She smiled to herself - and not always because he rubbed her the wrong way.
Destiny must not have heard him come home or she would have been crawling all over him.
"Not for them." he said, and turned to the bathroom.
Not now implied later, but that didn't feel comfortable either.
The idea of making love in a strange bedroom was disturbing enough, but with only a door between them and the children, locked or not, it didn't feel right.
This does not bother you?
Jonathan wants a little brother, not a little sister.
The shed at Hugson's Siding was bare save for an old wooden bench, and did not look very inviting.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
Why, it's a great deal for Uncle Hugson, but not for me.
For a moment the boy did not know what he meant by this question.
In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.
"I'm not going to drop a pin," said Zeb.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out.
It had a bright blue cover, which he was careful not to soil.
The speech was not hard to learn, and Edward soon knew every word of it.
"Henry Longfellow," said the teacher, "why have you not written?"
But this was not true.
Henry's composition was not in verse.
So you must be careful not to spend these foolishly.
After reading my arguments, you may or may not believe the future I describe is inevitable, as I say it is.
By the midpoint of the twentieth century, America's dreamers were preoccupied with the future—and not just any old future, but the great and glorious future that seemed inevitable.
But nowhere in it was there even a hint that it might not be possible.
I am not saying we live in a utopia.
Blind optimism is not, to be sure.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
And while it may not be perfect, life will be profoundly better for everyone on the planet.
One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education--rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
We were sadly in the way, but that did not interfere with our pleasure in the least.
I did not then know why Belle acted in this way; but I knew she was not doing as I wished.
The apron did not dry quickly enough to suit me, so I drew nearer and threw it right over the hot ashes.
I could not be induced to tell where the key was.
But I did not find out the secret for several years.
Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like.
We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me.
I would fain say something, not so much concerning the Chinese and Sandwich Islanders as you who read these pages, who are said to live in New England; something about your condition, especially your outward condition or circumstances in this world, in this town, what it is, whether it is necessary that it be as bad as it is, whether it cannot be improved as well as not.
See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds.
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!
If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette Scherer.
"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception.
He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court.
"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war.
The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind.