I'm going to make myself a sandwich and get back to work.
I'm going to bed.
I am going to find such a way if I can.
What time are we going to leave tomorrow?
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
He was going to call the doctor.
He is going to get himself killed.
They have no economic advantage in going to war.
I am going to be a sailor and nothing else.
Grandmother is going to make me two new dresses.
If I have since learned differently, I am not going to tell anybody.
I'm going to begin now.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
I am going to send you a birthday gift with this letter.
Pierre saw that Prince Andrew was going to speak of Natasha, and his broad face expressed pity and sympathy.
I am going to put you in the academy there.
They are going to send me some money for a poor little deaf and dumb and blind child.
Has he spoken to you of going away? she asked.
We're going out for breakfast.
This is going to have profound effects.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
You are going to the war and have no pity for me.
What's going to become of us now?
"Because I am going to stop your breath," was the reply.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
Some of the king's soldiers are going to Concord to get the powder that is there.
I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me.
It is getting warm here now, so father is going to take us to the Quarry on the 20th of August.
"Well, why are you going to the war?" asked Pierre.
Yes, first I thought that we are driving along and imagining that we are going home, but that heaven knows where we are really going in the darkness, and that we shall arrive and suddenly find that we are not in Otradnoe, but in Fairyland.
On waking she listened to what was going on behind the door and, hearing him groan, said to herself with a sigh that things were still the same.
She is going to their estate near Moscow either today or tomorrow morning, with her nephew.
You are going to Exeter with me.
Unless one can somehow imagine NATO countries going to war with each other, such as Belgium invading the United Kingdom, it is hard to see how "world wars" could escalate outside of NATO member countries.
She is going home to rest, but she will come back to me next autumn.
This was the first home-going after she had learned to "talk with her mouth."
"I'm not going to drop a pin," said Zeb.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
If you were male and born on a farm, you were almost certainly going to be a farmer.
What is going to happen?
I'm not ever going to know them if I never meet them, am I?
No doubt, many of my townsmen have met me returning from this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston in the twilight, or woodchoppers going to their work.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
Several of the field galloped to the spot where the fight was going on.
"Where were you going?" she asked.
The servants stood round the table--but Prince Andrew was not there and life was going on as before.
But the countess would not agree to his going; he had had a bad leg all these last days.
It would be too good! said Natasha, rising and going to the looking glasses.
It was said that Mamonov's regiment would cost him eight hundred thousand rubles, and that Bezukhov had spent even more on his, but that the best thing about Bezukhov's action was that he himself was going to don a uniform and ride at the head of his regiment without charging anything for the show.
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
The air is filled with the bleating of calves and sheep, and the hustling of oxen, as if a pastoral valley were going by.
Heaven only knows where we are going, and heaven knows what is happening to us--but it is very strange and pleasant whatever it is.
We are just going to the left flank.
After going through the wood for about a mile and a half they came out on a glade where troops of Tuchkov's corps were stationed to defend the left flank.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
I'm not going to get married.
At midnight dancing was still going on.
"Where are you going?" shouted Pierre to the man, who was driving to Lubyanka Street.
What am I going to do?
Are you going to remain as you are, dear princess? she began.
He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it.
Count Rostopchin alone kept the conversation going, now relating the latest town news, and now the latest political gossip.
Incidents were related evidently confirming the opinion that everything was going from bad to worse, but whether telling a story or giving an opinion the speaker always stopped, or was stopped, at the point beyond which his criticism might touch the sovereign himself.
She did not realize who and where she was, nor what was going on before her.
He looked attentively at the carts in the yard and while going up to the porch took out a clean pocket handkerchief and tied a knot in it.
"Mamma, it's impossible: see what is going on in the yard!" she cried.
At the end of January Princess Mary left for Moscow, and the count insisted on Natasha's going with her to consult the doctors.
I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
If you don't remember where you buried the bone, it isn't going to be much help when you get hungry later.
Alex, I'm going to look at a house with your father.
I am certain this idea is going to take some time to get used to.
I am going to take some of what you have and give it to someone else.
In a flash I knew that the word was the name of the process that was going on in my head.
