He knew what she meant.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
Alex knew very well what he wanted.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
He already knew she was here, and it wasn't as though she could run and hide.
I never knew there was so much.
No one knew what the future held, but if they faced everything together, surely they would grow together.
You knew she intended it for you.
Boris knew nothing about the Boulogne expedition; he did not read the papers and it was the first time he had heard Villeneuve's name.
No, it's no one my family knew but I think the change will be good for me.
I never knew any Madame Jacquot.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
He was tired, he was vexed, he hardly knew what he said.
Nobody knew where he had gone, or how he had escaped.
I knew you'd be upset and there is nothing you can do... nothing I can do.
In a flash I knew that the word was the name of the process that was going on in my head.
It was probably the last thing he expected to hear, and yet, he knew it was true.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Lisa knew it felt good.
I knew my own mind well enough and always had my own way, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it.
I told them all I knew about them.
Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.
I knew it, it was the odour that always precedes a thunderstorm, and a nameless fear clutched at my heart.
In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price.
George's brothers knew the master of a trading ship who was getting ready to sail to England.
He well knew that nothing but confusion would come of this battle undertaken against his will, and as far as was in his power held the troops back.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
The next thing she knew, Alex was shaking her awake and telling her they were changing planes.
I guess I always knew he was secretive - even you to some degree.
Maybe he knew it would do no good.
Surely he knew she wouldn't leave him over something that happened before they met.
Quint knew he should quell the ire that surged up and pounded in his neck.
They were a family who knew all they had was each other.
The only bait he could find was a bright red blossom from a flower; but he knew fishes are easy to fool if anything bright attracts their attention, so he decided to try the blossom.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
If you only knew what those society women are, and women in general!
He could scarcely read, and knew nothing.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
The Alex she knew loved her and the children.
They knew that the master would be as good as his word.
Almost before I knew it, the train stopped at the Tuscumbia station, and there on the platform stood the whole family.
One thing is certain, the language was ineffaceably stamped upon my brain, though for a long time no one knew it, least of all myself.
I wrote timidly, fearfully, but resolutely, urged on by my teacher, who knew that if I persevered, I should find my mental foothold again and get a grip on my faculties.
Only those who knew and loved him best can understand what his friendship meant to me.
So long as we felt his loving presence and knew that he took a watchful interest in our work, fraught with so many difficulties, we could not be discouraged.
The signs, which I had so lately learned, and which I thought I knew, perplexed me.
I knew that there were obstacles in the way; but I was eager to overcome them.
Before we began the story Miss Sullivan explained to me the things that she knew I should not understand, and as we read on she explained the unfamiliar words.
Our hearts beat fast, and our hands trembled with excitement, not fear, for we had the hearts of vikings, and we knew that our skipper was master of the situation.
We knew that beyond the border of our Eden men were making history by the sweat of their brows when they might better make a holiday.
I knew Mr. Henry Drummond, and the memory of his strong, warm hand-clasp is like a benediction.
He knew so much and was so genial that it was impossible to feel dull in his presence.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
I also knew Mr. Charles Dudley Warner, the most delightful of story-tellers and the most beloved friend, whose sympathy was so broad that it may be truly said of him, he loved all living things and his neighbour as himself.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
Then I knew that you had not forgotten the dear little child, for the gift brought with it the thought of tender sympathy.
Perhaps the Old Sea God as he lay asleep upon the shore, heard the soft music of growing things--the stir of life in the earth's bosom, and his stormy heart was angry, because he knew that his and Winter's reign was almost at an end.
The signs, which I had learned the day before, and which I thought I knew perfectly, confused me.
If more people knew this, and the friends and relatives of deaf children learned the manual alphabet at once the deaf all over the world would be happier and better educated.
It is now sixty-five years since Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe knew that he had made his way through Laura Bridgman's fingers to her intelligence.
Miss Sullivan knew at the beginning that Helen Keller would be more interesting and successful than Laura Bridgman, and she expresses in one of her letters the need of keeping notes.
She follows with her hands every motion you make, and she knew that I was looking for the doll.
Helen evidently knew where she was as soon as she touched the boxwood hedges, and made many signs which I did not understand.
On March 31st I found that Helen knew eighteen nouns and three verbs.
I knew she was thinking of Mildred, and I spelled, "One baby and five puppies."
I had no idea she knew what a letter was.
She knew, too, that I sometimes write "letters to blind girls" on the slate; but I didn't suppose that she had any clear idea what a letter was.
