Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
Dorothy grabbed fast hold of the buggy top and the boy did the same.
People overwhelmingly believed the future would be better, and they were right!
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
They have two fertilized eggs and they want final consent.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
It should have arrived at Hugson's Siding at midnight, but it was already five o'clock and the gray dawn was breaking in the east when the little train slowly rumbled up to the open shed that served for the station-house.
The conductor helped her off the car and then the engineer started his train again, so that it puffed and groaned and moved slowly away up the track.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
It was a big horse, tall and bony, with long legs and large knees and feet.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.
The buggy seemed almost new, for it had a shiny top and side curtains.
She set down the bird-cage and poked the boy with her parasol.
We've been away for a long time, you know, and so we're anxious to get home again.
Next minute there was a roar and a sharp crash, and at her side Dorothy saw the ground open in a wide crack and then come together again.
Zeb shook the reins and urged him to go, but Jim was stubborn.
There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
Dorothy and Zeb looked at one another in wonder.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
He too approached that group and listened with a kindly smile and nods of approval, as he always did, to what the speaker was saying.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
It was indicative of dissipation and the exercise of authority.
All that did was to enwich the pwiests' sons and thieves and wobbahs....
Count Ilya Rostov smiled blandly and nodded approval.
Bettah have another conscwiption... o' ou' men will wetu'n neithah soldiers no' peasants, and we'll get only depwavity fwom them.
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.