His going away left a vacancy in our lives that has never been filled.
I am very sorry that you are going so far away.
Did you know that the blind children are going to have their commencement exercises in Tremont Temple, next Tuesday afternoon?
Helen has learned to tell the time at last, and her father is going to give her a watch for Christmas.
You know my son's going, Marya Dmitrievna?
Are you going to have lunch too?
Well, you will be coming," he was going to say, "to dine," but changed his mind and said "to take tea with us," and quickly doubling up his tongue he blew a small round ring of tobacco smoke, perfectly embodying his dream of happiness.
He was going to dine that evening at Speranski's, "with only a few friends," as the host had said when inviting him.
She told her how he had complimented her, how he told her he was going abroad, asked her where they were going to spend the summer, and then how he had asked her about Boris.
She did not go out into society; everyone knew that her father would not let her go anywhere without him, and his failing health prevented his going out himself, so that she was not invited to dinners and evening parties.
Now take off your things, quick! she shouted to the count who was going to kiss her hand.
In the stalls everyone began moving about, going out and coming in.
All that was going on before her now seemed quite natural, but on the other hand all her previous thoughts of her betrothed, of Princess Mary, or of life in the country did not once recur to her mind and were as if belonging to a remote past.
That evening Marya Dmitrievna was going to the Akharovs' and proposed to take the girls with her.
Though they were all going with him, Anatole evidently wished to make something touching and solemn out of this address to his comrades.
I am going abroad.
He was in very good spirits; the affair with the purchaser was going on satisfactorily, and there was nothing to keep him any longer in Moscow, away from the countess whom he missed.
In the club all was going on as usual.
Pierre felt it strange to see this calm, indifferent crowd of people unaware of what was going on in his soul.
"Ah, Pierre," said the countess going up to her husband.
All the time Boris was going through the figures of the mazurka, he was worried by the question of what news Balashev had brought and how he could find it out before others.
Duroc said that Napoleon would receive the Russian general before going for his ride.
Why do you say that, when you are going to this terrible war, and he is so old?
This was the party of the elders, reasonable men experienced and capable in state affairs, who, without sharing any of those conflicting opinions, were able to take a detached view of what was going on at the staff at headquarters and to consider means of escape from this muddle, indecision, intricacy, and weakness.
Formerly, when going into action, Rostov had felt afraid; now he had not the least feeling of fear.
He had grown accustomed when going into action to think about anything but what would seem most likely to interest him--the impending danger.
That Frenchman, by his uniform an officer, was going at a gallop, crouching on his gray horse and urging it on with his saber.
On her way home at an early hour when she met no one but bricklayers going to work or men sweeping the street, and everybody within the houses was still asleep, Natasha experienced a feeling new to her, a sense of the possibility of correcting her faults, the possibility of a new, clean life, and of happiness.
Fedya Obolenski is younger than I, and he's going too.
Well, and what are you going to do?
He muttered unceasingly, his eyebrows and lips twitching, and it was impossible to tell whether he understood what was going on around him or not.
She had not slept and had stolen downstairs on tiptoe, and going to the door of the conservatory where he slept that night had listened at the door.
I am going because... well, because everyone is going: and besides--I am not Joan of Arc or an Amazon.
Drive past Tatarinova, a lot of digging is going on there.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
And it was not Napoleon who directed the course of the battle, for none of his orders were executed and during the battle he did not know what was going on before him.
Pierre saw that there was a bridge in front of him and that soldiers were doing something on both sides of it and in the meadow, among the rows of new-mown hay which he had taken no notice of amid the smoke of the campfires the day before; but despite the incessant firing going on there he had no idea that this was the field of battle.
The wounded prince: he spent the night in our house and is going with us.
"Natasha does not know yet, but he is going with us," said Sonya.
Efim, the old coachman, who was the only one the countess trusted to drive her, sat perched up high on the box and did not so much as glance round at what was going on behind him.
In fact, however, though now much farther off than before, the Rostovs all saw Pierre--or someone extraordinarily like him--in a coachman's coat, going down the street with head bent and a serious face beside a small, beardless old man who looked like a footman.
