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;¡¡¡¡Mademoiselle Bourienne jumped up eagerly..¡¡¡¡The form of this combat was monstrous. These squares were no longer battalions, they were craters; those cuirassiers were no longer cavalry, they were a tempest. Each square was a volcano attacked by a cloud; lava contended with lightning.!.¡¡¡¡"Yes, and where do you put the others?" inquired Dolokhov.!¡¡¡¡And his head, which had been upraised for a moment, fell back upon his breast.;¡¡¡¡The blood rushed to Petya's face and he grasped his pistol.!
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¡¡¡¡And Courfeyrac added:--,? Leo Tolstoy...¡°No, it's not that,¡± said Moody, ¡°it's just that Potter wants a word with you, Dumbledore. He's just outside the door.¡± .¡¡¡¡Barclay stood for caution. The Tsarevich hinted at treachery and demanded a general engagement. Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich..¡¡¡¡And suddenly he saw vividly before him a long-forgotten, kindly old man who had given him geography lessons in Switzerland. "Wait a bit," said the old man, and showed Pierre a globe. This globe was alive- a vibrating ball without fixed dimensions. Its whole surface consisted of drops closely pressed together, and all these drops moved and changed places, sometimes several of them merging into one, sometimes one dividing into many. Each drop tried to spread out and occupy as much space as possible, but others striving to do the same compressed it, sometimes destroyed it, and sometimes merged with it.;...¡¡¡¡In the first row, and far forwards, the merchant had placed on a background of white napkins, an immense doll, nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold wheat-ears on her head, which had real hair and enamel eyes.,¡¡¡¡The day after his son had left, Prince Nicholas sent for Princess Mary to come to his study.,¡®You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort ... Voldemort himself would mark him as his equal.And so he did, Harry. He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse.¡¯,¡¡¡¡It was nearly three o'clock but no one was yet asleep, when the quartermaster appeared with an order to move on to the little town of Ostrovna. Still laughing and talking, the officers began hurriedly getting ready and again boiled again boiled some muddy water in the samovar. But Rostov went off to his squadron without waiting for tea. Day was breaking, the rain had ceased, and the clouds were dispersing. It felt damp and cold, especially in clothes that were still moist. As they left the tavern in the twilight of the dawn, Rostov and Ilyin both glanced under the wet and glistening leather hood of the doctor's cart, from under the apron of which his feet were sticking out, and in the middle of which his wife's nightcap was visible and her sleepy breathing audible.; Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡"What a very pedantic air that young man has!",¡¡¡¡Pierre smiled absent-mindedly, evidently not grasping what she said.,¡¡¡¡"The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," is the remark of one of them. During the mysterious trip from the island of Elba to France, on the 27th of February, on the open sea, the French brig of war, Le Zephyr, having encountered the brig L'Inconstant, on which Napoleon was concealed, and having asked the news of Napoleon from L'Inconstant, the Emperor, who still wore in his hat the white and amaranthine cockade sown with bees, which he had adopted at the isle of Elba, laughingly seized the speaking-trumpet, and answered for himself, "The Emperor is well.",Ain't that bad, old hoss. Won't be long till you're squiring pretty young girls on your arm and telling 'em lies.,¡¡¡¡After Nicholas had gone things in the Rostov household were more depressing than ever, and the countess fell ill from mental agitation.,¡¡¡¡"The reds, the reds!" retorted Bahorel.,I've been reassigned to you....Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡These men, wholly absorbed in the grave and sacred task in which they were engaged, thought no more of the perilous situation in which they stood.,BOOK FOURTEEN: 1812,¡¡¡¡But Natasha was not asleep; with pale face and fixed wide-open eyes she looked straight before her. All that night she did not sleep or weep and did not speak to Sonya who got up and went to her several times.;¡¡¡¡"He's following a man!".¡¡¡¡"What a darling Uncle is!" said Natasha, when they had come out onto the highroad.,;
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,,¡¡¡¡Nevertheless, Jean Valjean did not reappear in the open air without profound anxiety.,¡¡¡¡She put her large hand under Natasha's face and turned it toward her. Both Marya Dmitrievna and Sonya were amazed when they saw how Natasha looked. Her eyes were dry and glistening, her lips compressed, her cheeks sunken.,¡¡¡¡The more the plundering by the French continued, the more both the wealth of Moscow and the strength of its plunderers was destroyed. But plundering by the Russians, with which the reoccupation of the city began, had an opposite effect: the longer it continued and the greater the number of people taking part in it the more rapidly was the wealth of the city and its regular life restored.,That's funny. You're gonna look funnier suckin' my dick with no;¡¡¡¡Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius descried a sort of spectator who appeared to him to be singularly attentive....¡°You're the only person who has the right to decide, Harry,¡± said Black. ¡°But think¡ think what he did¡.¡± ,¡¡¡¡The Prince of Orange, desperate and intrepid, shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick!,¡¡¡¡At dinner the talk turned on the war, the approach of which was becoming evident. Prince Andrew talked incessantly, arguing now with his father, now with the Swiss tutor Dessalles, and showing an unnatural animation, the cause of which Pierre so well understood. .
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,,¡¡¡¡And without having uttered it, moved by the same thought, impelled by those electric currents which place lovers in continual communication, both being intoxicated with delight even in their sorrow, they fell into each other's arms, without perceiving that their lips met while their uplifted eyes, overflowing with rapture and full of tears, gazed upon the stars.;¡¡¡¡"Oh!" he exclaimed within himself [lamentable cries, heard by God alone], "all is over....¡¡¡¡Wathier's column alone had suffered in the disaster; Delort's column, which Ney had deflected to the left, as though he had a presentiment of an ambush, had arrived whole.,¡¡¡¡A French noncommissioned officer of hussars, in crimson uniform and a shaggy cap, shouted to the approaching Balashev to halt. Balashev did not do so at once, but continued to advance along the road at a walking pace.;
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¡¡¡¡public prosecution, legal infamy, prison, the scaffold, the executioner, the death penalty?,,¡¡¡¡This was at the precise moment when Marius was descending heavily towards agony, and was saying:...Wherein the remedy is, that a man should have, as Consalvo was wont to say, tekan bomnscmsaarem. But in all refrainings of anger, it is the best remedy to win time; and to make a man\'s self believe, that the opportunity of his revenge is not yet come: but that he foresees a time for it; and so to still himself in the mean time, and reserve it To continue anger from mischief, though it take hold of a man, there be two things whereof you must have special caution. The one, of extreme bitterness of words; especially, if they be accurate, and proper: for communiamalaScta are nothing so much: and again, that in anger, a man reveal no secrets: for that makes him not fit for society. ,¡¡¡¡Irritated convictions, embittered enthusiasms, agitated indignations, instincts of war which have been repressed, youthful courage which has been exalted, generous blindness; curiosity, the taste for change, the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to take pleasure in reading the posters for the new play, and love, the prompter's whistle, at the theatre; the vague hatreds, rancors, disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted it; discomfort, empty dreams, ambitious that are hedged about, whoever hopes for a downfall, some outcome, in short, at the very bottom, the rabble, that mud which catches fire,-- such are the elements of revolt..¡¡¡¡"Lower its head, lower it!" he said to a soldier who had accidentally lowered the French eagle he was holding before the Preobrazhensk standards. "Lower, lower, that's it. Hurrah lads!" he added, addressing the men with a rapid movement of his chin.!LastIndexNext;