She knew that I was much troubled, and would have liked to stay near me; but I thought it best for her to sit by herself.
At the end of August she knew 625 words.
About this time I sent a list of the words she knew to Mr. Anagnos, and he very kindly had them printed for her.
Two of the teachers knew the manual alphabet, and talked to her without an interpreter.
I was incredulous when he first told me the secret.
Even before I knew her, she had handled a dead chicken, or bird, or some other small animal.
I never knew before that there could be such a change in anything.
I called her attention to the following line, and, although she knew only the three words, CAT, EAT and MOUSE, she caught the idea.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
Of grammar she knew nothing and she cared nothing for it.
How far she could receive communications is hard to determine, but she knew much that was going on around her.
I knew that Laura Bridgman had shown the same intuitive desire to produce sounds, and had even learned to pronounce a few simple words, which she took great delight in using, and I did not doubt that Helen could accomplish as much as this.
Her pronunciation of this gradually became indistinct, and when I first knew her it was nothing more than a peculiar noise.
If you knew all the joy I feel in being able to speak to you to-day, I think you would have some idea of the value of speech to the deaf, and you would understand why I want every little deaf child in all this great world to have an opportunity to learn to speak.
I knew that in that sunny land spring had come in all its splendour.
As I had never read this story, or even heard of the book, I inquired of Helen if she knew anything about the matter, and found she did not.
And when he came to the nut trees, and saw the shells left by the idle fairies and all the traces of their frolic, he knew exactly how they had acted, and that they had disobeyed him by playing and loitering on their way through the woods.
Helen Keller writing "The Frost King" was building better than she knew and saying more than she meant.
Then my parents knew I would live, and they were very happy.
Suddenly we stopped, and I knew, without being told, the Sea was at my feet.
I knew, too, it was immense! awful! and for a moment some of the sunshine seemed to have gone out of the day.
I had the previous winter made a small quantity of lime by burning the shells of the Unio fluviatilis, which our river affords, for the sake of the experiment; so that I knew where my materials came from.
The Concord hunter told him what he knew and offered him the skin; but the other declined it and departed.
I never knew it to open in the course of a winter, not excepting that of '52-3, which gave the ponds so severe a trial.
I knew that it would not rain any more.
I knew someone who received that sacrament seven times.
"I can tell you more," continued Prince Vasili, seizing her hand, "that letter was written, though it was not sent, and the Emperor knew of it.
Yes, I knew it long ago but had forgotten.
Pierre well knew this large room divided by columns and an arch, its walls hung round with Persian carpets.
I cannot agree with you about Pierre, whom I knew as a child.
Tikhon knew that neither the son's arrival nor any other unusual event must be allowed to disturb the appointed order of the day.
Prince Andrew apparently knew this as well as Tikhon; he looked at his watch as if to ascertain whether his father's habits had changed since he was at home last, and, having assured himself that they had not, he turned to his wife.
"I knew the princess at once," put in Mademoiselle Bourienne.
But among these people Prince Andrew knew how to take his stand so that they respected and even feared him.
"What about your master?" he asked Lavrushka, Denisov's orderly, whom all the regiment knew for a rogue.
I knew it, replied a piping voice, and Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
No one had taken any notice, for everyone knew the sensation which the cadet under fire for the first time had experienced.
Both the foreign minister and our ambassador in Vienna knew him and valued him.
He was one of those, who, liking work, knew how to do it, and despite his indolence would sometimes spend a whole night at his writing table.
"I cannot inform Your Majesty at what o'clock the battle began at the front, but at Durrenstein, where I was, our attack began after five in the afternoon," replied Bolkonski growing more animated and expecting that he would have a chance to give a reliable account, which he had ready in his mind, of all he knew and had seen.
Bonaparte himself, not trusting to his generals, moved with all the Guards to the field of battle, afraid of letting a ready victim escape, and Bagration's four thousand men merrily lighted campfires, dried and warmed themselves, cooked their porridge for the first time for three days, and not one of them knew or imagined what was in store for him.
In Bagration's detachment no one knew anything of the general position of affairs.
All he knew was that at the commencement of the action balls and shells began flying all over his regiment and hitting men and that afterwards someone had shouted "Cavalry!" and our men had begun firing.
From behind him Bondarchuk, an hussar he knew, jolted against him and looked angrily at him.
Several of those present smiled at Zherkov's words, expecting one of his usual jokes, but noticing that what he was saying redounded to the glory of our arms and of the day's work, they assumed a serious expression, though many of them knew that what he was saying was a lie devoid of any foundation.