"Look here," he added, taking Gerasim by a button of his coat and looking down at the old man with moist, shining, and ecstatic eyes, "I say, do you know that there is going to be a battle tomorrow?"
"But how are you going to stop them?" replied another officer.
We too will take part..." the reader went on, and then paused ("Do you see," shouted the youth victoriously, "he's going to clear up the whole affair for you...."), "in destroying them, and will send these visitors to the devil.
Those who were able to get away were going of their own accord, those who remained behind decided for themselves what they must do.
At the moment when Vereshchagin fell and the crowd closed in with savage yells and swayed about him, Rostopchin suddenly turned pale and, instead of going to the back entrance where his carriage awaited him, went with hurried steps and bent head, not knowing where and why, along the passage leading to the rooms on the ground floor.
Pierre knew this, but instead of acting he only thought about his undertaking, going over its minutest details in his mind.
While listening to these love stories his own love for Natasha unexpectedly rose to his mind, and going over the pictures of that love in his imagination he mentally compared them with Ramballe's tales.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
He had for some seconds been intently watching what was going on a few steps away.
But you don't suppose I'm going to get you married at once?
But a few days before they left Moscow, moved and excited by all that was going on, she called Sonya to her and, instead of reproaching and making demands on her, tearfully implored her to sacrifice herself and repay all that the family had done for her by breaking off her engagement with Nicholas.
In spite of her one desire to see her brother as soon as possible, and her vexation that at the moment when all she wanted was to see him they should be trying to entertain her and pretending to admire her nephew, the princess noticed all that was going on around her and felt the necessity of submitting, for a time, to this new order of things which she had entered.
As a result of the hostility between Kutuzov and Bennigsen, his Chief of Staff, the presence of confidential representatives of the Emperor, and these transfers, a more than usually complicated play of parties was going on among the staff of the army.
Coming out onto a field under the enemy's fire, this brave general went straight ahead, leading his men under fire, without considering in his agitation whether going into action now, with a single division, would be of any use or no.
"I'll go and ask them again directly," said Pierre, rising and going to the door of the shed.
"There's nothing to be done, we'll have to wake him," said Shcherbinin, rising and going up to the man in the nightcap who lay covered by a greatcoat.
I'm not going to discuss the matter.
Willarski was going to Moscow and they agreed to travel together.
Was he going to rebuild?
When was he going to Petersburg and would he mind taking a parcel for someone?--he replied: "Yes, perhaps," or, "I think so," and so on.
Pierre dined with them and would have spent the whole evening there, but Princess Mary was going to vespers and Pierre left the house with her.
"So you are going to Petersburg tomorrow?" she asked.
"No, I am not going," Pierre replied hastily, in a surprised tone and as though offended.
She was going to say that to speak of love was impossible, but she stopped because she had seen by the sudden change in Natasha two days before that she would not only not be hurt if Pierre spoke of his love, but that it was the very thing she wished for.
On hearing that he was going to Petersburg Natasha was astounded.
Are you going already, Count?
"Mary," he said softly, going up to her, "it will never happen again; I give you my word.
She again inquired whether everything was going well on the farm.
The children were playing at "going to Moscow" in a carriage made of chairs and invited her to go with them.
Evidently some jolly excitement was going on there.
Everybody sees that things are going so badly that they cannot be allowed to go on so and that it is the duty of all decent men to counteract it as far as they can.
Well, everything is going to ruin!
This evening he listened to Pierre in a sort of trance, and fancy--as we were going in to supper I looked and he had broken everything on my table to bits, and he told me of it himself at once!
Are you going to tell me who he is?
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
This evening they are going to entertain their friends with readings from your poems and music.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
We're going into action, gentlemen!
"Where are you going?" asked an infantry officer who was eating an apple, also half smiling as he looked at the handsome girl.
I'm going into action!
"Where are you off to?" he said suddenly to Prince Andrew who had risen and was going toward his room.
I am going away.
They say we are going to Olmutz, and Olmutz is a very decent town.
Where and why are you going, when you might remain here?
I was going to ask you.
Just as he was going to open it the sounds ceased, the door opened, and Kutuzov with his eagle nose and puffy face appeared in the doorway.
Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.
