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,......,CHAPTER X ,¡¡¡¡"Yes, yes!" Natasha murmured as if in vexation. Then she sighed loudly and, catching her breath more and more quickly, began to sob.!¡¡¡¡From the day his wife arrived in Moscow Pierre had been intending to go away somewhere, so as not to be near her. Soon after the Rostovs came to Moscow the effect Natasha had on him made him hasten to carry out his intention. He went to Tver to see Joseph Alexeevich's widow, who had long since promised to hand over to him some papers of her deceased husband's.;
? Leo Tolstoy.,¡¡¡¡"Come, child," he said to Cosette; and he made haste to quit the Rue Pontoise.,¡¡¡¡In the morning he dismounted in the mud on the slope which forms an angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's chair brought to him from the farm of Rossomme, seated himself, with a truss of straw for a carpet, and spread out on the table the chart of the battle-field, saying to Soult as he did so, "A pretty checker-board.", ,.¡¡¡¡"But I am three times as rich as before," returned Pierre.!¡¡¡¡"What am I to do with the people?" said Dron. "They're quite beside themselves; I have already told them..."!
¡¡¡¡She was handling the flower instinctively, innocently, without a suspicion that to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart....¡¡¡¡Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the insolence of others., ,,,;;
¡¡¡¡"It won't screech under the saw, and it won't be hard to cut.";¡¡¡¡"You've let the wolf go!... What sportsmen! and as if scorning to say more to the frightened and shamefaced count, he lashed the heaving flanks of his sweating chestnut gelding with all the anger the count had aroused and flew off after the hounds. The count, like a punished schoolboy, looked round, trying by a smile to win Simon's sympathy for his plight. But Simon was no longer there. He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.,¡¡¡¡Cosette, a bird herself, liked to rise early., ;¡¡¡¡Another shop-keeper said:--,CHAPTER III ,¡¡¡¡Napoleon turning round abruptly, despatched an express at full speed to Paris to announce that the battle was won.;
Surely, there is, in some sort, a right in every suit: either a right of equity, if it be a suit of controversy; or a right of desert, if it be a suit of petition. If affection lead a man to favour the wrong side in justice, let him rather use his countenance to compound the matter, than to carry it If affection lead a man to favour the less worthy in desert, let him do it without depraving or disabling the better deserver. In suits, which a man doth not well understand, it is good to refer them to some friend of trust and judgement, that may report whethe he may deal in them with honour: but let him choose well his referendaries, for else he may be led by the nose. ;,? Leo Tolstoy;,;¡¡¡¡She has chromate-of-lead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good girl.,¡¡¡¡The Emperor ceased speaking, the crowd began pressing round him, and rapturous exclamations were heard from all sides....
¡¡¡¡And halting as he was on the point of setting out:--,¡¡¡¡  Chien, dog, trigger.,¡¡¡¡In a word, was this genius, as many historians of note have thought, suffering from an eclipse?,¡¡¡¡Another opportunity of laying hands on that "devil's dandy" must be waited for.,,¡¡¡¡It will be remembered that it was at the opposite point, in the direction of the Genappe road, that the destruction of the cuirassiers had taken place.,BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10;,!
,? Leo Tolstoy!¡¡¡¡In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.,.¡¡¡¡"There is no longer any Monsieur le Maire here!",¡¡¡¡Thenardier laughed coldly, as usual, and said:--,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 ...¡¡¡¡"Yes, that is true, Prince. In our days," continued Vera- mentioning "our days" as people of limited intelligence are fond of doing, imagining that they have discovered and appraised the peculiarities of "our days" and that human characteristics change with the times- "in our days a girl has so much freedom that the pleasure of being courted often stifles real feeling in her. And it must be confessed that Natalie is very susceptible." This return to the subject of Natalie caused Prince Andrew to knit his brows with discomfort: he was about to rise, but Vera continued with a still more subtle smile:!