How and when this would be he did not know, he did not even know if it would be a good thing (he even felt, he knew not why, that it would be a bad thing), but he knew it would happen.
It seemed to him that everyone knew what had happened to him as he knew it himself.
Pierre knew that everyone was waiting for him to say a word and cross a certain line, and he knew that sooner or later he would step across it, but an incomprehensible terror seized him at the thought of that dreadful step.
Or he would suddenly feel ashamed of he knew not what.
She was looking at them with an expression they both knew, an expression thoughtful and sad.
This expression in Princess Mary did not frighten them (she never inspired fear in anyone), but they knew that when it appeared on her face, she became mute and was not to be shaken in her determination.
Prince Vasili readily adopted her tone and the little princess also drew Anatole, whom she hardly knew, into these amusing recollections of things that had never occurred.
Mademoiselle Bourienne knew a story, heard from her aunt but finished in her own way, which she liked to repeat to herself.
And she knew I should notice it.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
Tikhon, like all good valets, instinctively knew the direction of his master's thoughts.
Princess Mary well knew this painstaking expression of her father's.
Anna Mikhaylovna, who always knew everything that passed in the house, on hearing of the arrival of the letter went softly into the room and found the count with it in his hand, sobbing and laughing at the same time.
Would you believe it, Count, I was not at all alarmed, because I knew I was right.
I knew I was in the right so I kept silent; was not that best, Count?...
Count Markov was the only man who knew how to handle him.
The voices were those of the orderlies who were packing up; one voice, probably a coachman's, was teasing Kutuzov's old cook whom Prince Andrew knew, and who was called Tit.
Whether all the enemy forces were, as we supposed, six miles away, or whether they were near by in that sea of mist, no one knew till after eight o'clock.
Bagration knew that as the distance between the two flanks was more than six miles, even if the messenger were not killed (which he very likely would be), and found the commander-in-chief (which would be very difficult), he would not be able to get back before evening.
It's time I knew the Imperial horses and Ilya Ivanych.
He knew that he might and even ought to go straight to him and give the message Dolgorukov had ordered him to deliver.
He knew it was Napoleon--his hero--but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant creature compared with what was passing now between himself and that lofty infinite sky with the clouds flying over it.
We knew you'd say so.
The Rostovs knew everybody in Moscow.
He knew a lady on one of the boulevards whom he visited of an evening.
To him the club entrusted the arrangement of the festival in honor of Bagration, for few men knew so well how to arrange a feast on an open-handed, hospitable scale, and still fewer men would be so well able and willing to make up out of their own resources what might be needed for the success of the fete.
But those who knew him intimately noticed that some great change had come over him that day.
Pierre did not catch what they were saying, but knew they were talking about him.
His left hand he held carefully back, because he wished to support his right hand with it and knew he must not do so.
"Yes, I never loved her," said he to himself; "I knew she was a depraved woman," he repeated, "but dared not admit it to myself.
She knew of the duel and had come to speak about it.
That you're a fool, que vous etes un sot, but everybody knew that.
He knew that he must do something to put an end to this suffering, but what he wanted to do was too terrible.
The old man already knew everything.
And Sonya, though she would never have dared to say so, knew it and blushed scarlet every time Dolokhov appeared.
He knew what a shock he would inflict on his father and mother by the news of this loss, he knew what a relief it would be to escape it all, and felt that Dolokhov knew that he could save him from all this shame and sorrow, but wanted now to play with him as a cat does with a mouse.
Drawing nearer, he recognized in the Rhetor a man he knew, Smolyaninov, and it mortified him to think that the newcomer was an acquaintance--he wished him simply a brother and a virtuous instructor.
(He now felt so glad to be free from his own lawlessness and to submit his will to those who knew the indubitable truth.)
Pierre knew very well what a hieroglyph was, but dared not speak.
The candles were then extinguished and some spirit lighted, as Pierre knew by the smell, and he was told that he would now see the lesser light.
At first Prince Andrew read with his eyes only, but after a while, in spite of himself (although he knew how far it was safe to trust Bilibin), what he had read began to interest him more and more.
In Kiev Pierre found some people he knew, and strangers hastened to make his acquaintance and joyfully welcomed the rich newcomer, the largest landowner of the province.
Everywhere preparations were made not for ceremonious welcomes (which he knew Pierre would not like), but for just such gratefully religious ones, with offerings of icons and the bread and salt of hospitality, as, according to his understanding of his master, would touch and delude him.