Having reached the left flank, instead of going to the front where the firing was, he began to look for the general and his staff where they could not possibly be, and so did not deliver the order.
She was going straight on through the conservatory, neither seeing nor hearing anything, when suddenly the well-known whispering of Mademoiselle Bourienne aroused her.
I'm not going to.
"Well, how are you going to get out of that?" he remarked.
It's no use your going to the commander-in-chief.
At dawn on the sixteenth of November, Denisov's squadron, in which Nicholas Rostov served and which was in Prince Bagration's detachment, moved from the place where it had spent the night, advancing into action as arranged, and after going behind other columns for about two thirds of a mile was stopped on the highroad.
The day was bright and sunny after a sharp night frost, and the cheerful glitter of that autumn day was in keeping with the news of victory which was conveyed, not only by the tales of those who had taken part in it, but also by the joyful expression on the faces of soldiers, officers, generals, and adjutants, as they passed Rostov going or coming.
But in what position are we going to attack him?
"Since Prince Bagration is not coming, we may begin," said Weyrother, hurriedly rising from his seat and going up to the table on which an enormous map of the environs of Brunn was spread out.
On the day of battle the soldiers excitedly try to get beyond the interests of their regiment, they listen intently, look about, and eagerly ask concerning what is going on around them.
Every soldier felt glad to know that to the unknown place where he was going, many more of our men were going too.
But he did not look at them: he looked only at what was going on in front of him--at the battery.
Having passed the Guards and traversed an empty space, Rostov, to avoid again getting in front of the first line as he had done when the Horse Guards charged, followed the line of reserves, going far round the place where the hottest musket fire and cannonade were heard.
From one of the drivers he learned that Kutuzov's staff were not far off, in the village the vehicles were going to.
One of the hindmost guns that was going onto the dam turned off onto the ice.
Denisov was going home to Voronezh and Rostov persuaded him to travel with him as far as Moscow and to stay with him there.
How are you going to speak to her-- thou or you?
Who is going to get me the flowers?
He was just going to take it when Dolokhov, leaning across, snatched it from his hand and began reading it.
If you are going to fight a duel, and you make a will and write affectionate letters to your parents, and if you think you may be killed, you are a fool and are lost for certain.
She laughed contemptuously and said she was not a fool to want to have children, and that she was not going to have any children by me.
Princess Mary sat alone in her room listening to the sounds in the house, now and then opening her door when someone passed and watching what was going on in the passage.
After a while he re-entered it as if to snuff the candles, and, seeing the prince was lying on the sofa, looked at him, noticed his perturbed face, shook his head, and going up to him silently kissed him on the shoulder and left the room without snuffing the candles or saying why he had entered.
Such a little while ago I came to this table with the thought of winning a hundred rubles to buy that casket for Mamma's name day and then going home.
"Now, Sonya!" she said, going to the very middle of the room, where she considered the resonance was best.
After Denisov's departure, Rostov spent another fortnight in Moscow, without going out of the house, waiting for the money his father could not at once raise, and he spent most of his time in the girls' room.
"Can he really be going away leaving me alone without having told me all, and without promising to help me?" thought Pierre, rising with downcast head; and he began to pace the room, glancing occasionally at the Mason.
"I?... I'm going to Petersburg," answered Pierre, in a childlike, hesitating voice.
You are going to Petersburg.
Pierre hurriedly began taking off his right boot also and was going to tuck up the other trouser leg to save this stranger the trouble, but the Mason told him that was not necessary and gave him a slipper for his left foot.
Pierre proposed going to his estates in the south and there attending to the welfare of his serfs.
"No, pardon me, I won't go now till the child is better," thought he, going to the door and looking into the nursery.
I am going back to my sister today.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
When I was in Kiev, Crazy Cyril says to me (he's one of God's own and goes barefoot summer and winter), he says, 'Why are you not going to the right place?
In answer to Rostov's inquiry where he was going, he answered vaguely and crossly that he had some business.
"Let God and our gweat monarch judge me afterwards!" said Denisov going out, and Rostov heard the hoofs of several horses splashing through the mud.
Going along the corridor, the assistant led Rostov to the officers' wards, consisting of three rooms, the doors of which stood open.
