She leaned her head on his shoulder.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Here was her round head, covered with pretty curls.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.
His position has not turned his head at all.
Pierre shook his head and went on.
"To see the Governor by his excellency's order," answered Alpatych, lifting his head and proudly thrusting his hand into the bosom of his coat as he always did when he mentioned the prince....
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
However, the Wizard went once more to his satchel--which seemed to contain a surprising variety of odds and ends--and brought out a spool of strong wire, by means of which they managed to fasten four of the wings to Jim's harness, two near his head and two near his tail.
"After seven, sleepy head," she said with a smile.
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
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.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
They advanced in a great swarm, having been joined by many more of their kind, and they flew straight over Jim's head to where the others were standing.
The top of its head was carved into a crown and the Wizard's bullet had struck it exactly in the left eye, which was a hard wooden knot.
"What's that?" asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.
But Miss Sullivan shook her head, and I was greatly puzzled and disappointed.
I had a French grammar in raised print, and as I already knew some French, I often amused myself by composing in my head short exercises, using the new words as I came across them, and ignoring rules and other technicalities as much as possible.
It is enough to make one's head whirl!
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
Alpatych swayed his head and went upstairs.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
Carmen shook her head in disbelief.
He leaned his head back and smiled up at her.
"But only for a time," replied the Wizard, shaking his head gloomily.
"That I have forgotten," replied the Gump's Head, "and I do not think it is of much importance.
If she wanted a small object and was given a large one, she would shake her head and take up a tiny bit of the skin of one hand between the thumb and finger of the other.
My head is hands and feet.
One pleasant morning after a cold night, February 24th, 1850, having gone to Flint's Pond to spend the day, I noticed with surprise, that when I struck the ice with the head of my axe, it resounded like a gong for many rods around, or as if I had struck on a tight drum-head.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.
She took it quickly and bent her head over it.
Bagration bowed his head and listened:
Well, Michael Ivanovich," he suddenly went on, raising his head and pointing to the plan of the building, "tell me how you mean to alter it...."
He lifted his head high and gazed at Denisov as if repressing a laugh.
Tikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty--the gap-toothed).
He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrow's undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself.
During the third night the countess kept very quiet for a few minutes, and Natasha rested her head on the arm of her chair and closed her eyes, but opened them again on hearing the bedstead creak.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
When she shook her head, he continued.
Alex's head jerked up and his jaw dropped.
He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
He was sitting in his chair, everything from the top of his head to his thighs covered with the newspaper he was holding out to read.
She leaned her head back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
He shook his head, still frowning.
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
Jim's eyes stuck out as much as those of the Sawhorse, and he stared at the creature with his ears erect and his long head drawn back until it rested against his arched neck.
"What brought you back?" was the next question, and Dorothy's eye rested on an antlered head hanging on the wall just over the fireplace, and caught its lips in the act of moving.
I was then for a time the Head of the finest Flying Machine that was ever known to exist, and we did many wonderful things.
The brilliantly polished Tin Woodman marched next, at the head of the Royal Army of Oz which consisted of twenty-eight officers, from Generals down to Captains.
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
There was more applause at this, and then Ozma had the jewelled saddle replaced upon the Sawhorse and herself rode the victor back to the city at the head of the grand procession.
The other day I broke my doll's head off; but that was not a dreadful accident, because dolls do not live and feel, like people.
Why, I can do long, complicated quadratic equations in my head quite easily, and it is great fun!
As Mr. Anagnos was the head of a great institution, what he said had much more effect than the facts in Miss Sullivan's account on which he based his statements.
I made her understand, by pointing to a trunk in the hall and to myself and nodding my head, that I had a trunk, and then made the sign that she had used for eating, and nodded again.
She has a fine head, and it is set on her shoulders just right.
I shook my head and tried to form the letters with her fingers; but she got more and more angry.
I shook my head and took them all off and made her feel of the two wooden beads and the one glass bead.
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.
When he succeeded in forming it to suit her, she patted him on his woolly head so vigorously that I thought some of his slips were intentional.
I think "no" and "yes," conveyed by a shake or a nod of my head, have become facts as apparent to her as hot and cold or as the difference between pain and pleasure.
Helen shook her head and spelled "Baby teeth--no, baby eat--no," meaning of course, "Baby cannot eat because she has no teeth."
She evidently understood that VERY was the name of the new thing that had come into her head; for all the way back to the house she used the word VERY correctly.
I made her go through the motion of knocking the doll's head on the table and spelled to her: No, no, Helen is naughty.
Helen's head measures twenty and one-half inches, and mine measures twenty-one and one-half inches.
Above this line the head rises one and one-fourth inches.
She wrote it out of her own head, as the children say.
A few minutes afterward she felt of her little sister's head and said to her mother, "Mildred's head is small and hard."
My fingers and head ached; but Helen was as fresh and full of spirit as when we left home.
She would turn her head, smile, and act as though she had heard what was said.
She shook her head decidedly, and said: My enemies would think I was running away.
Then why did He let little sister fall this morning, and hurt her head so badly?
I rode a fiery hunter--I can feel the impatient toss of his head now and the quiver that ran through him at the first roar of the cannon.
I had just sunk my head on this when the bells rung fire, and in hot haste the engines rolled that way, led by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among the foremost, for I had leaped the brook.
The ear may be regarded, fancifully, as a lichen, Umbilicaria, on the side of the head, with its lobe or drop.