They put questions and gave brief replies about things they knew ought to be talked over at length.
It vanished as soon as he returned to the customary conditions of his life, but he knew that this feeling which he did not know how to develop existed within him.
He knew his stubborn will and straightforward hasty temper.
Again all was silent, but Prince Andrew knew she was still sitting there.
As happens to some people, especially to men who judge those near to them severely, he always on meeting anyone new-- especially anyone whom, like Speranski, he knew by reputation--expected to discover in him the perfection of human qualities.
This mirrorlike gaze and those delicate hands irritated Prince Andrew, he knew not why.
He divided the Brothers he knew into four categories.
I knew that if I once let myself see her I should not have strength to go on refusing what she wanted.
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
One morning Colonel Berg, whom Pierre knew as he knew everybody in Moscow and Petersburg, came to see him.
It is not at all the same feeling that I knew in the past.
It seemed to her that everybody knew about her disappointment and was laughing at her and pitying her.
She knew this for certain, though she hardly heard his voice through the closed doors.
Could he be to blame toward her, or could her father, whom she knew loved her in spite of it all, be unjust?
But what an account of everything might be Nicholas knew even less than the frightened and bewildered Mitenka.
"I knew," thought Nicholas, "that I should never understand anything in this crazy world."
(This meant that the she-wolf, about whom they both knew, had moved with her cubs to the Otradnoe copse, a small place a mile and a half from the house.)
I knew you would!
Sonya said you wouldn't go, but I knew that today is the sort of day when you couldn't help going.
Each dog knew its master and its call.
Each man in the hunt knew his business, his place, what he had to do.
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist it and it's a good thing you're going.
He knew me, said Natasha, referring to her favorite hound.
He knew that young and old wolves were there, that the hounds had separated into two packs, that somewhere a wolf was being chased, and that something had gone wrong.
"I know, I expect you thought of him," said Nicholas, smiling as Natasha knew by the sound of his voice.
Then she told him that she knew of a splendid girl and tried to discover what he thought about marriage.
He knew Sonya would pass that way.
She did not go out into society; everyone knew that her father would not let her go anywhere without him, and his failing health prevented his going out himself, so that she was not invited to dinners and evening parties.
She knew that for the Penza estates and Nizhegorod forests she could demand this, and she received what she demanded.
She loved and knew Prince Andrew, he loved her only, and was to come one of these days and take her.
But if you only knew how offensive it was... as if I...
Marya Dmitrievna, who knew how the prince had received the Rostovs, pretended not to notice how upset Natasha was and jested resolutely and loudly at table with the count and the other guests.
If only they knew how little I am concerned about any of them.
Their box was pervaded by that atmosphere of an affianced couple which Natasha knew so well and liked so much.
She was the Countess Bezukhova, Pierre's wife, and the count, who knew everyone in society, leaned over and spoke to her.
She knew what it was all meant to represent, but it was so pretentiously false and unnatural that she first felt ashamed for the actors and then amused at them.
Natasha knew he was talking about her and this afforded her pleasure.
Natasha knew for certain that he was enraptured by her.
Marya Dmitrievna liked Sundays and knew how to keep them.
Then he went on to say that he knew her parents would not give her to him--for this there were secret reasons he could reveal only to her--but that if she loved him she need only say the word yes, and no human power could hinder their bliss.
"Ah, Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!" cried Natasha.
If you only knew! exclaimed Natasha.
Oh, Sonya, if you knew him as I do!
If you only knew... it's the devil knows what!
More than once they had beaten him, and more than once they had made him drunk on champagne and Madeira, which he loved; and he knew more than one thing about each of them which would long ago have sent an ordinary man to Siberia.
Only a couple of times a year--when he knew from their valets that they had money in hand--he would turn up of a morning quite sober and with a deep bow would ask them to help him.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
He knew he had something more to say to her.
The Emperor was not dancing, he stood in the doorway, stopping now one pair and now another with gracious words which he alone knew how to utter.
Balashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him.
He knew that none of the words now uttered by Napoleon had any significance, and that Napoleon himself would be ashamed of them when he came to his senses.
The old prince knew very well that he tormented his daughter and that her life was very hard, but he also knew that he could not help tormenting her and that she deserved it.
And giving her no further reply, he began thinking of the glad vindictive moment when he would meet Kuragin who he knew was now in the army.