¡¡¡¡"Shall I join the army and enter the service, or wait?" he asked himself for the hundredth time. He took a pack of cards that lay on the table and began to lay them out for a game of patience.,remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man,..., ,¡¡¡¡NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430,¡¡¡¡He quitted the Rue Mouffetard, and Marius saw him enter one of the most terrible hovels in the Rue Gracieuse; he remained there about a quarter of an hour, then returned to the Rue Mouffetard. He halted at an ironmonger's shop, which then stood at the corner of the Rue Pierre-Lombard, and a few minutes later Marius saw him emerge from the shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, which he concealed beneath his great-coat. At the top of the Rue Petit-Gentilly he turned to the left and proceeded rapidly to the Rue du Petit-Banquier. The day was declining; the snow, which had ceased for a moment, had just begun again. Marius posted himself on the watch at the very corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier, which was deserted, as usual, and did not follow Jondrette into it.;FIRST EPILOGUE: 1813 - 20...
¡¡¡¡Pierre smiled absent-mindedly, evidently not grasping what she said.,¡¡¡¡"She'll get away! No, it's impossible!" thought Nicholas, still shouting with a hoarse voice.,¡¡¡¡"Well, say you went to the barn now, and listened. It depends on what you hear; hammering and knocking- that's bad; but a sound of shifting grain is good and one sometimes hears that, too.".¡°I said, bow,¡± Voldemort said, raising his wand - and Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever. ,¡¡¡¡After Ostermann had gone, a command rang out to the Uhlans.,¡¡¡¡If we consider a man alone, apart from his relation to everything around him, each action of his seems to us free. But if we see his relation to anything around him, if we see his connection with anything whatever- with a man who speaks to him, a book he reads, the work on which he is engaged, even with the air he breathes or the light that falls on the things about him- we see that each of these circumstances has an influence on him and controls at least some side of his activity. And the more we perceive of these influences the more our conception of his freedom diminishes and the more our conception of the necessity that weighs on him increases.,¡¡¡¡When one heard her speak, one said, "That is a gendarme"; when one saw her drink, one said, "That is a carter"; when one saw her handle Cosette, one said, "That is the hangman." One of her teeth projected when her face was in repose.,¡¡¡¡To avoid unpleasant encounters with the old man, the natural method was to do what had been done with him at Austerlitz and with Barclay at the beginning of the Russian campaign- to transfer the authority to the Emperor himself, thus cutting the ground from under the commander in chief's feet without upsetting the old man by informing him of the change..
¡¡¡¡On the third night, the moon was on the wane, and had begun to rise later; at one o'clock in the morning, possibly, she heard a loud burst of laughter and her father's voice calling her:--...¡¡¡¡As the Neros reign in a black way, they should be painted to match. The work of the graving-tool alone would be too pale; there must be poured into the channel a concentrated prose which bites..,...¡¡¡¡When he noticed in Balashev's face the disagreeable impression this reception produced, Davout raised his head and coldly asked what he wanted., ...¡¡¡¡There was no longer a passer-by, no longer a soldier, no longer a light, there was no one; solitude, silence, night, I know not what chill which seized hold upon one.;
¡¡¡¡"Five hundred francs!" he began again, taken aback....,¡¡¡¡His hands, which rested on his knees, began to press their nails into the stuff of his trousers.,,¡¡¡¡That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was sitting alone on the back side of one of the most solitary slopes in the Champ-de-Mars. Either from prudence, or from a desire to meditate, or simply in consequence of one of those insensible changes of habit which gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now rarely went out with Cosette. He had on his workman's waistcoat, and trousers of gray linen; and his long-visored cap concealed his countenance.,¡¡¡¡One day she suddenly thought of Marius:,The Italians note some of them, such as a man would little think. When they speak !
,¡¡¡¡Then he turned round and cast a glance of anguish toward heaven which was becoming studded with stars.,He arrives at the Brewster. It ain't much to look at.,¡¡¡¡"How shall I put it?" replied Natasha. "I was in love with Boris, with my teacher, and with Denisov, but this is quite different. I feel at peace and settled. I know that no better man than he exists, and I am calm and contented now. Not at all as before.". ,without which buildings and palaces are but gross handy-works: and a man shall ever see, that when ages grow to civility and elegance, men come to build stately, sooner than to garden finely: as if gardening were the greater perfection. I do hold it, in the royal ordering of gardens, there ought to be gardens, for all the months in ,¡¡¡¡Continued abstention from speech, and constant avoidance of everything that might lead up to the subject- this halting on all sides at the boundary of what they might not mention- brought before their minds with still greater purity and clearness what they were both feeling.,CHAPTER IV .¡¡¡¡He remained on his bench and did not approach. This vexed Cosette....
