Anatole was at the door, evidently on the lookout for the Rostovs. Immediately after greeting the count he went up to Natasha and followed her. As soon as she saw him she was seized by the same feeling she had had at the opera- gratified vanity at his admiration of her and fear at the absence of a moral barrier between them., According as one digs a longer or shorter distance into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provencal, Spanish, Italian, Levantine, that language of the Mediterranean ports, English and German, the Romance language in its three varieties, French, Italian, and Romance Romance, Latin, and finally Basque and Celtic.!; The soldiers rushed into the Genrot alley.,,CHAPTER IX , She paused, feeling that she was not telling the truth. Natasha noticed this and guessed its reason.. On the boulevard he noticed that the pistol had no trigger.,. ,(smiles).
, The house was occupied, in fact. The windows had short curtains, a sign that there was a woman about.;BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10! His health had to be bad for his place to be taken away and given to another. And in fact his health was poor.... There the rabble ended and the army began.. There was nothing wrong or unseemly in what they said, it was witty and might have been funny, but it lacked just that something which is the salt of mirth, and they were not even aware that such a thing existed.,BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10, It was lucky that he did so, for, on arriving in the vicinity of the wall where Marius had heard the long-haired man and the bearded man conversing, Jondrette turned round, made sure that no one was following him, did not see him, then sprang across the wall and disappeared....
CHAPTER VIII ... But too much dreaming sinks and drowns. Woe to the brain-worker who allows himself to fall entirely from thought into revery!;,, We have described the catastrophe of the road of Ohain.. As soon as it rose everyone in the boxes and stalls became silent, and all the men, old and young, in uniform and evening dress, and all the women with gems on their bare flesh, turned their whole attention with eager curiosity to the stage. Natasha too began to look at it., She stretched out her arm to enjoin silence about her, held her breath, and began to listen with rapture., At that moment Pierre involuntarily betrayed to her, to Princess Mary, and above all to himself, a secret of which he himself had been unaware. He flushed joyfully yet with painful distress. He tried to hide his agitation. But the more he tried to hide it the more clearly- clearer than any words could have done- did he betray to himself, to her, and to Princess Mary that he loved her.;
,, The looks of the plain Countess Mary always improved when she was in tears. She never cried from pain or vexation, but always from sorrow or pity, and when she wept her radiant eyes acquired an irresistible charm.... From broken remarks about Natasha and his father, from the emotion with which Pierre spoke of that dead father, and from the careful, reverent tenderness with which Natasha spoke of him, the boy, who was only just beginning to guess what love is, derived the notion that his father had loved Natasha and when dying had left her to his friend. But the father whom the boy did not remember appeared to him a divinity who could not be pictured, and of whom he never thought without a swelling heart and tears of sadness and rapture. So the boy also was happy that Pierre had arrived., When the count came to see her she turned anxiously round at the sound of a man's footstep, and then her face resumed its cold and malevolent expression. She did not even get up to greet him. "What is the matter with you, my angel? Are you ill?" asked the count..BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN; "You flirt with him too," said the countess, laughing.;｀I shall explain everything,¨ repeated Dumbledore, ｀when Harry is back at school.¨;! Next day the countess called Boris aside and had a talk with him, after which he ceased coming to the Rostovs'.;