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ĦĦĦĦ"Kuragin! Come back!" shouted Dolokhov. "Betrayed! Back!".ĦĦĦĦThis is what may be called the first, the vulgar aspect of slang.;,ĦĦĦĦ*"Royalty has its obligations." ;Co-cocorico!.ĦĦĦĦ"In what direction?" went on M. Mabeuf.,.
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ĦĦĦĦ* "When in doubt, my dear fellow, do nothing." ;ĦĦĦĦ"Lord God of might, God of our salvation!" began the priest in that voice, clear, not grandiloquent but mild, in which only the Slav clergy read and which acts so irresistibly on a Russian heart.,ĦĦĦĦPerhaps it need not be done so pedantically, thought Nicholas, or even done at all, but this untiring, continual spiritual effort of which the sole aim was the children's moral welfare delighted him. Had Nicholas been able to analyze his feelings he would have found that his steady, tender, and proud love of his wife rested on his feeling of wonder at her spirituality and at the lofty moral world, almost beyond his reach, in which she had her being.! ,!ĦĦĦĦWas Paris very large? Was Madame Thenardier very far away?,ĦĦĦĦThere was no one in the house but the two nuns, Sister Perpetue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body of Fantine.,ĦĦĦĦBoris remembered Natasha in a short dress, with dark eyes shining from under her curls and boisterous, childish laughter, as he had known her four years before; and so he was taken aback when quite a different Natasha entered, and his face expressed rapturous astonishment. This expression on his face pleased Natasha.... Find out more.
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ĦĦĦĦ"Those are the utensils of an edge-tool maker," thought Marius.,ĦĦĦĦA rosy cloud hangs over it.,ĦĦĦĦ"But no, it can't be!" he thought. "This stern, thin, pale face that looks so much older! It cannot be she. It merely reminds me of her." But at that moment Princess Mary said, "Natasha!" And with difficulty, effort, and stress, like the opening of a door grown rusty on its hinges, a smile appeared on the face with the attentive eyes, and from that opening door came a breath of fragrance which suffused Pierre with a happiness he had long forgotten and of which he had not even been thinking- especially at that moment. It suffused him, seized him, and enveloped him completely. When she smiled doubt was no longer possible, it was Natasha and he loved her., ,ĦĦĦĦIn the time of Mathurin Regnier, this cabaret was called the Pot-aux-Roses, and as the rebus was then in fashion, it had for its sign-board, a post (poteau) painted rose-color. In the last century, the worthy Natoire, one of the fantastic masters nowadays despised by the stiff school, having got drunk many times in this wine-shop at the very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed in gilt letters beneath the bunch these words: "At the Bunch of Corinth Grapes" ("Au Raisin de Corinthe"). Hence the name of Corinthe.!laiidandopmedperv\', when by telling men what they are, they represent to them what they should be. ,ĦĦĦĦ"Yes, that's it! That's just what I said to him," put in Nicholas, who fancied he really had said it. "But they insisted on their own view: love of one's neighbor and Christianity- and all this in the presence of young Nicholas, who had gone into my study and broke all my things.",ĦĦĦĦAn awkward silence followed these words. Natasha was the first to speak, defending her husband and attacking her brother. Her defense was weak and inapt but she attained her object. The conversation was resumed, and no longer in the unpleasantly hostile tone of Nicholas' last remark....Find out more.