¡¡¡¡Jondrette found time to mutter in the ear of his eldest daughter:--,¡¡¡¡All at once she paused.,¡¡¡¡"Uncle" rose, and it was as if there were two men in him: one of them smiled seriously at the merry fellow, while the merry fellow struck a naive and precise attitude preparatory to a folk dance.,¡¡¡¡Until Prince Andrew settled in Bogucharovo its owners had always been absentees, and its peasants were of quite a different character from those of Bald Hills. They differed from them in speech, dress, and disposition. They were called steppe peasants. The old prince used to approve of them for their endurance at work when they came to Bald Hills to help with the harvest or to dig ponds, and ditches, but he disliked them for their boorishness.,¡¡¡¡produced a certain effect in the streets of Paris. It was rapid but majestic.,¡°You never spoke a truer word, boy,¡± someone muttered dryly to Dumbledore behind Harry. He looked around and saw Moody sitting there again. ¡°If I didn't know he'd always been dim, I'd have said some of those Bludgers had permanently affected his brain.¡¡± ;!
¡¡¡¡Gavroche shouted to him:--!¡¡¡¡"Well!",,,.¡®I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm,¡± says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. ¡°We all hate Hagrid, but we're just too scared to say anything.¡± ,¡¡¡¡Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have noticed that the bill had disappeared, and even that the shutters on the first floor were open.;¡¡¡¡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.;¡¡¡¡"Oh, yes, sir!" said she, "the horse has had a drink; he drank out of a bucket, a whole bucketful, and it was I who took the water to him, and I spoke to him.".
¡¡¡¡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.,¡¡¡¡"Do.",¡¡¡¡When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box- her whole bosom completely exposed- beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.,,¡¡¡¡Kutuzov did not understand what Europe, the balance of power, or Napoleon meant. He could not understand it. For the representative of the Russian people, after the enemy had been destroyed and Russia had been liberated and raised to the summit of her glory, there was nothing left to do as a Russian. Nothing remained for the representative of the national war but to die, and Kutuzov died. ,...
¡¡¡¡Though Pierre, Natasha, Nicholas, Countess Mary, and Denisov had much to talk about that they could not discuss before the old countess- not that anything was hidden from her, but because she had dropped so far behindhand in many things that had they begun to converse in her presence they would have had to answer inopportune questions and to repeat what they had already told her many times: that so-and-so was dead and so-and-so was married, which she would again be unable to remember- yet they sat at tea round the samovar in the drawing room from habit, and Pierre answered the countess' questions as to whether Prince Vasili had aged and whether Countess Mary Alexeevna had sent greetings and still thought of them, and other matters that interested no one and to which she herself was indifferent.,¡¡¡¡"He is to be transferred!"!,¡¡¡¡"Rue de l'Homme Arme, I did not dare to speak to you of that.,¡¡¡¡Nature, bristling and wild, takes alarm at certain approaches in which she fancies that she feels the supernatural.,,¡¡¡¡All that is accessible to man is the relation of the life of the bee to other manifestations of life. And so it is with the purpose of historic characters and nations.!¡¡¡¡At two o'clock the six chosen guests assembled for dinner..
