There were many pretty girls and the Rostov girls were among the prettiest.
"You have three girls, Señor Medena" Alex interrupted.
"And am I to bring the gypsy girls along with him?" asked Nicholas, laughing.
"Where are the girls?" he asked in a low, level growl.
The count decided not to sit down to cards or let his girls out of his sight and to get away as soon as Mademoiselle George's performance was over.
If Brandon hadn't shared his plans with the other girls, it wasn't her place to go blabbing them now.
The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
You'd better call one of the girls to pick you up.
You do more work than the other two girls put together.
I'm sure Brennen was confused by my sharp response and background noise but once girls and dog had left we settled down to business.
The girls sprang aside.
And Natasha rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile.
Count Rostov took the girls to Countess Bezukhova's.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
All three girls laughed.
I don't want to put the girls out of a home.
All the girls have the opportunity of going to college while the money is still there.
Which of the girls do you think is most qualified to run the ranch?
I can't see any of the girls running the ranch... or wanting to, for that matter.
Don't you girls know how dangerous it is to be walking at night around here?
Yet working girls his age were usually either wives or soiled doves.
Well; sometimes girls are more sensitive about things.
It was always young girls so I started looking at old unsolved cases; missing children as well as murders.
"Promise me you won't let him do to me what he did to the other girls," she said at one point.
"Toni, if at any time you feel the girls are in danger, evac the girls and then everyone else," Dusty said, turning to his XO.
While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.
He and the girls were gone, though three men in sunglasses moved purposefully toward her and Jule.
A delicious smell mixing with giggles and laughter wafted from a sidewalk table where a group of young girls were peddling baked goodies.
One of the girls grabbed her hand to pull her to the blankets where they'd been sitting while another one tugged at a loose lock of her hair.
I smile and the other girls look at me as if I'm daft.
At sixteen, while vacationing at a New Hampshire camp for girls, she had become involved with a local boy, Donald Ryland.
Pretty girls or just murder and mayhem?
In that circle they discountenanced those who advised hurried preparations for a removal to Kazan of the court and the girls' educational establishments under the patronage of the Dowager Empress.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
What a chance those girls have missed!
Madame Schoss and the two girls were to sleep on some hay on the floor.
Two girls of about ten and twelve, dressed in dirty short frocks and cloaks, were staring at their mother with a look of stupefaction on their pale frightened faces.
The women and girls flirted with him and, from the first day, the people concerned themselves to get this fine young daredevil of an hussar married and settled down.
The girls wanted me to ask since they haven't met you yet.
She slid her feet into clogs and left the room, meeting Ully just outside the girls' locker room.