Being in front carried its responsibilities.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
"You won't bear me a grudge, Prokhor Ignatych?" said the regimental commander, overtaking the third company on its way to its quarters and riding up to Captain Timokhin who was walking in front.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
The bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
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I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Thanks to the strictness and assiduity of its commander the regiment, in comparison with others that had reached Braunau at the same time, was in splendid condition.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
And yet, its little engine hummed along with a surprising lack of noise.
The burning of Smolensk and its abandonment made an epoch in his life.
At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
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.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
The unreaped corn was scorched and shed its grain.
Napoleon, after making the Cossack a present, had him set free like a bird restored to its native fields.
Napoleon rode on, dreaming of the Moscow that so appealed to his imagination, and "the bird restored to its native fields" galloped to our outposts, inventing on the way all that had not taken place but that he meant to relate to his comrades.
Heaven only knows who arranged all this and when, but it all got done as if of its own accord.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
And she recalled in all its detail the night at Bald Hills before he had the last stroke, when with a foreboding of disaster she had remained at home against his will.
In a suffering and weary voice he was saying something to Tikhon, speaking of the Crimea and its warm nights and of the Empress.
And not the face she had known ever since she could remember and had always seen at a distance, but the timid, feeble face she had seen for the first time quite closely, with all its wrinkles and details, when she stooped near to his mouth to catch what he said.
After the Emperor had left Moscow, life flowed on there in its usual course, and its course was so very usual that it was difficult to remember the recent days of patriotic elation and ardor, hard to believe that Russia was really in danger and that the members of the English Club were also sons of the Fatherland ready to sacrifice everything for it.
