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¡¡¡¡But there was no longer any one on the barrier.,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡The war 1812, besides its national significance dear to every Russian heart, was now to assume another, a European, significance.;.,¡¡¡¡They were silent for a while..¡¡¡¡"Three days?" said Natasha. "It seems to me I've loved him a hundred years. It seems to me that I have never loved anyone before. You can't understand it.... Sonya, wait a bit, sit here," and Natasha embraced and kissed her.;
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,¡¡¡¡These justifications release those who produce the events from moral responsibility. These temporary aims are like the broom fixed in front of a locomotive to clear the snow from the rails in front: they clear men's moral responsibilities from their path.,¡°Don't worry about it,¡± Hermione said shortly when Harry pointed this out to them and said he didn't mind practicing on his own for a while, ¡°at least we'll get top marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We'd never have found out about all these hexes in class.¡± ,¡¡¡¡Natasha's voice broke. She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly..¡¡¡¡At Paris, one of the journals which chronicled the fact fell into his hands. He felt reassured and almost at peace, as though he had really been dead.!¡¡¡¡"They are in the jug," said Javert.; Find out more.
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,LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡"Whew... whew... whew!" he whistled just audibly as he rode into the yard. His face expressed the relief of relaxed strain felt by a man who means to rest after a ceremony. He drew his left foot out of the stirrup and, lurching with his whole body and puckering his face with the effort, raised it with difficulty onto the saddle, leaned on his knee, groaned, and slipped down into the arms of the Cossacks and adjutants who stood ready to assist him.,¡¡¡¡"Always busy," replied Michael Ivanovich with a respectfully ironic smile which caused Princess Mary to turn pale. "He's worrying very much about the new building. He has been reading a little, but now"- Michael Ivanovich went on, lowering his voice- "now he's at his desk, busy with his will, I expect." (One of the prince's favorite occupations of late had been the preparation of some papers he meant to leave at his death and which he called his "will.")...¡¡¡¡A few moments later they had joined Babet and Montparnasse, who were prowling about the neighborhood.; .¡¡¡¡Then he began to pace up and down the room, listened at the corridor, walked on again, then listened once more.,¡¡¡¡There lay in the inflection of voice which accompanied these words something indescribably fierce and frenzied..Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡Nothing can be stranger; and this is the peculiar character of uprisings in Paris, which cannot be found in any other capital. To this end, two things are requisite, the size of Paris and its gayety. The city of Voltaire and Napoleon is necessary.,I dunno. Be nice to have some comp'ny down here for a change.!¡¡¡¡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.,¡¡¡¡He had no arms, and he made great haste, so that he might not be left behind, although he had a thoughtful air....¡¡¡¡She had passed a very bad night; her cough was frightful; her fever had doubled in intensity; she had had dreams:,¡¡¡¡"I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren and hear them cry, without himself suffering torture." The wretch, whenever he has time to think, makes himself small before the low, and frail in the presence of society; he lies down flat on his face, he entreats, he appeals to the side of compassion; we feel that he is conscious of his guilt..¡¡¡¡He could not reconcile the charming impression he had of Natasha, whom he had known from a child, with this new conception of her baseness, folly, and cruelty. He thought of his wife. "They are all alike!" he said to himself, reflecting that he was not the only man unfortunate enough to be tied to a bad woman. But still he pitied Prince Andrew to the point of tears and sympathized with his wounded pride, and the more he pitied his friend the more did he think with contempt and even with disgust of that Natasha who had just passed him in the ballroom with such a look of cold dignity. He did not know that Natasha's soul was overflowing with despair, shame, and humiliation, and that it was not her fault that her face happened to assume an expression of calm dignity and severity.,if his wit be not apt to distinguish or find differences, let him study the schoolmen; ;
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¡¡¡¡"I expect he has told you of his childish love for Natasha?";¡¡¡¡"Oh my God! Why?" Nicholas cried in despair.;¡¡¡¡They laid down the crown, and retained no aureole..¡¡¡¡The day is born in tears.,¡¡¡¡None of that, none of that.;¡¡¡¡He perceived the possibility of not returning to the Rue Plumet, and he could neither leave Toussaint behind nor confide his secret to her..176 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 176;Pour Chatou....
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,¡¡¡¡Gavroche was a whirlwind.,¡®Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men¡ªand win, again!¡¯ said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. ¡®But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!¡¯.¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean grasped her, put her on his back, took her two tiny hands in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along on top of the wall as far as the cant.,BOOK FIFTEEN: 1812 - 13!¡¡¡¡He no longer knew even the name that he thought he knew.,¡¡¡¡Thy cuff scorched, thy boa lost!,¡¡¡¡A kiss, and that was all..
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¡¡¡¡"Father," said she, in a very low voice, "I am afraid.!¡¡¡¡And it actually was an edifice, a house, which bore a number on the street! It was not a dream!, ,¡¡¡¡"Why is it true?" Natasha asked, looking attentively into Pierre's eyes.;¡¡¡¡Here he is!"...,¡¡¡¡Some twenty men of the Sixth Company who were on their way into the village joined the haulers, and the wattle wall, which was about thirty-five feet long an seven feet high, moved forward along the village street, swaying, pressing upon and cutting the shoulders of the gasping men.;CHAPTER XIII ...¡¡¡¡They were all round here, they fairly swarmed, booted and barefooted, shaven, bearded, gray, black, white, Franciscans, Minims, Capuchins, Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there was no end of them.",LastIndexNext!