He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
Talk of a divinity in man!
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
If he had been the only child in the family, things might have been different.
But the five phenomena I chose to tackle in this book are among the great blights on humanity that I believe the Internet and technology will help solve.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
There is no play in them, for this comes after work.
Humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips.
A moment later, Alex passed them, Destiny laughing in his arms as they danced.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
Next minute there was a roar and a sharp crash, and at her side Dorothy saw the ground open in a wide crack and then come together again.
He held them in his hand, and showed them to the boy.
In Scotland there once lived a poor shepherd whose name was James Hogg.
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 am told that while I was still in long dresses I showed many signs of an eager, self-asserting disposition.
Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination--what Wilberforce is there to bring that about?
Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates!
The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
In addition to the assistance from the renters, the money finally gave her an income of her own, and the token independence that went with it.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
His shoulders swayed gracefully, the open denim jacket swinging loosely in the breeze.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
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.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
Have we fo'gotten the waising of the militia in the yeah 'seven?
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.
Evidently accustomed to managing debates and to maintaining an argument, he began in low but distinct tones:
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.
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."
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
"Yes, and this is not a time for discussing," he continued, "but for acting: there is war in Russia!