Well, as I was hurrying along, I heard a great splash, as though something had fallen into the pool by the fountain.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
If my mother happened to be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest.
The prince again went to his bureau, glanced into it, fingered his papers, closed the bureau again, and sat down at the table to write to the governor.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
It was the most comical shapeless thing, this improvised doll, with no nose, mouth, ears or eyes--nothing that even the imagination of a child could convert into a face.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
She was only a month into two years old, but she was big for her age.
"Eat your heart out," he said, and swung Destiny into a fresh bout of giggling.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
Later, as she was slipping into the new blue brushed cotton dress, she reached back to zip it up.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
A bright idea, however, shot into my mind, and the problem was solved.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
Bennigsen should have advanced into Prussia sooner, then things would have taken a different turn...
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
His old sister-in-law popped in a small bundle, and one of the coachmen helped him into the vehicle.
Women, women! said Alpatych, puffing and speaking rapidly just as the prince did, and he climbed into the trap.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
"It's not a big deal," Carmen said, and launched into another subject.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
"I suppose not," he finally said as he spooned mashed potatoes into his plate.
She settled into the seat and relaxed, diverting her attention to Destiny, who didn't appear to notice that something unusual was happening.
Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.
Large Mahogany doors swung into an entry graced with antique furnishings.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
At the very beginning of the war our armies were divided, and our sole aim was to unite them, though uniting the armies was no advantage if we meant to retire and lure the enemy into the depths of the country.
So thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country.
Napoleon having cut our armies apart advanced far into the country and missed several chances of forcing an engagement.
Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.
"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 the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
He woke him up, told him to harness, and went into the passage.
"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.
Ferapontov came out after her, but on seeing Alpatych adjusted his waistcoat, smoothed his hair, yawned, and followed Alpatych into the opposite room.