What business is it of yours? muttered the count angrily.
"Dear people, good Christians, save me, help me, dear friends... help us, somebody," she muttered between her sobs.
Hm! muttered the prince, sitting down.
"Oh dear, what a beast I am!" muttered Rostov, as he read the letter.
"There isn't a roof—it's a convertible," he muttered, as he turned his back to her.
"No. I guess she's just a natural-born bitch," he muttered, earning a frown from Cynthia and a smile from Martha.
Dean muttered an agreement as he began to open Dawkins's bureau drawers, more out of a nosy nervousness than anything sinister.
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" she muttered, and lifting her dress with one hand she went up to her husband and kissed him on the forehead.
"Wetched!" he muttered, throwing down a purse with some gold in it.
"Plenty of time, your excellency," muttered Kutuzov in the midst of a yawn.
"Zum Henker diese Russen!" * muttered a German.
"Yes, yes," he muttered, "it will be difficult, I fear, difficult to raise... happens to everybody!
But before Prince Vasili had finished his playful speech, Pierre, without looking at him, and with a kind of fury that made him like his father, muttered in a whisper:
"Ah, what a mad bweed you Wostovs are!" he muttered, and Rostov noticed tears in his eyes.
Anatole lay on the sofa in the study leaning on his elbow and smiling pensively, while his handsome lips muttered tenderly to himself.
I shall die! she muttered, wrenching herself from Marya Dmitrievna's hands with a vicious effort and sinking down again into her former position.
He muttered unceasingly, his eyebrows and lips twitching, and it was impossible to tell whether he understood what was going on around him or not.
"Oh, this German precision!" he muttered, shaking his head.
"Oh, the coxcombs!" he muttered reproachfully.
"Oh, those damned fellows!" muttered the officer who followed him, holding his nose as he ran past the men at work.
"Yes, yes," muttered Pierre, looking with shining eyes at Prince Andrew.
"Go on, harder, go on!" he muttered to the valet who was rubbing him, slightly twitching and grunting.
"The eggs... the eggs are teaching the hen," muttered the count through tears of joy, and he embraced his wife who was glad to hide her look of shame on his breast.
"Oh dear!" muttered Karataev and went away.
"It's all the same to him," he muttered, turning quickly to a soldier who stood behind him.
"Well," he muttered, "That's a help except now they've got DNA and stuff like that.
"He has weported himself sick, he's to be stwuck off the list tomowwow," muttered Denisov.
"We had better separate," he muttered in a broken voice.
Go on... harder, harder! he muttered, hunching his back and presenting his fat shoulders.
Kutuzov slightly shook his head and not taking his penetrating gaze from Rostopchin's face muttered softly:
In a different time, he muttered then swore.