But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander, and when they had got into rank circled about over my head, twenty-nine of them, and then steered straight to Canada, with a regular honk from the leader at intervals, trusting to break their fast in muddier pools.
You do not put your head into the fire.
Pierre shook his head and arms as if attacked by mosquitoes or bees.
Sonya tried to lift her head to answer but could not, and hid her face still deeper in the bed.
"Look at Papa!" shouted Natasha to the whole company, and quite forgetting that she was dancing with a grown-up partner she bent her curly head to her knees and made the whole room ring with her laughter.
She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.
Then she shook her head and glanced up at the icons with a sigh.
"Yes, yes, of course," interrupted Prince Vasili impatiently, rubbing his bald head and angrily pulling back toward him the little table that he had pushed away.
All became silent and turned to look at the pale tear-worn Anna Mikhaylovna as she entered, and at the big stout figure of Pierre who, hanging his head, meekly followed her.
Not two minutes had passed before Prince Vasili with head erect majestically entered the room.
But now this head was swaying helplessly with the uneven movements of the bearers, and the cold listless gaze fixed itself upon nothing.
He lay with his head propped high on the pillows.
He made an effort to look at the servant who stood constantly at the head of the bed.
Prince Vasili bent his head and spread out his hands.
Anna Mikhaylovna left him, and when she returned he was fast asleep with his head on his arm.
I know you well enough to be sure that this will not turn your head, but it imposes duties on you, and you must be a man.
Wants to vanquish Buonaparte? said the old man, shaking his powdered head as much as the tail, which Tikhon was holding fast to plait, would allow.
The head butler, napkin on arm, was scanning the setting of the table, making signs to the footmen, and anxiously glancing from the clock to the door by which the prince was to enter.
Prince Andrew, looking again at that genealogical tree, shook his head, laughing as a man laughs who looks at a portrait so characteristic of the original as to be amusing.
Her brother shook his head incredulously.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
That's all right! said he; and looking angrily at the unconscious little princess, he shook his head reprovingly and slammed the door.
On hearing this the regimental commander hung his head, silently shrugged his shoulders, and spread out his arms with a choleric gesture.
Looking at their boots he several times shook his head sadly, pointing them out to the Austrian general with an expression which seemed to say that he was not blaming anyone, but could not help noticing what a bad state of things it was.
But at that instant a tall Austrian general in a greatcoat, with the order of Maria Theresa on his neck and a black bandage round his head, who had evidently just arrived, entered quickly, slamming the door.
Then he lifted his head, stretched his neck as if he intended to say something, but immediately, with affected indifference, began to hum to himself, producing a queer sound which immediately broke off.
The general with the bandaged head bent forward as though running away from some danger, and, making long, quick strides with his thin legs, went up to Kutuzov.
Then wrinkles ran over his face like a wave and his forehead became smooth again, he bowed his head respectfully, closed his eyes, silently let Mack enter his room before him, and closed the door himself behind him.
He bowed his head and scraped first with one foot and then with the other, awkwardly, like a child at a dancing lesson.
The German laughed, came out of the cowshed, pulled off his cap, and waving it above his head cried:
Rostov waved his cap above his head like the German and cried laughing, "Und vivat die ganze Welt!"
No, I remember thinking that you kept it under your head like a treasure, said Rostov.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
With his shaggy head thrown back like birds when they drink, pressing his spurs mercilessly into the sides of his good horse, Bedouin, and sitting as though falling backwards in the saddle, he galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to the men to look to their pistols.
A wax candle stood at each side of the minister's bent bald head with its gray temples.
He had an intellectual and distinctive head, but the instant he turned to Prince Andrew the firm, intelligent expression on his face changed in a way evidently deliberate and habitual to him.
"Demosthenes, I know thee by the pebble thou secretest in thy golden mouth!" said Bilibin, and the mop of hair on his head moved with satisfaction.
Prince Bagration bowed his head in sign of assent and approval.
One with a bleeding head and no cap was being dragged along by two soldiers who supported him under the arms.
Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that this was exactly what he had desired and expected.
The head of the column had already descended into the hollow.
The head of the French column, with its officers leading, appeared from below the hill.
Blood was flowing from his head; he struggled but could not rise.
The man was wearing a bluish coat of broadcloth, he had no knapsack or cap, his head was bandaged, and over his shoulder a French munition pouch was slung.
But Dolokhov did not go away; he untied the handkerchief around his head, pulled it off, and showed the blood congealed on his hair.
The soldiers, for the most part handsome fellows and, as is always the case in an artillery company, a head and shoulders taller and twice as broad as their officer--all looked at their commander like children in an embarrassing situation, and the expression on his face was invariably reflected on theirs.
"Now then, Matvevna, dear old lady, don't let me down!" he was saying as he moved from the gun, when a strange, unfamiliar voice called above his head: "Captain Tushin!
Of these plans he had not merely one or two in his head but dozens, some only beginning to form themselves, some approaching achievement, and some in course of disintegration.
At the head of the table, where the honored guests sat, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and under the influence of a variety of exciting sensations.
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
His head sank forward and then he roused himself.
Shaking himself, he rose, threw back his head, and with resolute steps went past the ladies into the little drawing room.
He was about to stoop over her hand and kiss it, but with a rapid, almost brutal movement of her head, she intercepted his lips and met them with her own.
The prince bowed his head and went up to the porch.