Rostov even noticed that Denisov did not like to be reminded of the regiment, or in general of that other free life which was going on outside the hospital.
Haven't I said I'm not going to gwovel?
In his mind, a painful process was going on which he could not bring to a conclusion.
The smell of the food the Preobrazhenskis were eating and a sense of hunger recalled him from these reflections; he had to get something to eat before going away.
For three days after the delivery of his speech at the lodge he lay on a sofa at home receiving no one and going nowhere.
I am going to bed with a happy and tranquil mind.
Natasha was going to her first grand ball.
The count was so weak, and trusted Mitenka so much, and was so good-natured, that everybody took advantage of him and things were going from bad to worse.
To throw off this burden as quickly as possible, on the third day after his arrival he went, angry and scowling and without answering questions as to where he was going, to Mitenka's lodge and demanded an account of everything.
"You are going?" asked Natasha.
"Yes, we are going," replied Nicholas reluctantly, for today, as he intended to hunt seriously, he did not want to take Natasha and Petya.
We are going, but only wolf hunting: it would be dull for you.
It's not fair; you are going by yourself, are having the horses saddled and said nothing to us about it.
We are going too! shouted Petya.
"Well, nephew, you're going for a big wolf," said "Uncle."
The huntsman standing in the hollow moved and loosed his borzois, and Nicholas saw a queer, short-legged red fox with a fine brush going hard across the field.
Having reached the knoll, Pierre sat down at one end of a trench surrounding the battery and gazed at what was going on around him with an unconsciously happy smile.
Malasha, who kept her eyes fixed on what was going on before her, understood the meaning of the council differently.
And where are you going, please?
And going to his bed he threw himself on it without undressing and immediately fell asleep.
Pierre dressed hurriedly and, instead of going to see them, went to the back porch and out through the gate.
Above all, they were gay because there was a war near Moscow, there would be fighting at the town gates, arms were being given out, everybody was escaping--going away somewhere, and in general something extraordinary was happening, and that is always exciting, especially to the young.
She was roused from her reverie by the talk of the maids in the next room (which was theirs) and by the sound of their hurried footsteps going to the back porch.
Only look what is going on in the yard...
You know, Sokolov, they are not all going away!
At midday on the twenty-second of October Pierre was going uphill along the muddy, slippery road, looking at his feet and at the roughness of the way.
The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
Natasha lay down, but when Princess Mary had drawn the blinds and was going away she called her back.
Unconsciously she immediately invented a reason for going down, and then, testing her strength, ran upstairs again, observing the result.
Well, anyhow we're going to end it.
"Ma tante, please let me stay," said he, going up to his aunt.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
What are you going to hide from me that I haven't already seen?
We're going to have a baby, not a sin.
You're going to have a little brother or sister.
He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
If their meeting today was any indication, this visit was going to be interesting - if not uncomfortable.
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
Are you going to change?
How long is this going to be your dirty little secret?
It isn't going to get any easier, so I'd better shape up.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
I'm sorry, but you weren't going to speak in your behalf.
What's going on in that pretty head?
Dad said we were going to watch some horses race tomorrow.
He wasn't going to buy it.
What are we going to do today, Dad?
For a minute there I thought you were going to bolt and run.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
Dancing with someone that tall was going to be... interesting.
"I thought he was going to beat you to me again," "Who?" he asked again.
You weren't going to introduce him to me... or Tessa?
I think everyone was guilty of staring at her at least once - if for no other reason, wondering if she was going to fall out of her dress.
But I think it's important that we're both aware of what's going on, don't you?
All the girls have the opportunity of going to college while the money is still there.
It was a good thing they didn't change after church, because everyone at the table was dressed as if going to church.
Was that why she looked like she was going to cry?
I'm going to bed.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.
It was a good thing they were going home tomorrow.
I'm going to take Destiny and Jonathan down to say good-bye.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
I know you're not going to be right 100% of the time.
They were home now - everything was going to be better.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
"There's going to be trouble, I'm sure," remarked the horse.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
It's every man's duty to do the best he knows how; and I'm going to do it.