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, !¡¡¡¡During the whole of that entr'acte Kuragin stood with Dolokhov in front of the orchestra partition, looking at the Rostovs' box. Natasha knew he was talking about her and this afforded her pleasure. She even turned so that he should see her profile in what she thought was its most becoming aspect. Before the beginning of the second act Pierre appeared in the stalls. The Rostovs had not seen him since their arrival. His face looked sad, and he had grown still stouter since Natasha last saw him. He passed up to the front rows, not noticing anyone. Anatole went up to him and began speaking to him, looking at and indicating the Rostovs' box. On seeing Natasha Pierre grew animated and, hastily passing between the rows, came toward their box. When he got there he leaned on his elbows and, smiling, talked to her for a long time. While conversing with Pierre, Natasha heard a man's voice in Countess Bezukhova's box and something told her it was Kuragin. She turned and their eyes met. Almost smiling, he gazed straight into her eyes with such an enraptured caressing look that it seemed strange to be so near him, to look at him like that, to be so sure he admired her, and not to be acquainted with him.;¡¡¡¡"You should go, go away at once, if you don't feel strong enough to control yourself," she would reply sadly, trying to comfort her husband.,,¡¡¡¡Still, in the deserted lanes which lie near the Rue Poliveau, he thought he felt certain that no one was following him..
,¡¡¡¡He saw the gleam of their bayonets.,CHAPTER XXV ,¡¡¡¡"How handsome you have grown!",He felt much calmer, somehow, now that he was in Dumbledore's office, knowing he would shortly be telling him about the dream. Harry looked up at the walls behind the desk. The patched and ragged Sorting Hat was standing on a shelf. A glass case next to it held a magnificent silver sword with large rubies set into the hilt, which Harry recognized as the one he himself had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harry's House. He was gazing at it, remembering how it had come to his aid when he had thought all hope was lost, when he noticed a patch of silvery light, dancing and shimmering on the glass case. He looked around for the source of the light and saw a sliver of silver-white shining brightly from within a black cabinet behind him, whose door had not been closed properly. Harry hesitated, glanced at Fawkes, then got up, walked across the office, and pulled open the cabinet door. ,LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡And latterly, to her surprise and bewilderment, Princess Mary noticed that her father was really associating more and more with the Frenchwoman. She wrote to Prince Andrew about the reception of his letter, but comforted him with hopes of reconciling their father to the idea.;
¡¡¡¡From time to time she raised her eyes towards the man, with a sort of tranquillity and an indescribable confidence.,¡¡¡¡Was he, in short, the man whom Thenardier thought that he recognized?,¡¡¡¡The rest concerns me.,¡¡¡¡She had been in the habit of seeing him for a long time, and she had scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see, while looking elsewhere. Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to think Marius handsome.,¡¡¡¡"I cannot help loving the light, it is not my fault. And I am very happy! You understand me? I know you are glad for my sake.",¡¡¡¡All human destiny lies in this dilemma....,;
¡¡¡¡Marius clasped his hands, advanced a step, and said in a feeble and trembling voice:--,¡¡¡¡"Always thoughts... about you... thoughts..." he then uttered much more clearly than he had done before, now that he was sure of being understood.,¡¡¡¡"She's well., ,ANDY (V.O.),¡¡¡¡When Princess Mary returned to her room after her nocturnal talk with Pierre, Natasha met her on the threshold.,...so do the bullets. Norton is riveted to the door. For every key, he loads another bullet. Methodical and grim. He gets the final bullet in just as the right key slams home. The door bursts open. Men muscle in. Somebody SHOUTS. Troopers dive in all directions as Norton raises the gun --,¡¡¡¡He exclaimed with an accent which smacked at the same time of the vainglory of the mountebank at fairs, and the humility of the mendicant on the highway:--...
¡¡¡¡Jondrette found time to mutter in the ear of his eldest daughter:--,¡¡¡¡This oddity had attracted customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each other:,CHAPTER XXII ;? Leo Tolstoy.¡¡¡¡Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of cordial joviality.,¡¡¡¡When, four and thirty years ago, the narrator of this grave and sombre history introduced into a work written with the same aim as this a thief who talked argot, there arose amazement and clamor.--"What! How!;
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!¡®No!¡¯ she screamed. ¡®It isn't true, you're lying! MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED¡ªDO NOT PUNISH ME¡ª¡¯,¡¡¡¡Marius, who had emerged from the Rue Plumet by the boulevard, traversed the Esplanade and the bridge of the Invalides, the Champs Elysees, the Place Louis XV., and reached the Rue de Rivoli. The shops were open there, the gas was burning under the arcades, women were making their purchases in the stalls, people were eating ices in the Cafe Laiter, and nibbling small cakes at the English pastry-cook's shop., ,They're calling this the Summer of Love. Summer of Loonies, you ask me.;¡¡¡¡A volley was heard, and some bullets whistled past, while others plashed against something. The Cossacks and Dolokhov galloped after Petya into the gateway of the courtyard. In the dense wavering smoke some of the French threw down their arms and ran out of the bushes to meet the Cossacks, while others ran down the hill toward the pond. Petya was galloping along the courtyard, but instead of holding the reins he waved both his arms about rapidly and strangely, slipping farther and farther to one side in his saddle. His horse, having galloped up to a campfire that was smoldering in the morning light, stopped suddenly, and Petya fell heavily on to the wet ground. The Cossacks saw that his arms and legs jerked rapidly though his head was quite motionless. A bullet had pierced his skull....