He shaved and scented himself with the care and elegance which had become habitual to him and, his handsome head held high, entered his father's room with the good-humored and victorious air natural to him.
What could all that matter in comparison with the will of God, without Whose care not a hair of man's head can fall?
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.
So her future shaped itself in Mademoiselle Bourienne's head at the very time she was talking to Anatole about Paris.
"Devil take 'em!" he muttered, while his head was still covered by the shirt.
She lowered her head and was ready to burst into tears.
After dinner, she rushed head long after Anna Mikhaylovna and, dashing at her, flung herself on her neck as soon as she overtook her in the sitting room.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
The German landlady, hearing Rostov's loud voice, popped her head in at the door.
That's what keeping one's head means.
Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.
To the Head of the French Government...
Weyrother evidently felt himself to be at the head of a movement that had already become unrestrainable.
In the middle of one of the longest sentences, he stopped the rotary motion of the snuffbox, raised his head, and with inimical politeness lurking in the corners of his thin lips interrupted Weyrother, wishing to say something.
He listened to what Langeron said, as if remarking, "So you are still at that silly business!" quickly closed his eye again, and let his head sink still lower.
And his head once more sank to his horse's neck.
At eight o'clock Kutuzov rode to Pratzen at the head of the fourth column, Miloradovich's, the one that was to take the place of Przebyszewski's and Langeron's columns which had already gone down into the valley.
The colonel at the head of the regiment was much surprised at the commander-in-chief's order to throw out skirmishers.
But Kutuzov, with respectfully bowed head, seemed also to be waiting.
"However, if you command it, Your Majesty," said Kutuzov, lifting his head and again assuming his former tone of a dull, unreasoning, but submissive general.
It seemed to him as though one of the soldiers near him hit him on the head with the full swing of a bludgeon.
The rider, whose figure seemed familiar to Rostov and involuntarily riveted his attention, made a gesture of refusal with his head and hand and by that gesture Rostov instantly recognized his lamented and adored monarch.
At that moment Alexander turned his head and Rostov saw the beloved features that were so deeply engraved on his memory.
He did not turn his head and did not see those who, judging by the sound of hoofs and voices, had ridden up and stopped near him.
His head was burning, he felt himself bleeding to death, and he saw above him the remote, lofty, and everlasting sky.
Denisov raised his head, coughed, and made no answer.
"Do wake up, Vaska!" he went on, turning to Denisov, whose head was again nodding.
Rostov, rubbing his eyes that seemed glued together, raised his disheveled head from the hot pillow.
He had no lambskin cap on his head, nor had he a loaded whip over his shoulder, as when Rostov had seen him on the eve of the battle of Austerlitz, but wore a tight new uniform with Russian and foreign Orders, and the Star of St. George on his left breast.
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.
Either I shall kill him, or he will hit me in the head, or elbow, or knee.
Dolokhov lowered his head to the snow, greedily bit at it, again raised his head, adjusted himself, drew in his legs and sat up, seeking a firm center of gravity.
But on entering Moscow he suddenly came to and, lifting his head with an effort, took Rostov, who was sitting beside him, by the hand.
"Louis XVI was executed because they said he was dishonorable and a criminal," came into Pierre's head, "and from their point of view they were right, as were those too who canonized him and died a martyr's death for his sake.
Princess Mary could not lift her head, she was weeping.
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.
Princess Mary threw a shawl over her head and ran to meet the newcomer.
The little princess lay supported by pillows, with a white cap on her head (the pains had just left her).
He came out from behind the chairs, clasped his partner's hand firmly, threw back his head, and advanced his foot, waiting for the beat.
Rostov, leaning his head on both hands, sat at the table which was scrawled over with figures, wet with spilled wine, and littered with cards.
With a pair of felt boots on his thin bony legs, and keeping on a worn, nankeen-covered, sheepskin coat, the traveler sat down on the sofa, leaned back his big head with its broad temples and close-cropped hair, and looked at Bezukhov.
"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.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
Gallop off to him at once and say I'll have his head off if everything is not here in a week.
The head of the garrison at Glogau, with ten thousand men, asks the King of Prussia what he is to do if he is summoned to surrender....
At last he saw him: the rosy boy had tossed about till he lay across the bed with his head lower than the pillow, and was smacking his lips in his sleep and breathing evenly.
Prince Andrew touched the head with his hand; even the hair was wet, so profusely had the child perspired.
He stood over him, gazing at his head and at the little arms and legs which showed under the blanket.
When he reached Kiev he sent for all his stewards to the head office and explained to them his intentions and wishes.
Pierre suddenly began, lowering his head and looking like a bull about to charge, why do you think so?
He was knocking the back of his head against the floor, hoarsely uttering some word which he kept repeating.
His neighbor on the other side, who lay motionless some distance from him with his head thrown back, was a young soldier with a snub nose.
Denisov lay asleep on his bed with his head under the blanket, though it was nearly noon.
Only the man who had the next bed, a stout Uhlan, continued to sit on his bed, gloomily frowning and smoking a pipe, and little one-armed Tushin still listened, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"It seems it's no use knocking one's head against a wall!" he said, coming from the window and giving Rostov a large envelope.
As soon as he noticed a French officer, who thrust his head out of the door, that warlike feeling of hostility which he always experienced at the sight of the enemy suddenly seized him.
Having heard Rostov to the end, the general shook his head gravely.
The general bowed his head respectfully, and the monarch mounted and rode down the street at a gallop.