These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to attend court.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
"Who is going to ride that nag?" asked Daniel.
"Children," he said, "we are going to play a new game.
And so we will keep the game going till it is time for school to be dismissed.
So it was arranged that the boy should travel with a small company of merchants who were going to the same place.
"No, no, I am going to be a sailor; I am going to see the world" he said.
But when they saw that his mind was set on going, they said no more.
Let them say what they please, I am not going to change my clothes.
And this man was saying we were going to the moon in a rocket ship made of metals we hadn't even invented.
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
Going from zero to one puppy might increase your utility a great amount.
I reasoned that if I could show how poverty will end, then of course hunger would end as well—how many rich people do you hear about going hungry?
Going back and forth between these strategies is problematic, to say the least.
Who could be against children not going blind?
He told Simonides he was only going to pay him half the fee and if he wanted the other half, he should collect it from Castor and Pollux.
But a world without want and without disease, a world with opportunity for all, is a world where getting along—even when we don't see eye to eye—is going to be a good bit easier.
I understood a good deal of what was going on about me.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
The thought of going to college took root in my heart and became an earnest desire, which impelled me to enter into competition for a degree with seeing and hearing girls, in the face of the strong opposition of many true and wise friends.
Gradually I began to find that there were disadvantages in going to college.
But I must not forget that I was going to write about last summer in particular.
We heard of the cruel, unnecessary fighting in the far-away Pacific, and learned of the struggles going on between capital and labour.
Another pleasure, which comes more rarely than the others, is going to the theatre.
When I am thirteen years old I am going to travel in many strange and beautiful countries.
They are going to give me a lovely present, but I cannot guess what it will be.
Teacher is going to see if it can be fixed.
His parents are too poor to pay to have the little fellow sent to school; so, instead of giving me a dog, the gentlemen are going to help make Tommy's life as bright and joyous as mine.
I have a very pretty little cart now, and if it ever stops raining teacher and I are going to drive every evening.
Now I am going to tell you a secret.
The glorious bay lay calm and beautiful in the October sunshine, and the ships came and went like idle dreams; those seaward going slowly disappeared like clouds that change from gold to gray; those homeward coming sped more quickly like birds that seek their mother's nest....
This year is going to be a very busy one for Teacher and myself.
July 9, 1897. ...Teacher and I are going to spend the summer at Wrentham, Mass. with our friends, the Chamberlins.
I feel as if I ought to give up the idea of going to college altogether: for not all the knowledge in the world could make me happy, if obtained at such a cost.
TO MISS MILDRED KELLER 138 Brattle Street, Cambridge, November 26, 1899. ...At last we are settled for the winter, and our work is going smoothly.
I had a good, frank talk with Mrs. Keller, and explained to her how difficult it was going to be to do anything with Helen under the existing circumstances.
She kept going to the door, as if she expected some one, and every now and then she would touch her cheek, which is her sign for her mother, and shake her head sadly.
She is going through the house now, applying the new words to all kinds of objects.
She stood very still for a moment, and it was evident from her face, which was flushed and troubled, that a struggle was going on in her mind.
I do not wonder you were surprised to hear that I was going to write something for the report.
I am going to Memphis to see them soon, and they will hug and kiss me.
Helen remained motionless through them all, not once showing the least sign that she realized what was going on.
I do not know where he was going because he was a little strange boy.
I SUPPOSE he was going to take it to his mother.
In the same way she played with Latin, learning not only from the lessons her first Latin teacher gave her, but from going over and over the words of a text, a game she played by herself.
How far she could receive communications is hard to determine, but she knew much that was going on around her.
At last they reached a great forest, and, being quite tired, they decided to rest awhile and look for nuts before going any further.
Instead of going to Fitchburg, you will be working here the greater part of the day.
He wasn't a-going to hurt himself.
I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is.
When the warmer days come, they who dwell near the river hear the ice crack at night with a startling whoop as loud as artillery, as if its icy fetters were rent from end to end, and within a few days see it rapidly going out.
If they pay the tax from a mistaken interest in the individual taxed, to save his property, or prevent his going to jail, it is because they have not considered wisely how far they let their private feelings interfere with the public good.