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Cedric got up. He was still shaking. He and Harry looked down at Krum. ,But Harry had no intention of going to the feast ...,...¡¡¡¡"Anything," said Gavroche..¡¡¡¡But at that moment Fantine was joyous.,¡¡¡¡"You will see.",,¡¡¡¡It was quite impossible to understand these sounds. The doctor thought he had guessed them, and inquiringly repeated: "Mary, are you afraid?" The prince shook his head, again repeated the same sounds.,.
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¡¡¡¡He struck a match and lighted a candle.,¡¡¡¡"Put your back against the wall.",¡¡¡¡Marius retorted:,¡¡¡¡And she would go to the nursery to nurse Petya, her only boy. No one else could tell her anything so comforting or so reasonable as this little three-month-old creature when he lay at her breast and she was conscious of the movement of his lips and the snuffling of his little nose. That creature said: "You are angry, you are jealous, you would like to pay him out, you are afraid- but here am I! And I am he..." and that was unanswerable. It was more than true.;This Free Ebook is Produced .¡¡¡¡"Yes, he's a poor little fellow," said Denisov, who evidently saw nothing shameful in this reminder. "Call him in. His name is Vincent Bosse. Have him fetched."...Getting back into the tunnel was difficult. Lupin, Pettigrew, and Ron had to turn sideways to manage it; Lupin still had Pettigrew covered with his wand. Harry could see them edging awkwardly along the tunnel in single file. Crookshanks was still in the lead. Harry went right after Black, who was still making Snape drift along ahead of them; he kept bumping his lolling head on the low ceiling. Harry had the impression Black was making no effort to prevent this. .
;¡¡¡¡Devotion which is weary, heroism which has grown old, ambitions which are sated, fortunes which are made, seek, demand, implore, solicit, what?,¡¡¡¡Only now did Pierre realize the full strength of life in man and the saving power he has of transferring his attention from one thing to another, which is like the safety valve of a boiler that allows superfluous steam to blow off when the pressure exceeds a certain limit.,¡¡¡¡M. Madeleine's vast workshops were shut; his buildings fell to ruin, his workmen were scattered.,but there be secret and hidden virtues, that bring forth fortune; certain deliveries of a man\'s self, which have no name. The Spanish name, desemboltura, partly expresseth them: when there be not stonds, nor resdveness in a man\'s nature; .¡¡¡¡(2) What force produces the movement of the nations?,¡¡¡¡Only, the Thenardier exacted for this loan of her children, ten francs a month, which Magnon promised to pay, and which she actually did pay....
¡¡¡¡I want to be a bit of a millionnaire!"..¡¡¡¡And they seated themselves at a table.!¡¡¡¡The neighbors did not gossip about him, for the reason that there were no neighbors.,¡¡¡¡If we consider a man alone, apart from his relation to everything around him, each action of his seems to us free. But if we see his relation to anything around him, if we see his connection with anything whatever- with a man who speaks to him, a book he reads, the work on which he is engaged, even with the air he breathes or the light that falls on the things about him- we see that each of these circumstances has an influence on him and controls at least some side of his activity. And the more we perceive of these influences the more our conception of his freedom diminishes and the more our conception of the necessity that weighs on him increases..¡¡¡¡But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side.,¡¡¡¡"Good morning, Monsieur.".