As the Tsar rode up to one flank of the battalions, which presented arms, another group of horsemen galloped up to the opposite flank, and at the head of them Rostov recognized Napoleon.
Alexander listened attentively to what was said to him and, bending his head, smiled pleasantly.
Napoleon slightly turned his head, and put his plump little hand out behind him as if to take something.
Ahead of the rest and nearer to him ran a dark- haired, remarkably slim, pretty girl in a yellow chintz dress, with a white handkerchief on her head from under which loose locks of hair escaped.
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
Arakcheev turned his head toward him without looking at him.
Kochubey shook his head smilingly, as if surprised at Bolkonski's simplicity.
I looked at him, still holding him in my arms, and saw that his face was young, but that he had no hair on his head and his features were quite changed.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
The countess finished her prayers and came to the bed with a stern face, but seeing, that Natasha's head was covered, she smiled in her kind, weak way.
You have quite turned his head, I can see that....
You have quite turned his head, and why?
Sonya stood ready dressed in the middle of the room and, pressing the head of a pin till it hurt her dainty finger, was fixing on a last ribbon that squeaked as the pin went through it.
"That's not the way, that's not the way, Sonya!" cried Natasha turning her head and clutching with both hands at her hair which the maid who was dressing it had not time to release.
Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.
"That is Bezukhova's brother, Anatole Kuragin," she said, indicating a handsome officer of the Horse Guards who passed by them with head erect, looking at something over the heads of the ladies.
She, having raised her head, was looking up at him, flushed and evidently trying to master her rapid breathing.
His hussar comrades--not only those of his own regiment, but the whole brigade--gave Rostov a dinner to which the subscription was fifteen rubles a head, and at which there were two bands and two choirs of singers.
He bent down his head and listened, shaking a warning finger at his master.
The count turned and saw on his right Mitka staring at him with eyes starting out of his head, raising his cap and pointing before him to the other side.
He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.
Old Karay had turned his head and was angrily searching for fleas, baring his yellow teeth and snapping at his hind legs.
Suddenly the wolf's whole physiognomy changed: she shuddered, seeing what she had probably never seen before--human eyes fixed upon her--and turning her head a little toward Rostov, she paused.
Nearer and nearer... now she was ahead of it; but the wolf turned its head to face her, and instead of putting on speed as she usually did Milka suddenly raised her tail and stiffened her forelegs.
But the wolf jumped up more quickly than anyone could have expected and, gnashing her teeth, flew at the yellowish borzoi, which, with a piercing yelp, fell with its head on the ground, bleeding from a gash in its side.
That instant, when Nicholas saw the wolf struggling in the gully with the dogs, while from under them could be seen her gray hair and outstretched hind leg and her frightened choking head, with her ears laid back (Karay was pinning her by the throat), was the happiest moment of his life.
With his hand on his saddlebow, he was ready to dismount and stab the wolf, when she suddenly thrust her head up from among that mass of dogs, and then her forepaws were on the edge of the gully.
The huntsmen assembled with their booty and their stories, and all came to look at the wolf, which, with her broad-browed head hanging down and the bitten stick between her jaws, gazed with great glassy eyes at this crowd of dogs and men surrounding her.
"How is it you didn't go head over heels?" asked the boldest of all, addressing Natasha directly.
"Uncle" too was in high spirits and far from being offended by the brother's and sister's laughter (it could never enter his head that they might be laughing at his way of life) he himself joined in the merriment.
I can't make head or tail of it.
"Uncle" sat listening, slightly smiling, with his head on one side.
The countess lifted her head and looked attentively at her daughter.
While they were talking a maid thrust her head in at the other door of the sitting room.
The near side horse, arching his head and breaking into a short canter, tugged at his traces.
She threw this over her head and shoulders and glanced at Nicholas.
He slipped his arms under the cloak that covered her head, embraced her, pressed her to him, and kissed her on the lips that wore a mustache and had a smell of burnt cork.
The countess, sobbing heavily, hid her face on her daughter's breast, while Nicholas rose, clutching his head, and left the room.
Princess Mary again shook her head disapprovingly.
Marya Dmitrievna, with her spectacles hanging down on her nose and her head flung back, stood in the hall doorway looking with a stern, grim face at the new arrivals.
God is my witness, I did not know, muttered the old man, and after looking Natasha over from head to foot he went out.
Natasha raised her head and, kissing her friend on the lips, pressed her wet face against her.
Though the performance was proceeding, he walked deliberately down the carpeted gangway, his sword and spurs slightly jingling and his handsome perfumed head held high.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
In some places she raised her voice, in others she whispered, lifting her head triumphantly; sometimes she paused and uttered hoarse sounds, rolling her eyes.
He took it into his head to begin shouting, but I am not one to be shouted down.
Sonya sighed and shook her head incredulously.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
Natasha lying on the sofa, her head hidden in her hands, and she did not stir.
Anatole was sitting upright in the classic pose of military dandies, the lower part of his face hidden by his beaver collar and his head slightly bent.
"You're a scoundrel and a blackguard, and I don't know what deprives me from the pleasure of smashing your head with this!" said Pierre, expressing himself so artificially because he was talking French.
Without lifting his head he said something, and two of his aides-de-camp galloped off to the Polish uhlans.
On seeing the Russian general he threw back his head, with its long hair curling to his shoulders, in a majestically royal manner, and looked inquiringly at the French colonel.