"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.
Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.
I am going because the life I am leading here does not suit me!
"Let us go and have supper," he said with a sigh, going to the door.
I'll take your bet tomorrow, but now we are all going to ----'s.
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
In the drawing room the conversation was still going on.
You see yours is already an officer in the Guards, while my Nicholas is going as a cadet.
He sent for Pierre and said to him: My dear fellow, if you are going to behave here as you did in Petersburg, you will end very badly; that is all I have to say to you.
"And why the deuce are we going to fight Bonaparte?" remarked Shinshin.
What sweets are we going to have? and Natasha's voice sounded still more firm and resolute.
What sweets are we going to have?
"Nicholas is going away in a week's time, his... papers... have come... he told me himself... but still I should not cry," and she showed a paper she held in her hand--with the verses Nicholas had written, "still, I should not cry, but you can't... no one can understand... what a soul he has!"
He looked inquiringly at his monitress and saw that she was again going on tiptoe to the reception room where they had left Prince Vasili and the eldest princess.
He was himself always occupied: writing his memoirs, solving problems in higher mathematics, turning snuffboxes on a lathe, working in the garden, or superintending the building that was always going on at his estate.
You should have seen the state of the mothers, wives, and children of the men who were going and should have heard the sobs.
"So you are really going to the war, Andrew?" she said sighing.
* "Marlborough is going to the wars; God knows when he'll return."
The regimental commander, going up to the line himself, ordered the soldiers to change into their greatcoats.
"The commander-in-chief is engaged," said Kozlovski, going hurriedly up to the unknown general and blocking his way to the door.
"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes.
He seemed to see and hear nothing of what was going on around him and to be absorbed by some depressing and unsolved problem.
Now only twelve hundred rubles was left of that money, so that this seven of hearts meant for him not only the loss of sixteen hundred rubles, but the necessity of going back on his word.
Where are you going to now, my dear sir?
She knew that her going in during the night at an unusual hour would irritate him.
Princess Mary stopped at the porch, still horrified by her spiritual baseness and trying to arrange her thoughts before going to her father.
If there was none of this magnanimity in war, we should go to war only when it was worth while going to certain death, as now.
He could not stop what was going on before him and around him and was supposed to be directed by him and to depend on him, and from its lack of success this affair, for the first time, seemed to him unnecessary and horrible.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and for a long time could not make out what was going on around him.
Without going home, Pierre took a cab and drove to see the Moscow commander-in-chief.
He is going with us.
Again they interrupted him: they had not asked where he was going, but why he was found near the fire?
Pierre turned away to avoid seeing what was going to happen.
But that native land was too far off, and for a man going a thousand miles it is absolutely necessary to set aside his final goal and to say to himself: "Today I shall get to a place twenty-five miles off where I shall rest and spend the night," and during the first day's journey that resting place eclipses his ultimate goal and attracts all his hopes and desires.
Denisov himself intended going with the esaul and Petya to the edge of the forest where it reached out to Shamshevo, to have a look at the part of the French bivouac they were to attack next day.
Is that weally still going on?
And what were you going to say?
What are you going to fix?
I'm going to bed early.
I am not going to sea.
And here's your pay for them! screams the countryman's whistle; timber like long battering-rams going twenty miles an hour against the city's walls, and chairs enough to seat all the weary and heavy-laden that dwell within them.
"I suppose there's no harm in going after such a thing to-day," says he.
"Going already?" said he.
I'm going down to get Destiny.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
The king looked, and saw that his soldiers were beaten, and that the battle was everywhere going against him.
This was done in large part because the two powers came so close to going to war over the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I am going to have a Christmas tree in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it.
And now I want to tell you what the dog lovers in America are going to do.
The laborer's day ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit, independent of his labor; but his employer, who speculates from month to month, has no respite from one end of the year to the other.
I am now going to the war, the greatest war there ever was, and I know nothing and am fit for nothing.
Just then they heard the big voice of Jim the cab-horse calling to them, and going to the doorway leading to the dome they found the Princess and a throng of her people had entered the House of the Sorcerer.
"I wondered if you were ever going to come back," she said, moving eagerly into step with him.