From the tone in which the courtiers addressed him and the way Paulucci had allowed himself to speak of him to the Emperor, but above all from a certain desperation in Pfuel's own expressions, it was clear that the others knew, and Pfuel himself felt, that his fall was at hand.
Since the campaigns of Austerlitz and of 1807 Rostov knew by experience that men always lie when describing military exploits, as he himself had done when recounting them; besides that, he had experience enough to know that nothing happens in war at all as we can imagine or relate it.
He knew that this tale redounded to the glory of our arms and so one had to pretend not to doubt it.
He knew from experience the tormenting expectation of terror and death the cornet was suffering and knew that only time could help him.
She knew that, and asked herself, "What next?"
She knew for certain that she was pretty, but this no longer gave her satisfaction as it used to.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the service, and not in the usual order Natasha knew so well, the deacon brought out a small stool, the one he knelt on when praying on Trinity Sunday, and placed it before the doors of the sanctuary screen.
He knew that when his master was at the Rostovs' he stayed till midnight.
He knew that she had not sung since her illness, and so the sound of her voice surprised and delighted him.
When Pierre saw the Emperor he was coming out accompanied by two merchants, one of whom Pierre knew, a fat otkupshchik.
He wished to sleep, but he knew he would not be able to and that most depressing thoughts came to him in bed.
"No peace, damn them!" he muttered, angry he knew not with whom.
"Inform the prince and princess that I knew nothing: I acted on the highest instructions--here..." and he handed a paper to Alpatych.
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.
These were temptations of the devil and Princess Mary knew it.
She knew that the sole weapon against him was prayer, and she tried to pray.
Though he did not speak, Princess Mary saw and knew how unpleasant every sign of anxiety on his account was to him.
Alpatych also knew that on the previous day another peasant had even brought from the village of Visloukhovo, which was occupied by the French, a proclamation by a French general that no harm would be done to the inhabitants, and if they remained they would be paid for anything taken from them.
Alpatych named certain peasants he knew, from whom he told him to take the carts.
But he also knew that Dron, who had acquired property and was hated by the commune, must be hesitating between the two camps: the masters' and the serfs'.
He had managed people for a long time and knew that the chief way to make them obey is to show no suspicion that they can possibly disobey.
"Oh, if anyone knew how little anything matters to me now," she said.
She also knew that neither her father nor her brother would refuse to help the peasants in need, she only feared to make some mistake in speaking about the distribution of the grain she wished to give.
Prince Andrew knew Denisov from what Natasha had told him of her first suitor.
Denisov came from those parts and knew the country well.
Prince Andrew told Kutuzov all he knew of his father's death, and what he had seen at Bald Hills when he passed through it.
Hardly anyone he knew was left in town.
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.
After Kaysarov, others whom Pierre knew came up to him, and he had not time to reply to all the questions about Moscow that were showered upon him, or to listen to all that was told him.
I concluded that if I reported to your Serene Highness you might send me away or say that you knew what I was reporting, but then I shouldn't lose anything...
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
Another valet, with his finger over the mouth of a bottle, was sprinkling Eau de Cologne on the Emperor's pampered body with an expression which seemed to say that he alone knew where and how much Eau de Cologne should be sprinkled.
De Beausset bowed low, with that courtly French bow which only the old retainers of the Bourbons knew how to make, and approached him, presenting an envelope.
But though Napoleon knew that de Beausset had to say something of this kind, and though in his lucid moments he knew it was untrue, he was pleased to hear it from him.
"Send Claparede's division, sire," replied Berthier, who knew all the division's regiments, and battalions by heart.
He knew that it was a lost battle and that the least accident might now--with the fight balanced on such a strained center--destroy him and his army.
He treated his Serene Highness with a somewhat affected nonchalance intended to show that, as a highly trained military man, he left it to Russians to make an idol of this useless old man, but that he knew whom he was dealing with.
All the generals, officers, and soldiers of the French army knew it could not be done, because the flagging spirit of the troops would not permit it.
He gave orders to prepare for a fresh conflict to finish the enemy and did this not to deceive anyone, but because he knew that the enemy was beaten, as everyone who had taken part in the battle knew it.
This Kutuzov knew well.
The first people to go away were the rich educated people who knew quite well that Vienna and Berlin had remained intact and that during Napoleon's occupation the inhabitants had spent their time pleasantly in the company of the charming Frenchmen whom the Russians, and especially the Russian ladies, then liked so much.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
Pierre did not understand what his benefactor was saying, but he knew (the categories of thoughts were also quite distinct in his dream) that he was talking of goodness and the possibility of being what they were.