When he noticed in Balashev's face the disagreeable impression this reception produced, Davout raised his head and coldly asked what he wanted.
He entered briskly, with a jerk at every step and his head slightly thrown back.
The latter bowed his head respectfully.
Balashev bowed his head affirmatively.
Balashev made no reply and bowed his head in silence.
Balashev bowed his head with an air indicating that he would like to make his bow and leave, and only listened because he could not help hearing what was said to him.
"Are the horses ready for the general?" he added, with a slight inclination of his head in reply to Balashev's bow.
She looked a little above Prince Andrew's head with the confident, accustomed look with which one looks at the place where a familiar portrait hangs.
In attendance on him was the head of the imperial staff, Quartermaster General Prince Volkonski, as well as generals, imperial aides-de-camp, diplomatic officials, and a large number of foreigners, but not the army staff.
Of a fourth opinion the most conspicuous representative was the Tsarevich, who could not forget his disillusionment at Austerlitz, where he had ridden out at the head of the Guards, in his casque and cavalry uniform as to a review, expecting to crush the French gallantly; but unexpectedly finding himself in the front line had narrowly escaped amid the general confusion.
Marquis Paulucci was talking to him with particular warmth and the Emperor, with his head bent to the left, was listening with a dissatisfied air.
If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand.
Rostov, smoking his pipe and turning his head about as the water trickled down his neck, listened inattentively, with an occasional glance at Ilyin, who was pressing close to him.
They had hardly begun to play before the doctor's disheveled head suddenly appeared from behind Mary Hendrikhovna.
But when he had gone into another room, to which the countess hurriedly followed him, he assumed a grave air and thoughtfully shaking his head said that though there was danger, he had hopes of the effect of this last medicine and one must wait and see, that the malady was chiefly mental, but...
The priest came out with his purple velvet biretta on his head, adjusted his hair, and knelt down with an effort.
The countess shook her head disapprovingly and angrily at every solemn expression in the manifesto.
May the ruin he hopes to bring upon us recoil on his own head, and may Europe delivered from bondage glorify the name of Russia!
When he came to himself, a man of clerical appearance with a tuft of gray hair at the back of his head and wearing a shabby blue cassock--probably a church clerk and chanter--was holding him under the arm with one hand while warding off the pressure of the crowd with the other.
"Go," he said, nodding his head to Alpatych, and began questioning the officer.
Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard's cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually.
Kutuzov swayed his head, as much as to say: "How is one man to deal with it all?" and again listened to Denisov.
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
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.
"If this patience comes out," he said to himself after shuffling the cards, holding them in his hand, and lifting his head, "if it comes out, it means... what does it mean?"
On reaching home Pierre gave orders to Evstafey--his head coachman who knew everything, could do anything, and was known to all Moscow--that he would leave that night for the army at Mozhaysk, and that his saddle horses should be sent there.
The sunshine from behind the hill did not penetrate into the cutting and there it was cold and damp, but above Pierre's head was the bright August sunshine and the bells sounded merrily.
His whole head was wrapped in rags and one cheek was swollen to the size of a baby's head.
This was one of the head army doctors.
With a long overcoat on his exceedingly stout, round-shouldered body, with uncovered white head and puffy face showing the white ball of the eye he had lost, Kutuzov walked with plunging, swaying gait into the crowd and stopped behind the priest.
He crossed himself with an accustomed movement, bent till he touched the ground with his hand, and bowed his white head with a deep sigh.
His white head twitched with the effort.
Kutuzov smilingly nodded his head to the rhythm of the verses.
Napoleon smiled and, lifting his head absent-mindedly, glanced to the right.
De Beausset closed his eyes, bowed his head, and sighed deeply, to indicate how profoundly he valued and comprehended the Emperor's words.
Napoleon frowned and sat silent for a long time leaning his head on his hand.
A crowd of military men was assembled there, members of the staff could be heard conversing in French, and Kutuzov's gray head in a white cap with a red band was visible, his gray nape sunk between his shoulders.
On that very meadow he had ridden over the day before, a soldier was lying athwart the rows of scented hay, with his head thrown awkwardly back and his shako off.
Pierre too bent his head and let his hands fall.
The adjutant bent his head affirmatively and began to report, but the Emperor turned from him, took a couple of steps, stopped, came back, and called Berthier.
Napoleon silently shook his head in negation.
He sat silently on a campstool below the knoll, with head bowed and elbows on his knees.
Napoleon bowed his head and remained silent a long time.
On the rug-covered bench where Pierre had seen him in the morning sat Kutuzov, his gray head hanging, his heavy body relaxed.
Several times his head dropped low as if it were falling and he dozed off.
Prince Andrew, pale and gloomy like everyone in the regiment, paced up and down from the border of one patch to another, at the edge of the meadow beside an oatfield, with head bowed and arms behind his back.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
He raised his head and looked about him, but above the level of the wounded men.
After turning his head from right to left for some time, he sighed and looked down.
On the other table, round which many people were crowding, a tall well-fed man lay on his back with his head thrown back.
His curly hair, its color, and the shape of his head seemed strangely familiar to Prince Andrew.
The doctors were busily engaged with the wounded man the shape of whose head seemed familiar to Prince Andrew: they were lifting him up and trying to quiet him.
The heaviness of his head and chest reminded him of the possibility of suffering and death for himself.
"My head, be it good or bad, must depend on itself," said he, rising from the bench, and he rode to Fili where his carriages were waiting.