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ĦĦĦĦBut the smiling background of her thoughts came to the front again. She continued to talk to herself, with her head resting on the pillow: "How happy we are going to be!;ĦĦĦĦ"Do not think, however," she wrote, "that my father is ill-disposed toward you. He is an invalid and an old man who must be forgiven; but he is good and magnanimous and will love her who makes his son happy." Princess Mary went on to ask Natasha to fix a time when she could see her again....ĦĦĦĦAfter the deaths of her son and husband in such rapid succession, she felt herself a being accidentally forgotten in this world and left without aim or object for her existence. She ate, drank, slept, or kept awake, but did not live. Life gave her no new impressions. She wanted nothing from life but tranquillity, and that tranquillity only death could give her. But until death came she had to go on living, that is, to use her vital forces. A peculiarity one sees in very young children and very old people was particularly evident in her. Her life had no external aims- only a need to exercise her various functions and inclinations was apparent. She had to eat, sleep, think, speak, weep, work, give vent to her anger, and so on, merely because she had a stomach, a brain, muscles, nerves, and a liver. She did these things not under any external impulse as people in the full vigor of life do, when behind the purpose for which they strive that of exercising their functions remains unnoticed. She talked only because she physically needed to exercise her tongue and lungs. She cried as a child does, because her nose had to be cleared, and so on. What for people in their full vigor is an aim was for her evidently merely a pretext....,Ħ°NO!Ħħ Harry yelled. He ran forward, placing himself in front Pettigrew, facing the wands. Ħ°You can't kill him,Ħħ he said breathlessly. Ħ°You can't.Ħħ !!When the religion formerly received is rent by discords; and when the holiness of .
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ĦĦĦĦEach man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance....ĦĦĦĦ"Take it," said she.,ĦĦĦĦ"What... what they have brought us to!" Kutuzov suddenly cried in an agitated voice, evidently picturing vividly to himself from Prince Andrew's story the condition Russia was in. "But give me time, give me time!" he said with a grim look, evidently not wishing to continue this agitating conversation, and added: "I sent for you to keep you with me."... ,HEYWOOD,...
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,ĦĦĦĦYou will ask for Inspector Javert.".,ĦĦĦĦAt the corner of the Rue des Bourdonnais, there were no longer any lanterns.,ĦĦĦĦDestroy these candlesticks!!ĦĦĦĦWhen he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and spiteful face. She glanced round at him, frowned, and left the room with an expression of cold dignity.,!
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ĦĦĦĦMoreover, on both sides, the fury, the rage, and the determination were equal.!ĦĦĦĦA sort of gleam proceeds from these miserable wretches, as though their consciences were not heavy within them any more.,There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. Crookshanks's hair was on end again; he was backing away ĦŞ ,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.,ĦĦĦĦA smile of pleasure never left Natasha's face. She felt happy and as if she were blossoming under the praise of this dear Countess Bezukhova who had formerly seemed to her so unapproachable and important and was now so kind to her. Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind. Helene for her part was sincerely delighted with Natasha and wished to give her a good time. Anatole had asked her to bring him and Natasha together, and she was calling on the Rostovs for that purpose. The idea of throwing her brother and Natasha together amused her.,ĦĦĦĦ"Now we'll go into action. Oh, when he takes it in hand himself, things get hot... by heaven!... There he is!... Vive l'Empereur! So these are the steppes of Asia! It's a nasty country all the same. Au revoir, Beauche; I'll keep the best palace in Moscow for you! Au revoir. Good luck!... Did you see the Emperor? Vive l'Empereur!... preur!- If they make me Governor of India, Gerard, I'll make you Minister of Kashmir- that's settled. Vive l'Empereur! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! The Cossacks- those rascals- see how they run! Vive l'Empereur! There he is, do you see him? I've seen him twice, as I see you now. The little corporal... I saw him give the cross to one of the veterans.... Vive l'Empereur!" came the voices of men, old and young, of most diverse characters and social positions. On the faces of all was one common expression of joy at the commencement of the long-expected campaign and of rapture and devotion to the man in the gray coat who was standing on the hill.,ĦĦĦĦ"Well, good-by, Theodore. Thank you for everything and farewell!" said Anatole. "Well, comrades and friends..." he considered for a moment "...of my youth, farewell!" he said, turning to Makarin and the others..Ħ°I'd ĦŞ I'd think I'd gone mad,Ħħ said Harry, Ħ°or I'd think there was some Dark Magic going on ĦŞĦħ !