Pierre offered the use of his carriage, which had overtaken him, to a wounded general he knew, and drove with him to Moscow.
Though this news was being concealed from the inhabitants, the officials--the heads of the various government departments--knew that Moscow would soon be in the enemy's hands, just as Count Rostopchin himself knew it, and to escape personal responsibility they had all come to the governor to ask how they were to deal with their various departments.
And the point is that we knew whom he had it from.
I knew you'd let them come! she said quickly all in one breath.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
They knew their Natasha, and alarm as to what would happen if she heard this news stifled all sympathy for the man they both liked.
She knew it was right in front.
Pierre knew that Makar Alexeevich was Joseph Bazdeev's half-insane brother and a hard drinker.
And Rostopchin now knew it.
Pierre knew this, but instead of acting he only thought about his undertaking, going over its minutest details in his mind.
The German who knew little French, answered the two first questions by giving the names of his regiment and of his commanding officer, but in reply to the third question which he did not understand said, introducing broken French into his own German, that he was the quartermaster of the regiment and his commander had ordered him to occupy all the houses one after another.
Pierre, who knew German, translated what the German said to the captain and gave the captain's reply to the Wurttemberg hussar in German.
The countess knew this, but what it might be she did not know, and this alarmed and tormented her.
Natasha knew it was not Prince Andrew who was moaning.
She knew Prince Andrew was in the same yard as themselves and in a part of the hut across the passage; but this dreadful incessant moaning made her sob.
She did not know why she had to, she knew the meeting would be painful, but felt the more convinced that it was necessary.
He was dissatisfied because he knew by experience that if his patient did not die now, he would do so a little later with greater suffering.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
They all knew very well that the enchanting countess' illness arose from an inconvenience resulting from marrying two husbands at the same time, and that the Italian's cure consisted in removing such inconvenience; but in Anna Pavlovna's presence no one dared to think of this or even appear to know it.
He knew no more than the others what his words meant.
Everybody knew him, the Emperor liked him, and he was young and interesting.
With the naive conviction of young men in a merry mood that other men's wives were created for them, Rostov did not leave the lady's side and treated her husband in a friendly and conspiratorial style, as if, without speaking of it, they knew how capitally Nicholas and the lady would get on together.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
He knew that after his promise to Sonya it would be what he deemed base to declare his feelings to Princess Mary.
And he knew that he would never act basely.
But he also knew (or rather felt at the bottom of his heart) that by resigning himself now to the force of circumstances and to those who were guiding him, he was not only doing nothing wrong, but was doing something very important--more important than anything he had ever done in his life.
She knew that Natasha loved no one but Prince Andrew and had never ceased to love him.
She knew that being thrown together again under such terrible circumstances they would again fall in love with one another, and that Nicholas would then not be able to marry Princess Mary as they would be within the prohibited degrees of affinity.
He knew he was in these men's power, that only by force had they brought him there, that force alone gave them the right to demand answers to their questions, and that the sole object of that assembly was to inculpate him.
They could not believe it because they alone knew what their life meant to them, and so they neither understood nor believed that it could be taken from them.
They all plainly and certainly knew that they were criminals who must hide the traces of their guilt as quickly as possible.
Platon Karataev knew nothing by heart except his prayers.
Not by a single word had Nicholas alluded to the fact that Prince Andrew's relations with Natasha might, if he recovered, be renewed, but Princess Mary saw by his face that he knew and thought of this.
She knew that she loved for the first and only time in her life and felt that she was beloved, and was happy in regard to it.
She knew it to be necessary, and though it was hard for her she was not vexed with these people.
Natasha was gazing at her, but seemed afraid and in doubt whether to say all she knew or not; she seemed to feel that before those luminous eyes which penetrated into the very depths of her heart, it was impossible not to tell the whole truth which she saw.
Hard as she had tried to prepare herself, and now tried to remain tranquil, she knew that she would be unable to look at him without tears.
He had felt it for the first time when the shell spun like a top before him, and he looked at the fallow field, the bushes, and the sky, and knew that he was face to face with death.
He went, and tried to hurry, but his legs refused to move and he knew he would not be in time to lock the door though he painfully strained all his powers.
They both saw that he was sinking slowly and quietly, deeper and deeper, away from them, and they both knew that this had to be so and that it was right.
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
Pierre knew this now.
Pierre went up to him, though he knew his attempt would be vain.
