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   As the Thenardier hostelry was in that part of the village which is near the church, it was to the spring in the forest in the direction of Chelles that Cosette was obliged to go for her water.;  "Yes, capitally.",  One army fled and the other pursued. Beyond Smolensk there were several different roads available for the French, and one would have thought that during their stay of four days they might have learned where the enemy was, might have arranged some more advantageous plan and undertaken something new. But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old- the worst- road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.,  "You will, of course, command it yourself?" said Julie, directing a sly, sarcastic glance toward the militia officer.,  "Which is he? Which?" asked Petya in a tearful voice, of those around him, but no one answered him, everybody was too excited; and Petya, fixing on one of those four men, whom he could not clearly see for the tears of joy that filled his eyes, concentrated all his enthusiasm on him- though it happened not to be the Emperor- frantically shouted "Hurrah!" and resolved that tomorrow, come what might, he would join the army.,LastIndexNext,  A sort of prophetic spirit and an afflatus of the future circulates there, swelling hearts and enlarging souls....`Well, I'm terrified now,¨ said Harry sarcastically. `I s'pose Lord Voldemort's just a warm-up act compared to you three!what's the matter?¨ he added, for Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. `He's a mate of your dad, isn't he? Not scared of him, are you?¨;


...LastIndexNext.,  "The king's heart is in the hands of the Lord.",.,  Seven or eight soldiers, drawn up in a platoon, had just debouched into the Rue Polonceau....

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  Natasha looked at Sonya with wide-open eyes as if she could not grasp the question.,ANDY,...  "Fasten everything thoroughly.",Never seen such a sorry-lookin' heap of maggot shit in my life.,  Napoleon was one of those geniuses from whom thunder darts.,`So,¨ said Harry, `what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?¨,  He went out into the street: two men were running past toward the bridge. From different sides came whistling sounds and the thud of cannon balls and bursting shells falling on the town. But these sounds were hardly heard in comparison with the noise of the firing outside the town and attracted little attention from the inhabitants. The town was being bombarded by a hundred and thirty guns which Napoleon had ordered up after four o'clock. The people did not at once realize the meaning of this bombardment.,`SHE KILLED SIRIUS!¨ bellowed Harry. `SHE KILLED HIM!I'LL KILL HER!¨!


  Think of old England!",;  It should be national; that is to say, revolutionary at a distance, not through acts committed, but by reason of ideas accepted.,McNary, Texas?...  To have one's ear pulled by the Emperor was considered the greatest honor and mark of favor at the French court.;,  The red flag fell. The discharge had been so violent and so dense that it had cut the staff, that is to say, the very tip of the omnibus pole.,  "Natasha, you are sixteen. At your age I was married. You say Boris is nice. He is very nice, and I love him like a son. But what then?... What are you thinking about? You have quite turned his head, I can see that...."!


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,,  Helene returned with Natasha to the drawing room. The Rostovs went away without staying for supper.; .  She thought that it had been very far from Paris.;  The road was clear again; Pierre descended the hill and drove on.,  "Oh!" he exclaimed within himself [lamentable cries, heard by God alone], "all is over..



(the men fall silent)...,...  "Vivat!" shouted the Poles, ecstatically, breaking their ranks and pressing against one another to see him..  "Let us put him to the wine test," said Thenardier.;...



  "She is very ill," said Pierre.,`Yeah, Snape told me,¨ Harry muttered.,  Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the midst of running water.,,  "Come, come, Natasha!" said the count, as he turned back for his daughter. "How beautiful she is!" Natasha without saying anything stepped up to her father and looked at him with surprised inquiring eyes.,  Prince Andrew went up to Pierre, and the latter noticed a new and youthful expression in his friend's face.,  "Don't you see his air?",  "Drubetskoy has proposed?"...

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;  Natasha looked from one to the other as a hunted and wounded animal looks at the approaching dogs and sportsmen.,  The first Russians to enter Moscow were the Cossacks of Wintzingerode's detachment, peasants from the adjacent villages, and residents who had fled from Moscow and had been hiding in its vicinity. The Russians who entered Moscow, finding it plundered, plundered it in their turn. They continued what the French had begun. Trains of peasant carts came to Moscow to carry off to the villages what had been abandoned in the ruined houses and the streets. The Cossacks carried off what they could to their camps, and the householders seized all they could find in other houses and moved it to their own, pretending that it was their property.,  No one in the house sent people about or gave them as much trouble as Natasha did. She could not see people unconcernedly, but had to send them on some errand. She seemed to be trying whether any of them would get angry or sulky with her; but the serfs fulfilled no one's orders so readily as they did hers. "What can I do, where can I go?" thought she, as she went slowly along the passage.,  Before she had time to recover herself, she was on the top of the wall.;than for counsel; and fitter for new projects, man for settled business. For the ,  But pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy. Princess Mary, in her position as absolute and independent arbiter of her own fate and guardian and instructor of her nephew, was the first to be called back to life from that realm of sorrow in which she had dwelt for the first fortnight. She received letters from her relations to which she had to reply; the room in which little Nicholas had been put was damp and he began to cough; Alpatych came to Yaroslavl with reports on the state of their affairs and with advice and suggestions that they should return to Moscow to the house on the Vozdvizhenka Street, which had remained uninjured and needed only slight repairs. Life did not stand still and it was necessary to live. Hard as it was for Princess Mary to emerge from the realm of secluded contemplation in which she had lived till then, and sorry and almost ashamed as she felt to leave Natasha alone, yet the cares of life demanded her attention and she involuntarily yielded to them. She went through the accounts with Alpatych, conferred with Dessalles about her nephew, and gave orders and made preparations for the journey to Moscow.,  Etc., etc.!  And he hastened to add:--...