His broad head with its bold features and glittering eyes was resting on his hand.
The first time the young foreigner allowed himself to reproach her, she lifted her beautiful head and, half turning to him, said firmly: That's just like a man--selfish and cruel!
The enchanting, middle-aged Frenchman laid his hands on her head and, as she herself afterward described it, she felt something like a fresh breeze wafted into her soul.
Pierre went out into the yard and, covering himself up head and all, lay down in his carriage.
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.
Filled with fright he opened his eyes and lifted his head from under his cloak.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
"Thank God, there is no more of that!" he thought, covering up his head again.
My head is sometimes in a whirl.
The head of the family, Count Ilya Rostov, continually drove about the city collecting the current rumors from all sides and gave superficial and hasty orders at home about the preparations for their departure.
With a slight inclination of her head, Natasha stepped back quickly to Mavra Kuzminichna, who stood talking compassionately to the officer.
Sonya, owing to the count's contradictory orders, lost her head and did not know what to do.
The old servant returned to the caleche, looked into it, shook his head disconsolately, told the driver to turn into the yard, and stopped beside Mavra Kuzminichna.
"Well, Vasilich, is everything ready?" asked the count, and stroking his bald head he looked good-naturedly at the officer and the orderly and nodded to them.
Berg, the Rostovs' son-in-law, was already a colonel wearing the orders of Vladimir and Anna, and he still filled the quiet and agreeable post of assistant to the head of the staff of the assistant commander of the first division of the Second Army.
General Barclay de Tolly risked his life everywhere at the head of the troops, I can assure you.
Berg hurriedly jumped up, kissed her hand, asked about her health, and, swaying his head from side to side to express sympathy, remained standing beside her.
At that moment Berg drew out his handkerchief as if to blow his nose and, seeing the knot in it, pondered, shaking his head sadly and significantly.
Almost at the head of the line she could see the raised hood of Prince Andrew's caleche.
"Mamma," screamed Natasha, "I'll stake my head it's he!
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.
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.
When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza bridge to overtake his regiment.
"I daresay you would like to bind me!" shouted the publican, pushing away the men advancing on him, and snatching his cap from his head he flung it on the ground.
The tall lad hung his head gloomily.
His emaciated young face, disfigured by the half-shaven head, hung down hopelessly.
And one of the soldiers, his face all at once distorted with fury, struck Vereshchagin on the head with the blunt side of his saber.
Vereshchagin with a cry of horror, covering his head with his hands, rushed toward the crowd.
The gory, dust-stained, half-shaven head with its long neck trailed twisting along the ground.
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.
Kutuzov slightly shook his head and not taking his penetrating gaze from Rostopchin's face muttered softly:
"Well then, take me and execute me!" he went on, speaking to himself and bowing his head with a sad but firm expression.
When he returned to the room Pierre was sitting in the same place as before, with his head in his hands.
Challenged by this question Pierre raised his head and felt a need to express the thoughts that filled his mind.
The countess went up to her daughter and touched her head with the back of her hand as she was wont to do when Natasha was ill, then touched her forehead with her lips as if to feel whether she was feverish, and finally kissed her.
Her head moved from side to side from habit, but her eyes, feverishly wide, looked fixedly before her.
"Forgive me!" she whispered, raising her head and glancing at him.
Having tied a girdle over his coat and pulled his cap low on his head, Pierre went down the corridor, trying to avoid making a noise or meeting the captain, and passed out into the street.
He held his head higher, his eyes shone with the light of life, and with swift steps he followed the maid, overtook her, and came out on the Povarskoy.
He ran round to the other side of the lodge and was about to dash into that part of it which was still standing, when just above his head he heard several voices shouting and then a cracking sound and the ring of something heavy falling close beside him.
Amid the scattered property and the crowd on the open space, she, in her rich satin cloak with a bright lilac shawl on her head, suggested a delicate exotic plant thrown out onto the snow.
He had a nightcap on his head and his feet were bare.
He suddenly frowned, as if blaming himself for his weakness, and raising his head addressed Michaud in a firm voice:
He bent his head and was silent for some time.
With an inclination of the head the Emperor dismissed him.
When he had changed, poured water over his head, and scented himself, Nicholas arrived at the governor's rather late, but with the phrase "better late than never" on his lips.
"Oh no, we are good friends with him," said Nicholas in the simplicity of his heart; it did not enter his head that a pastime so pleasant to himself might not be pleasant to someone else.
When Rostov entered the room, the princess dropped her eyes for an instant, as if to give the visitor time to greet her aunt, and then just as Nicholas turned to her she raised her head and met his look with shining eyes.
"Have you seen the princess?" she asked, indicating with a movement of her head a lady standing on the opposite side, beyond the choir.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
He was, however, preparing to go away and it had not entered his head to regret that he was thus depriving himself of chances of meeting her.
She had in fact seen nothing then but had mentioned the first thing that came into her head, but what she had invented then seemed to her now as real as any other recollection.
But before he had decided what to do, Davout raised his head, pushed his spectacles back on his forehead, screwed up his eyes, and looked intently at him.
When the adjutant reminded him of the prisoner, he jerked his head in Pierre's direction with a frown and ordered him to be led away.
He turned his head and saw that the adjutant was putting another question to Davout.
When they began to blindfold him he himself adjusted the knot which hurt the back of his head; then when they propped him against the bloodstained post, he leaned back and, not being comfortable in that position, straightened himself, adjusted his feet, and leaned back again more comfortably.