He knew that an apple should not be plucked while it is green.
Like an experienced sportsman he knew that the beast was wounded, and wounded as only the whole strength of Russia could have wounded it, but whether it was mortally wounded or not was still an undecided question.
So both those who knew and those who did not know deceived themselves, and pushed on to Smolensk as to a promised land.
Besides Denisov and Dolokhov (who also led a small party and moved in Denisov's vicinity), the commanders of some large divisions with staffs also knew of this convoy and, as Denisov expressed it, were sharpening their teeth for it.
The boy, thrusting his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him.
When Denisov had come to Pokrovsk at the beginning of his operations and had as usual summoned the village elder and asked him what he knew about the French, the elder, as though shielding himself, had replied, as all village elders did, that he had neither seen nor heard anything of them.
Then he told him all he knew of the French detachment.
Dolokhov said that he and his companion were trying to overtake their regiment, and addressing the company in general asked whether they knew anything of the 6th Regiment.
None of them knew anything, and Petya thought the officers were beginning to look at him and Dolokhov with hostility and suspicion.
Perhaps it was just the Cossack, Likhachev, who was sitting under the wagon, but it might be the kindest, bravest, most wonderful, most splendid man in the world, whom no one knew of.
But well as he knew it, Pierre now listened to that tale as to something new, and the quiet rapture Karataev evidently felt as he told it communicated itself also to Pierre.
She was gazing where she knew him to be; but she could not imagine him otherwise than as he had been here.
The contemptuously respectful attitude of the younger men to the old man in his dotage was expressed in the highest degree by the behavior of Chichagov, who knew of the accusations that were being directed against Kutuzov.
Kutuzov had received the Order of St. George of the First Class and the Emperor showed him the highest honors, but everyone knew of the imperial dissatisfaction with him.
Previously he had talked a great deal, grew excited when he talked, and seldom listened; now he was seldom carried away in conversation and knew how to listen so that people readily told him their most intimate secrets.
Why this was necessary he did not know, but he knew for certain that it was necessary.
Pierre remembered that the princess always had lady companions, but who they were and what they were like he never knew or remembered.
"Just imagine--I knew nothing about him!" said he.
We knew nothing of it when we started from Moscow.
I wanted to listen at the door, but I knew you would tell me.
He knew that his every decision would be approved by them all with very few exceptions.
She knew how Nicholas disliked being waked.
He spoke of what he knew might interest the old lady and that she could understand.
I never knew him to tell an untruth.
But she knew she must not say this and that it would be useless to do so.
Natasha knew why he mentioned Mitya's likeness to Nicholas: the recollection of his dispute with his brother-in-law was unpleasant and he wanted to know what Natasha thought of it.
Apparently the horse knew the rider meant business, because it didn't act up again.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
If he knew who Alex really was, he probably knew more than Alex did.
Even as she thought it, she knew her anger had nothing to do with their heritage.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
Oh, and we were whispering so you knew we were talking, but you didn't know what we were saying.
Alex never knew how you felt?
You knew when I was arguing with you.
You knew before I did.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
Everyone probably knew about the incident with Dulce last night.
He knew she was upset.
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
Since everyone knew the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she started with a special meal.
Certainly not that she knew about.
As she stared at the caskets she knew she should feel something – should cry.
Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.
She tentatively lifted a foot into the front seat, and knew a moment of panic when her sandal heel caught in the hem of her dress.
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
The seclusion she knew well, having been brought up less than five miles from this house.
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
Actually, she knew very little about the man with whom she had promised to spend the summer.
A boss she knew little about.
If she knew I was hiring you as a companion, she'd be embarrassed.
Who knew what would tick him off?
Those animals were more afraid of her than she of them, and he knew it.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they were safe.
The speech was not hard to learn, and Edward soon knew every word of it.
He hardly knew how it tasted.
He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
He knew that these were the eyes of the wolf.
The people there knew nothing about war and conquest.
They knew that they were helpless before so strong an enemy.
He knew only of those things that give joy and health and peace.
He was senseless; but I knew he wasn't drowned.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
People were still alive who knew the Wright brothers.
One Gallup poll at the time said more people knew about the trial than knew the full name of the president.
You knew little of what any other scientist was working on.
I knew typesetters who said computers would never duplicate their quality; travel agents who said the Internet would never replace them, and whose stockbrokers reassured them this was true.
By the time your sons were fifteen, they, too, knew everything they needed to know to be a farmer, and it all continued.
