CHAPTER II ,... Many persons withdrew from the circle, noticing the senator's sarcastic smile and the freedom of Pierre's remarks. Only Count Rostov was pleased with them as he had been pleased with those of the naval officer, the senator, and in general with whatever speech he had last heard.!? Leo Tolstoy, "Leave off talking nonsense," said the countess.; It was no longer solitude, for there were passers-by; it was not the country, for there were houses and streets; it was not the city, for the streets had ruts like highways, and the grass grew in them; it was not a village, the houses were too lofty., There'll be no harm done unless you wish that there should be harm done., The first consideration is the clearness of our perception of the man's relation to the external world and the greater or lesser clearness of our understanding of the definite position occupied by the man in relation to everything coexisting with him. This is what makes it evident that a drowning man is less free and more subject to necessity than one standing on dry ground, and that makes the actions of a man closely connected with others in a thickly populated district, or of one bound by family, official, or business duties, seem certainly less free and more subject to necessity than those of a man living in solitude and seclusion.,from them to the palace itself..
! Once Marius said to Cosette:--, Who are we ourselves? Who am I who now address you?,!, Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the ground something which appeared to be covered with a winding-sheet, and which resembled a human form. This form was lying face downward, flat on the pavement, with the arms extended in the form of a cross, in the immobility of death. One would have said, judging from a sort of serpent which undulated over the floor, that this sinister form had a rope round its neck.,;
,, Was Paris very large? Was Madame Thenardier very far away?. He slipped from under the gate where he had concealed himself, and went down the Rue des Postes, towards the region of the Jardin des Plantes., "All right," said he., After staggering into Smolensk which seemed to them a promised land, the French, searching for food, killed one another, sacked their own stores, and when everything had been plundered fled farther....＾No,￣ said Dumbledore calmly, ＾I'm afraid I don't. I have long felt the Ministry is wrong to ally itself with such creatures.￣ ;
..., After the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow.; "He'll make them get a move on, those fellows!" said another, laughing., A massacre took place in the chapel., "What little girls?"; But noticing the grieved expression on Princess Mary's face she guessed the reason of that sadness and suddenly began to cry.!
By the time the soldiers had dragged the wattle fence to its place the campfires were blazing on all sides ready for cooking, the wood crackled, the snow was melting, and black shadows of soldiers flitted to and fro all over the occupied space where the snow had been trodden down.!..., Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died with them., ... The young count paid no heed to them, but, breathing hard, passed by with resolute strides and went into the house.;;