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,ANDY,FIRST EPILOGUE: 1813 - 20,  Only Countess Helene, considering the society of such people as the Bergs beneath her, could be cruel enough to refuse such an invitation. Berg explained so clearly why he wanted to collect at his house a small but select company, and why this would give him pleasure, and why though he grudged spending money on cards or anything harmful, he was prepared to run into some expense for the sake of good society- that Pierre could not refuse, and promised to come.,  "You will be treated as is fitting," said he and, putting the packet in his pocket, left the shed.,  It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary symbol of the supreme heroism of the Imperial Guard.,  "Andrew! One thing I beg, I entreat of you!" she said, touching his elbow and looking at him with eyes that shone through her tears. "I understand you" (she looked down). "Don't imagine that sorrow is the work of men. Men are His tools." She looked a little above Prince Andrew's head with the confident, accustomed look with which one looks at the place where a familiar portrait hangs. "Sorrow is sent by Him, not by men. Men are His instruments, they are not to blame. If you think someone has wronged you, forget it and forgive! We have no right to punish. And then you will know the happiness of forgiving.";

.  A thin stream of water trickled from the faucet, and half filled the glass..of young men is more lively than that of old: and imaginations stream into their minds better, and, as it were, more divinely. Natures that have much heat, and great and violent desires and perturbations, are not ripe for action, till they have passed ,CHAPTER III ,  "Killed?" cried Denisov, recognizing from a distance the unmistakably lifeless attitude- very familiar to him- in which Petya's body was lying.;Mrs. Weasley grinned, her eyes twinkling. ...  "To his Honor Baron Asch, from General-in-Chief Prince Bolkonski," he announced with such solemnity and significance that the official turned to him and took the letters.!  What a shame that I'm not twenty-five! How I'd treat him to a nice respectful summons! How nicely I'd get along without him!...

  Etc.,  "Fool, I told you the sable one! Hey, Matrena, the sable!" he shouted so that his voice rang far through the rooms.!,  "What's this?,  "But I can't live without him!" cried Natasha.,than to have a little of the fool; and not too much of the honest. Therefore, extreme !  "What do you think of it, Prince?" Dessalles ventured to ask.,  As they set off, Thenardier thrust his head through the half-open door, and shouted into the corridor:--.

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  Two days later, on the fifteenth of July, an immense number of carriages were standing outside the Sloboda Palace.;  "Merci, monsieur,"* said the drummer boy in a trembling almost childish voice, and he began scraping his dirty feet on the threshold. ,that he is most defective, and is most out of countenance in himself, that will the ,;  From behind, where Karataev had been sitting, came the sound of a shot. Pierre heard it plainly, but at that moment he remembered that he had not yet finished reckoning up how many stages still remained to Smolensk- a calculation he had begun before the marshal went by. And he again started reckoning. Two French soldiers ran past Pierre, one of whom carried a lowered and smoking gun. They both looked pale, and in the expression on their faces- one of them glanced timidly at Pierre- there was something resembling what he had seen on the face of the young soldier at the execution. Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.,  Whether we speak of the migration of the peoples and the incursions of the barbarians, or of the decrees of Napoleon III, or of someone's action an hour ago in choosing one direction out of several for his walk, we are unconscious of any contradiction. The degree of freedom and inevitability governing the actions of these people is clearly defined for us.,  "What's this?" she exclaimed..

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specially the white double violet, which comes twice a year, about the middle of April, and about Bartholomew-tide. Next to that is, the musk rose. Then the strawberry leaves dying, which [yield] a most excellent cordial smell. Then the flower of me vines; it is a little dust, like the dust of a bent, which grows upon the cluster, in the first coming forth. Then sweet briar. Then wallflowers, which are very delightful, to be set under a parlour, or lower chamber window. Then pinks, [and gillyflowers,] specially the matted pink, and clove gillyflower. Then the flowers of the lime tree. ... .  Then lapping his overcoat across his breast:--,  "No, Sonya, I can't any longer!" she said. "I can't hide it from you any longer. You know, we love one another! Sonya, darling, he writes... Sonya...";Haig scurries out, gathering men. Norton spins to Red.,  Pierre went to Princess Mary's to dinner.,  "But can this be compared...?" said Pierre.,  For Russian historians, strange and terrible to say, Napoleon- that most insignificant tool of history who never anywhere, even in exile, showed human dignity- Napoleon is the object of adulation and enthusiasm; he is grand. But Kutuzov- the man who from the beginning to the end of his activity in 1812, never once swerving by word or deed from Borodino to Vilna, presented an example exceptional in history of self-sacrifice and a present conciousness of the future importance of what was happening- Kutuzov seems to them something indefinite and pitiful, and when speaking of him and of the year 1812 they always seem a little ashamed....

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