Others had flat noses, protruding eyes, and ears that were shaped like those of an elephant.
Tell me what this wretched war is for? she added, addressing Prince Vasili, and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Helene.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Almost anybody could rig up an old boat like that.
I also see the pace of problem solving—and change in general—accelerating at an astonishing rate.
Tom used an incredulous tone when he asked me about my paranormal experiences.
If you have an unwavering commitment to an idea that all things will be good all the time, then that is irrational.
He leaned forward as the horse leaped, and then back as he slowed it down, then sideways at an impossible angle as it scrambled around the barrel.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
They should be doing an ultrasound in a couple of weeks.
Emerging from the bathroom an hour later half asleep, she put the new nightgown on and climbed into bed.
He looked more closely and saw that it was an ant.
It is a simple premise and yet, at the same time, an article of faith—a faith that the future would be better than the past.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
But about this time I had an experience which taught me that nature is not always kind.
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part.
From the garden it looked like an arbour.
Andrew threw out his hand and received an ugly gash across the knuckles.
One was Mr. Webster's horse; the other was an old gray nag with a lady's sidesaddle on its back.
In a short time they reached Corinth in safety, and the king sent an officer to bring the captain and his men to the palace.
So they filled a small boat with the things that he would need the most--an ax, a hoe, a kettle, and some other things.
He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws.
Evidently accustomed to managing debates and to maintaining an argument, he began in low but distinct tones:
Pierre suddenly saw an outlet for his excitement.
One of the old men nearest to him looked round, but his attention was immediately diverted by an exclamation at the other side of the table.
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
Napoleon having cut our armies apart advanced far into the country and missed several chances of forcing an engagement.
Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.
It was necessary to fight an unexpected battle at Smolensk to save our lines of communication.
An old peasant whom Prince Andrew in his childhood had often seen at the gate was sitting on a green garden seat, plaiting a bast shoe.
All dissensions are at an end!
I know for a fact that Kutuzov made it an absolute condition that the Tsarevich should not be with the army.
Several adjutants galloped off, and an hour later, Lavrushka, the serf Denisov had handed over to Rostov, rode up to Napoleon in an orderly's jacket and on a French cavalry saddle, with a merry, and tipsy face.
She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
She knew that her going in during the night at an unusual hour would irritate him.
She recalled all her life with him and in every word and act of his found an expression of his love of her.
The doctor came out with an agitated face and said she could not enter.
Now in 1812, to anyone living in close touch with these people it was apparent that these undercurrents were acting strongly and nearing an eruption.
His excellency Prince Andrew himself gave me orders to move all the people away and not leave them with the enemy, and there is an order from the Tsar about it too.
An hour later Dunyasha came to tell the princess that Dron had come, and all the peasants had assembled at the barn by the princess' order and wished to have word with their mistress.
And again all the faces in that crowd bore an identical expression, though now it was certainly not an expression of curiosity or gratitude, but of angry resolve.
Oh yes, an artful tale!