pas de mal,"* he added shyly and affectionately, touching the boy's hand. "Entrez, entrez."* !,¡¡¡¡When after a bachelor supper he rose with his amiable and kindly smile, yielding to the entreaties of the festive company to drive off somewhere with them, shouts of delight and triumph arose among the young men. At balls he danced if a partner was needed. Young ladies, married and unmarried, liked him because without making love to any of them, he was equally amiable to all, especially after supper. "Il est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe,"* they said of him. !
;¡¡¡¡What have we to fear, we who believe?.!¡¡¡¡The year 1823 was what the Restoration called "the epoch of the Spanish war.",Nothing for a million miles but beach, sky, and water. Red is a tiny speck at water's edge. Just another grain of sand.! ,¡¡¡¡Dessalles dropped his eyes.!...
¡¡¡¡"He is busy.",¡¡¡¡Specialist historians describing the campaign of 1813 or the restoration of the Bourbons plainly assert that these events were produced by the will of Alexander. But the universal historian Gervinus, refuting this opinion of the specialist historian, tries to prove that the campaign of 1813 and the restoration of the Bourbons were due to other things beside Alexander's will- such as the activity of Stein, Metternich, Madame de Stael, Talleyrand, Fichte Chateaubriand, and others. The historian evidently decomposes Alexander's power into the components: Talleyrand, Chateaubriand, and the rest- but the sum of the components, that is, the interactions of Chateaubriand, Talleyrand, Madame de Stael, and the others, evidently does not equal the resultant, namely the phenomenon of millions of Frenchmen submitting to the Bourbons. That Chateaubriand, Madame de Stael, and others spoke certain words to one another only affected their mutual relations but does not account for the submission of millions. And therefore to explain how from these relations of theirs the submission of millions of people resulted- that is, how component forces equal to one A gave a resultant equal to a thousand times A- the historian is again obliged to fall back on power- the force he had denied- and to recognize it as the resultant of the forces, that is, he has to admit an unexplained force acting on the resultant. And that is just what the universal historians do, and consequently they not only contradict the specialist historians but contradict themselves.,¡¡¡¡"Collect yourself," said he.,¡¡¡¡Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head. When the sixth had struck, he snuffed the candle with his fingers.!¡¡¡¡The latter was riding with a sullen expression on his face.,LastIndexNext! !
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LastIndexNext,BOOK SEVEN: 1810 - 11,¡¡¡¡He was impatient to read it. The heart of man is so constituted that the unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of unfolding this paper.,¡¡¡¡The rumor spread through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,-- an old regicide.,¡¡¡¡He gave up all idea of climbing by means of the drain-pipe, and crawled along the wall to get back into the Rue Polonceau.,,¡¡¡¡I shall never put on those horrors again. With that machine on my head, I have the air of Madame Mad-dog.".¡¡¡¡Then Enjolras approached the man and demanded of him:--;¡¡¡¡Anatole glanced at him and immediately thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out his pocketbook.;
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The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked. Horrified, Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's command and fell softly into the cauldron. The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue. ; ,¡¡¡¡"Pardon me," said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow.,¡¡¡¡Anisya Fedorovna, with her light step, willingly went to fulfill her errand and brought back the guitar.,¡¡¡¡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.,¡¡¡¡But pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy. Princess Mary, in her position as absolute and independent arbiter of her own fate and guardian and instructor of her nephew, was the first to be called back to life from that realm of sorrow in which she had dwelt for the first fortnight. She received letters from her relations to which she had to reply; the room in which little Nicholas had been put was damp and he began to cough; Alpatych came to Yaroslavl with reports on the state of their affairs and with advice and suggestions that they should return to Moscow to the house on the Vozdvizhenka Street, which had remained uninjured and needed only slight repairs. Life did not stand still and it was necessary to live. Hard as it was for Princess Mary to emerge from the realm of secluded contemplation in which she had lived till then, and sorry and almost ashamed as she felt to leave Natasha alone, yet the cares of life demanded her attention and she involuntarily yielded to them. She went through the accounts with Alpatych, conferred with Dessalles about her nephew, and gave orders and made preparations for the journey to Moscow..
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!¡¡¡¡"That's always the way," thought Countess Mary. "He talks to everyone except me. I see... I see that I am repulsive to him, especially when I am in this condition." She looked down at her expanded figure and in the glass at her pale, sallow, emaciated face in which her eyes now looked larger than ever., ,Ron and Hermione left the hospital wing completely cured three days before the end of term. Hermione kept showing signs of wanting to talk about Sirius, but Ron tended to make ¡®hushing¡¯ noises every time she mentioned his name. Harry was still not sure whether or not he wanted to talk about his godfather yet; his wishes varied with his mood. He knew one thing, though: unhappy as he felt at the moment, he would greatly miss Hogwarts in a few days¡¯ time when he was back at number four, Privet Drive. Even though he now understood exactly why he had to return there every summer, he did not feel any better about it. Indeed, he had never dreaded his return more.,¡¡¡¡"What is it you wish, Colonel? I am at your service."; ;
BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL.¡¡¡¡The veritable slang and the slang that is pre-eminently slang, if the two words can be coupled thus, the slang immemorial which was a kingdom, is nothing else, we repeat, than the homely, uneasy, crafty, treacherous, venomous, cruel, equivocal, vile, profound, fatal tongue of wretchedness.,¡¡¡¡At the end of January Princess Mary left for Moscow, and the count insisted on Natasha's going with her to consult the doctors.,,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new twenty-franc pieces of the Restoration, on whose effigy the little Prussian queue had replaced the laurel wreath. Cosette was dazzled.,¡¡¡¡"Mary," said she, "tell me what I should do! I am afraid of being bad. Whatever you tell me, I will do. Tell me....",¡¡¡¡ (signed) Alexander...
¡¡¡¡A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT,....The whole table falls about laughing....CHAPTER VII ,¡¡¡¡Foolish is he who fears it!;¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean had a canopied bed of antique damask in three colors and a beautiful Persian rug purchased in the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's chamber, and, in order to redeem the severity of these magnificent old things, he had amalgamated with this bric-a-brac all the gay and graceful little pieces of furniture suitable to young girls, an etagere, a bookcase filled with gilt-edged books, an inkstand, a blotting-book, paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the curtains were of tapestry.,¡¡¡¡After reaching home Natasha did not sleep all night. She was tormented by the insoluble question whether she loved Anatole or Prince Andrew. She loved Prince Andrew- she remembered distinctly how deeply she loved him. But she also loved Anatole, of that there was no doubt. "Else how could all this have happened?" thought she. "If, after that, I could return his smile when saying good-by, if I was able to let it come to that, it means that I loved him from the first. It means that he is kind, noble, and splendid, and I could not help loving him. What am I to do if I love him and the other one too?" she asked herself, unable to find an answer to these terrible questions.,¡¡¡¡The sounds, which he had not heard for so long, had an even more pleasurable and exhilarating effect on Rostov than the previous sounds of firing. Drawing himself up, he viewed the field of battle opening out before him from the hill, and with his whole soul followed the movement of the Uhlans. They swooped down close to the French dragoons, something confused happened there amid the smoke, and five minutes later our Uhlans were galloping back, not to the place they had occupied but more to the left, and among the orange-colored Uhlans on chestnut horses and behind them, in a large group, blue French dragoons on gray horses could be seen. ...!