What if you knew exactly what to plant, when to plant it, when to harvest it?
If you knew someone who was a good business partner, was fun to hang out with, but let one of his children starve to death so that he could enjoy a higher standard of living, what would be your opinion of this person?
No one I knew of had ever seriously considered the possibility that without any conflict, treaty, war, or even a coin toss, the Soviet Union would simply vote itself into nonexistence in 1991.
I have no doubt there are all kinds of things in the Twitterverse that I want to know about, but I only find the ones that I first knew to look for.
I do not remember when I first realized that I was different from other people; but I knew it before my teacher came to me.
I did not then know why Belle acted in this way; but I knew she was not doing as I wished.
I knew that I had ceased to be my mother's only darling, and the thought filled me with jealousy.
He understood my signs, and I knew it and loved him at once.
This was before I knew many words.
I took my "Reader for Beginners" and hunted for the words I knew; when I found them my joy was like that of a game of hide-and-seek.
I knew the gifts I already had were not those of which friends had thrown out such tantalizing hints, and my teacher said the presents I was to have would be even nicer than these.
It delighted me inexpressibly to find that they knew the manual alphabet.
I have often held in my hand a little model of the Plymouth Rock which a kind gentleman gave me at Pilgrim Hall, and I have fingered its curves, the split in the centre and the embossed figures "1620," and turned over in my mind all that I knew about the wonderful story of the Pilgrims.
So my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when I knew that my wish was at last to be realized.
I never knew even the names of the members of the "court" who did not speak to me.
No one knew of these fears except my teacher.
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.
I cannot help feeling as if I knew its gifted author.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
This man seemed to me to lean over the cornice, and timidly whisper his half truth to the rude occupants who really knew it better than he.
One of his father's ministers having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the misconception of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince.
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
I sometimes found the name of his native parish handsomely written in the snow by the highway, with the proper French accent, and knew that he had passed.
What was the meaning of this so steady and self-respecting, this small Herculean labor, I knew not.
And when the sound died quite away, and the hum had ceased, and the most favorable breezes told no tale, I knew that they had got the last drone of them all safely into the Middlesex hive, and that now their minds were bent on the honey with which it was smeared.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about.
He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard.
It was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them.
She knew his father to be a connection of Prince Vasili's.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!
Pierre was always astonished at Prince Andrew's calm manner of treating everybody, his extraordinary memory, his extensive reading (he had read everything, knew everything, and had an opinion about everything), but above all at his capacity for work and study.
"If only I knew that anything besides humiliation would come of it..." answered her son coldly.
And in my dream I knew that these drawings represented the love adventures of the soul with its beloved.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
She knew it was a proof that in the depth of his soul he was glad she was remaining at home and had not gone away.
She knew that her going in during the night at an unusual hour would irritate him.
Ermolov was nowhere to be found and no one knew where he was.
She knew her remarks sounded unnatural, but could not refrain from asking some more questions.
After these fits of irritability her face would grow yellow, and her maids knew by infallible symptoms when Belova would again be deaf, the snuff damp, and the countess' face yellow.
Maybe they knew what kind of bait to throw out.
They knew about the break up and maybe they thought she knew about the drugs.
He knew that she did not wish him to go.
"I knew you would be here," replied Pierre.
There was great rejoicing in the family that morning, but no one, not even the doctor, knew that I should never see or hear again.
He knew how to work with his hands.
If somebody outside your village knew something, it did not matter; for you, it did not exist.
"The vicomte knew the duc personally," whispered Anna Pavlovna to one of the guests.
Now he knew what a chicken she was.
I always knew when she wished me to bring her something, and I would run upstairs or anywhere else she indicated.
The count danced well and knew it.
He knew the way to it, and a servant followed him, carrying his satchel.
But they knew now that there was a means of escape and so waited patiently until the path appeared for the second time.
He had no paper, but he knew where there was a smooth board.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
I knew I could not see; but it did not seem possible that all the eager, loving children who gathered round me and joined heartily in my frolics were also blind.
I never knew, and never shall know, a worse man than myself.
If I knew so wise a man as could teach me purity I would go to seek him forthwith.
He had seen considerable of life in the cities in his younger days, and knew that this regal palace was no place for him.
I knew because I was in love with you.
None of them had yet seen the manifesto, but they all knew it had appeared.
But even if I had a robot that knew everything, I couldn't really say, "Tell me every custom they have here" and be fully informed.
His voice was clear and strong, and all knew that he, at least, was not afraid.