As a girl, she had wandered the woods with friends.
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
The Prince had been staring hard at the girl on the bush.
I didn't see the girl at the pool.
In the end, the saloon girl had been more important to him than his wife and children.
From that time, during all the rest of the Rostovs' journey, at every halting place and wherever they spent a night, Natasha never left the wounded Bolkonski, and the doctor had to admit that he had not expected from a young girl either such firmness or such skill in nursing a wounded man.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
To a girl who enjoyed surprises, he was a gold mine.
Was it the little girl deep inside of her that still longed for daddy to come home - even after being abandoned?
Girl, you better watch that tongue.
What could her father have seen in that saloon girl to make him leave so much behind?
She started to call out to him, but a pretty young Indian girl emerged from those same bushes.
No wonder the girl invited his attention.
It was plain that the Indian girl knew she had created a problem.
She couldn't blame the Indian girl any more than she could blame the saloon girl who ran off with her father.
His attention was so focused on the girl that he didn't notice Cassie.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
Most are teenagers and probably runaways, but I'm sure many are cases like that girl from Cranston they mentioned.
"Where is the House of the Sorcerer?" the girl enquired.
"I'm sure the Princess is ready to be picked," asserted Dorothy, gazing hard at the beautiful girl on the bush.
As soon as the little girl knew what had happened she awakened the Wizard and Zeb, and at once preparations were made to go to the rescue of Jim and the piglets.
The piglets had smelled the fruit quickly, and before the girl could reach out her hand to pluck it every one of the nine tiny ones had rushed in and commenced to devour it with great eagerness.
"No!" replied the boy and the girl, together.
The girl laughed, and her mother said:
The girl took a leaf and rubbed it upon the kitten's paws, and the rest of the plant was handed to Zeb, who, after applying it to his own feet, carefully rubbed it upon all four of Jim's hoofs and then upon the tires of the buggy-wheels.
She squeezed the kitten, though, until it screeched; and then the old cab-horse made several curious sounds that led the little girl to suspect he was laughing at them all.
"Dear me! how careless Eureka is," exclaimed the girl, much distressed.
He was sorry for the pretty frightened little girl, was afraid of looking at her, and yet felt an irresistible desire to do so.
They say he blushed like a girl to whom Joconde is read, when he said to Kutuzov: 'Your Emperor and the Fatherland award you this honor.'
"Immediately, I'm coming, I'm coming!" replied the princess hurriedly, not giving Dunyasha time to finish what she was saying, and trying to avoid seeing the girl she ran toward the house.
For Denisov, too, the memories awakened by the name of Bolkonski belonged to a distant, romantic past, when after supper and after Natasha's singing he had proposed to a little girl of fifteen without realizing what he was doing.
Denisov blushed like a girl (it was strange to see the color rise in that shaggy, bibulous, time- worn face) and boldly began to expound his plan of cutting the enemy's lines of communication between Smolensk and Vyazma.
Love... that little girl who seemed to me brimming over with mystic forces!
He only saw in her a pretty and fresh young girl, with whom he did not deign to unite his fate.
His glance met Malasha's, and the expression of his eyes caused the little girl to smile.
Timokhin, kept awake by the pain in his wounded leg, gazed with wide-open eyes at this strange apparition of a girl in a white chemise, dressing jacket, and nightcap.
Aniska, go, you horrid girl, show him the way! she cried to the maid, angrily opening her mouth and still farther exposing her long teeth.
"Ooh!" wailed the girl, pointing to the wing.