Pierre glanced into the pit and saw that the factory lad was lying with his knees close up to his head and one shoulder higher than the other.
Then he took out a knife, cut something, closed the knife, placed it under the head of his bed, and, seating himself comfortably, clasped his arms round his lifted knees and fixed his eyes on Pierre.
But his brilliantly white, strong teeth which showed in two unbroken semicircles when he laughed--as he often did--were all sound and good, there was not a gray hair in his beard or on his head, and his whole body gave an impression of suppleness and especially of firmness and endurance.
What "still the same" might mean Princess Mary did not ask, but with an unnoticed glance at little seven-year-old Nicholas, who was sitting in front of her looking with pleasure at the town, she bowed her head and did not raise it again till the heavy coach, rumbling, shaking and swaying, came to a stop.
As soon as Natasha, sitting at the head of Prince Andrew's bed, heard of Princess Mary's arrival, she softly left his room and hastened to her with those swift steps that had sounded buoyant to Princess Mary.
Princess Mary raised her head, dried her eyes, and turned to Natasha.
Princess Mary nodded her head, weeping.
Napoleon, with his usual assurance that whatever entered his head was right, wrote to Kutuzov the first words that occurred to him, though they were meaningless.
Getting out of his caleche, he waited with drooping head and breathing heavily, pacing silently up and down.
A beard and mustache covered the lower part of his face, and a tangle of hair, infested with lice, curled round his head like a cap.
A French corporal, with coat unbuttoned in a homely way, a skullcap on his head, and a short pipe in his mouth, came from behind a corner of the shed and approached Pierre with a friendly wink.
He was evidently afraid the prisoners looking on would laugh at him, and thrust his head into the shirt hurriedly.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
Several soldiers ran toward the cart from different sides: some beat the carriage horses on their heads, turning them aside, others fought among themselves, and Pierre saw that one German was badly wounded on the head by a sword.
Tucking his legs under him and dropping his head he sat down on the cold ground by the wheel of the cart and remained motionless a long while sunk in thought.
And in fact the head in the nightcap was lifted at once.
So he lay now on his bed, supporting his large, heavy, scarred head on his plump hand, with his one eye open, meditating and peering into the darkness.
The undecided question as to whether the wound inflicted at Borodino was mortal or not had hung over Kutuzov's head for a whole month.
Like his horse, which turned its head and laid its ears back, he shrank from the driving rain and gazed anxiously before him.
Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
Tikhon with equal accuracy would split logs with blows at arm's length, or holding the head of the ax would cut thin little pegs or carve spoons.
Petya clenched his teeth and looked around, throwing back his head and flourishing his arms.
Petya had heard in the army many stories of Dolokhov's extraordinary bravery and of his cruelty to the French, so from the moment he entered the hut Petya did not take his eyes from him, but braced himself up more and more and held his head high, that he might not be unworthy even of such company.
The Cossacks saw that his arms and legs jerked rapidly though his head was quite motionless.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
There he is lying back in an armchair in his velvet cloak, leaning his head on his thin pale hand.
Mummy, my precious!... she whispered incessantly, kissing her head, her hands, her face, and feeling her own irrepressible and streaming tears tickling her nose and cheeks.
Suddenly she sat up with unaccustomed swiftness, glanced vacantly around her, and seeing Natasha began to press her daughter's head with all her strength.
Kutuzov was silent for a few seconds and then, submitting with evident reluctance to the duty imposed by his position, raised his head and began to speak.
"Lower its head, lower it!" he said to a soldier who had accidentally lowered the French eagle he was holding before the Preobrazhensk standards.
While the soldiers were shouting Kutuzov leaned forward in his saddle and bowed his head, and his eye lit up with a mild and apparently ironic gleam.
He ceased speaking and bowed his head as if in perplexity.
The exhausted French officer was Ramballe and the man with his head wrapped in the shawl was Morel, his orderly.
Ramballe refused food and resting his head on his elbow lay silent beside the campfire, looking at the Russian soldiers with red and vacant eyes.
Oh, my brave, kind friends, and he leaned his head against the shoulder of one of the men like a child.
Morel, a short sturdy Frenchman with inflamed and streaming eyes, was wearing a woman's cloak and had a shawl tied woman fashion round his head over his cap.
The Emperor with a rapid glance scanned Kutuzov from head to foot, frowned for an instant, but immediately mastering himself went up to the old man, extended his arms and embraced him.
When Kutuzov came out of the study and with lowered head was crossing the ballroom with his heavy waddling gait, he was arrested by someone's voice saying:
Kutuzov raised his head and looked for a long while into the eyes of Count Tolstoy, who stood before him holding a silver salver on which lay a small object.
The burning of Moscow had cost him, according to the head steward's calculation, about two million rubles.
She blushed, pressed her clasped hands on her knees, and then controlling herself with an evident effort lifted her head and began to speak rapidly.
She got up quickly just as Nicholas entered, almost ran to the door which was hidden by curtains, struck her head against it, and rushed from the room with a moan either of pain or sorrow.
Suddenly Natasha bent her head, covered her face with her hands, and began to cry.
The strength of the justification of the man who stands at the head of the movement grows with the increased size of the group.
But suddenly instead of those chances and that genius which hitherto had so consistently led him by an uninterrupted series of successes to the predestined goal, an innumerable sequence of inverse chances occur--from the cold in his head at Borodino to the sparks which set Moscow on fire, and the frosts--and instead of genius, stupidity and immeasurable baseness become evident.
