Prince Andrew looked at the laughing Speranski with astonishment, regret, and disillusionment. It seemed to him that this was not Speranski but someone else. Everything that had formerly appeared mysterious and fascinating in Speranski suddenly became plain and unattractive....  By nine o'clock, more than eight hundred persons had been arrested, the Prefecture of Police was encumbered with them, so was the Conciergerie, so was La Force.;,  On the 18th of June, 1815, he relied all the more on his artillery, because he had numbers on his side....As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange,,  The insurgents, surprised but not terrified, had rallied. Enjolras had shouted:...  "Yes, we saw from the hill how you took to your heels through the puddles!" said the esaul, screwing up his glittering eyes.!

!,  When the fit of laughter that had seized him at Tikhon's words and smile had passed and Petya realized for a moment that this Tikhon had killed a man, he felt uneasy. He looked round at the captive drummer boy and felt a pang in his heart. But this uneasiness lasted only a moment. He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrow's undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself.,  "Just so, just so," repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good humored, unexpected, elderly laugh.,  "This, you see, is how I am finishing my days... Death will come. That's it, come on! Nothing will remain. Then why harm anyone?".  Pierre's gloomy, unhappy look struck her. She stopped in front of him. She wished to help him, to bestow on him the superabundance of her own happiness....  "After all," continued Gavroche, "you have the air of an honest man."!

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  Which of the two will be the first to fall?!? Leo Tolstoy;  At that epoch, M. Mabeuf was nearly eighty years of age.;  "So that's what she is like; what a fool I have been!" he thought gazing at her sparkling eyes, and under the mustache a happy rapturous smile dimpled her cheeks, a smile he had never seen before.,  At that moment Nicholas and Countess Mary came in. Pierre with the baby on his hand stooped, kissed them, and replied to their inquiries. But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.!LastIndexNext!  Nothing more wild and solitary than this garden could be imagined. There was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it did not seem as though this spot were made for any one to walk in, even in broad daylight.,;

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!  The instant he had done this, all Rostov's animation vanished. The officer fell, not so much from the blow- which had but slightly cut his arm above the elbow- as from the shock to his horse and from fright. Rostov reined in his horse, and his eyes sought his foe to see whom he had vanquished. The French dragoon officer was hopping with one foot on the ground, the other being caught in the stirrup. His eyes, screwed up with fear as if he every moment expected another blow, gazed up at Rostov with shrinking terror. His pale and mud-stained face- fair and young, with a dimple in the chin and light-blue eyes- was not an enemy's face at all suited to a battlefield, but a most ordinary, homelike face. Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!" He hurriedly but vainly tried to get his foot out of the stirrup and did not remove his frightened blue eyes from Rostov's face. Some hussars who galloped up disengaged his foot and helped him into the saddle. On all sides, the hussars were busy with the dragoons; one was wounded, but though his face was bleeding, he would not give up his horse; another was perched up behind an hussar with his arms round him; a third was being helped by an hussar to mount his horse. In front, the French infantry were firing as they ran. The hussars galloped hastily back with their prisoners. Rostov galloped back with the rest, aware of an unpleasant feeling of depression in his heart. Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him....  PRELIMINARY GAYETIES...  The hall on the first floor, where "the restaurant" was situated, was a large and long apartment encumbered with stools, chairs, benches, and tables, and with a crippled, lame, old billiard-table. It was reached by a spiral staircase which terminated in the corner of the room at a square hole like the hatchway of a ship.,.,  Either the fairies or the police had had a hand in it..  "With me?,;

  Mother Hucheloup did not appear to understand very clearly the benefit which she was to derive from these reprisals made on her account.,BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN;  To mention the name was to deliver the whole "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was any need of their knowing.,!  Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate had been able to make a secret, sewer-like passage on his own property, and consequently, without interference.,experience of age, in things that fall within the compass of it, directeth them; but ,into unknown hands..

  Waterloo took no part, and lay half a league from the scene of action..  When the usher, discreetly opening the door which connected the council-chamber with the court-room, bent over the back of the President's arm-chair and handed him the paper on which was inscribed the line which we have just perused, adding:,  Only the eldest princess, the one with the stony face and long waist, was still living in Pierre's house. The two younger ones had both married.,  Thou hast forgotten it.,  When Courfeyrac had told her: "We are going to the barricades," an idea flashed through her mind, to fling herself into that death, as she would have done into any other, and to thrust Marius into it also.! .  A Cossack dismounted, lifted the boy down, and took him to Denisov. Pointing to the French troops, Denisov asked him what these and those of them were. The boy, thrusting his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him. Denisov turned away from him frowning and addressed the esaul, conveying his own conjectures to him.!  She had not yet gone to bed when the Rostovs arrived and the pulley of the hall door squeaked from the cold as it let in the Rostovs and their servants. Marya Dmitrievna, with her spectacles hanging down on her nose and her head flung back, stood in the hall doorway looking with a stern, grim face at the new arrivals. One might have thought she was angry with the travelers and would immediately turn them out, had she not at the same time been giving careful instructions to the servants for the accommodation of the visitors and their belongings..

  "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons.",  He took a few steps.,,  "A full-grown one?" asked Ilagin as he approached the whip who had sighted the hare- and not without agitation he looked round and whistled to Erza....  Some said:;  They formed a front a quarter of a league in extent....? Leo Tolstoy;

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  A third class of historians- the so-called historians of culture- following the path laid down by the universal historians who sometimes accept writers and ladies as forces producing events- again take that force to be something quite different. They see it in what is called culture- in mental activity.,  During those hours of waiting, what did they do?,may seem rather to be above the injury, than below it: which is a thing easily done, .!,INT -- JURY ROOM -- DAY (1946) 7;The champions nodded. !  He looked about him absently. Thousands of eyes were looking at him from all sides awaiting a word from him....  He found his first refuge at Pradeaux, near Beausset....

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