"How long will it take you to stop my breath?" he asked.
But man's capacities have never been measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents, so little has been tried.
He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
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.
He was, in fact, making this soup, his favorite dish.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
He has no time to be anything but a machine.
Jim's ears were standing erect upon his head and every muscle of his big body was tense as he trotted toward home.
And Croesus was so amazed that he endowed the Oracle at Delphi with all kinds of gifts and planned to run all-important questions by this oracle.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.
"Of course," he replied.
Next to Washington he was the greatest American.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general.
He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale.
Next to his family he loved his dogs and gun.
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
"I wouldn't dare try," he said.
Very likely he has stopped to take care of them.
He lifted the nest gently and put it in a safe place in the forks of the tree.
He leaped into the saddle, and away he dashed with his officers close behind him.
He had done one good deed.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
So he commissioned seven emissaries to go out to seven certain oracles around the world and on a predetermined day, let's say July 12, at a predetermined time, say 3:00 p.m.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
I was greatly puzzled to know what he was doing.
Count Ilya Rostov, in a military uniform of Catherine's time, was sauntering with a pleasant smile among the crowd, with all of whom he was acquainted.
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 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.
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
He pushed forward, feeling stirred, but not yet sure what stirred him or what he would say.
Evidently accustomed to managing debates and to maintaining an argument, he began in low but distinct tones:
He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.
He himself did not yet know what he would say, but he began to speak eagerly, occasionally lapsing into French or expressing himself in bookish Russian.
"Excuse me, your excellency," he began.
(He was well acquainted with the senator, but thought it necessary on this occasion to address him formally.)
I imagine," he went on, warming to his subject, "that the Emperor himself would not be satisfied to find in us merely owners of serfs whom we are willing to devote to his service, and chair a canon * we are ready to make of ourselves--and not to obtain from us any co-co-counsel."