What was needed for him who, overshadowing others, stood at the head of that movement from east to west?
Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good!
Countess Mary turned red and then pale, but continued to sit with head bowed and lips compressed and gave her husband no reply.
Countess Mary raised her head and tried to speak, but hastily looked down again and her lips puckered.
But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
Whatever happens and whoever may stand at the head of affairs, the theory can always say that such and such a person took the lead because the collective will was transferred to him.
She shook her head to clear it.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
She slid over, cuddling close to him, her head on his pillow.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
She shook her head soberly.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
She turned her head to watch him.
She lifted her head, copper curls falling across her eyes.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
He turned and walked away, his head nearly a foot above the others.
His head snapped up and he eyed her suspiciously.
She hugged him, laying her head on his chest.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes.
"I'll take her in the other room," she said, shaking her head when Alex started to assist her.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
Dulce lifted her head and managed to reclaim some semblance of pride in spite of the situation.
Carmen shook her head and turned away.
She shook her head and stood.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
I did and I thought he was going to bite my head off.
She shook her head and continued.
Alex stroked her head and then leaned forward to look down at her.
He lifted Destiny so her head lay on his shoulder.
Sleep seemed unlikely, but it must have happened shortly after her head hit the pillow.
She shook her head and sighed as she sat down.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
Also, turning her head, she found that she could see the boy beside her, who had until now remained as still and silent as she herself.
He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.
"Very clever," said the Wizard, nodding his head as if pleased.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
Jim, who was in advance, saw the last stair before him and stuck his head above the rocky sides of the stairway.
His mother shook her head and said: No, Benjamin.
A shake of the head meant "No" and a nod, "Yes," a pull meant "Come" and a push, "Go."
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
How well I remember the graceful draperies that enfolded me, the bright autumn leaves that wreathed my head, and the fruit and grain at my feet and in my hands, and beneath all the piety of the masque the oppressive sense of coming ill that made my heart heavy.
Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story out of your own head, that will be a comfort and help to many."
Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.
Perhaps, if you would send a copy of this to the head of the Cambridge School, it might enlighten his mind on a few subjects, on which he seems to be in total darkness just now....
Mr. Joseph Jefferson was once explaining to Miss Keller what the bumps on her head meant.
As head of the Perkins Institution for the Blind in Boston, he heard of Laura Bridgman and had her brought to the Institution on October 4, 1837.
They have no friend Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra's head, but as soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.
The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveller's cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same.
Hardly a man takes a half-hour's nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, "What's the news?" as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels.
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
The traveller on the prairie is naturally a hunter, on the head waters of the Missouri and Columbia a trapper, and at the Falls of St. Mary a fisherman.
One had her form under my house all winter, separated from me only by the flooring, and she startled me each morning by her hasty departure when I began to stir--thump, thump, thump, striking her head against the floor timbers in her hurry.
William Gilpin, who is so admirable in all that relates to landscapes, and usually so correct, standing at the head of Loch Fyne, in Scotland, which he describes as "a bay of salt water, sixty or seventy fathoms deep, four miles in breadth," and about fifty miles long, surrounded by mountains, observes, "If we could have seen it immediately after the diluvian crash, or whatever convulsion of nature occasioned it, before the waters gushed in, what a horrid chasm must it have appeared!
Sometimes, also, when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, I saw a double shadow of myself, one standing on the head of the other, one on the ice, the other on the trees or hillside.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
One's head aches, and one spends all one's money.
Dolokhov's back in his white shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
Boris on the contrary at once found his footing, and related quietly and humorously how he had known that doll Mimi when she was still quite a young lady, before her nose was broken; how she had aged during the five years he had known her, and how her head had cracked right across the skull.
Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.
The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.
"Your son," wrote Kutuzov, "fell before my eyes, a standard in his hand and at the head of a regiment--he fell as a hero, worthy of his father and his fatherland.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
The prince shook his head, again repeated the same sounds.
Princess Mary pressed her head against his hand, trying to hide her sobs and tears.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
He is gone and no one will hinder you, she said to herself, and sinking into a chair she let her head fall on the window sill.
But as if this angered him, he bent his head quite low and muttered:
With drooping head Princess Mary left the crowd and went back to the house.
Following Dunyasha, Alpatych advanced to Rostov, having bared his head while still at a distance.
But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side.
The historical figures at the head of armies, who formerly reflected the movement of the masses by ordering wars, campaigns, and battles, now reflected the restless movement by political and diplomatic combinations, laws, and treaties.
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
Jim's ears were standing erect upon his head and every muscle of his big body was tense as he trotted toward home.
He put his hands on the lad's head and said:--
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
His head is clearer.
Katie shook her head and sighed.
Carmen whipped her head around.
Lifting her head, she glanced at the clock.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
Some days after this the Spartans heard strange news: "Aristomenes is again at the head of the Greek army."
Soon, at the head of a very great army, he marched toward the city which had once been his home.
He computed the answer in his head and recited the thirty-nine-digit answer in pounds.
Here is a fact to get your head around: In 1980, about seven million Americans had a passport.
She bent her head and continued in a whisper: Has he performed his final duty, Prince?
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
So let's address it head-on: In this world of the future, do we lose our humanity?
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
The cab-horse, who was browsing near, lifted his head with a sigh.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.