Oh, I forgot to ask.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
"Oh my gosh!" she said, looking back at the photo to read the statistics.
Oh yes, very much.
Oh, I don't know.
"Oh, I believe you," Claudette interrupted flippantly.
Oh, I'd love to come here and fish sometime.
Oh, how you have...
Oh! he muttered, looking down from the window at the stones of the pavement.
Oh, and they change color if they detect structural weakness in the material to which they are affixed.
Oh, I'm a Wizard; you may be sure of that.
Oh, what has happened?
"Oh no, not at all too young!" replied the count.
"Oh," Davis interrupted, raising his brows.
Oh, you little ones; be careful and don't talk to strangers!
"Oh, you're in a library," he said.
Oh, and they are smart nails.
Oh, he's not mean.
Oh, what's the use?
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," he said.
I wondered if he'd been asleep Oh, God!
"Oh, Edward, there is Mr. Harris!" whispered the little girl.
So when I knocked on the door of Jim's atelier and said, "Hey, I'm Byron Reese," he said, "Oh, Byron, come over here, I want you to meet this guy.
Oh, they swarm; the sun is too warm there; they are born too far into life for me.
Oh, I was supposed to tell you about a party.
Oh, he lets me pet him now, but he doesn't want me to pick him up.
Oh. Well, why don't you go with me then?
"Oh God," she cried softly.
Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!
"Oh, very interesting!" said Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Oh, you think Alex feels like you want his attention all the time?
Oh my, you shouldn't be inside the tent with her.
Oh, for a soft bed and nice warm bath - with soap.
Oh, he told me part of his plans, all right.
Oh, we disagree now and then, but we never come to blows.
Oh, you have it fixed up nice, but don't you think it's a monstrosity?
"Oh, Cade," she laughed.
"Oh, Russ," she forced the words through constricted vocal cords.
"Come to us, oh, Gwig!" called the man, in a loud voice.
Oh, she is sometimes gone for several weeks on her hunting trips, and if we were not tied we would crawl all over the mountain and fight with each other and get into a lot of mischief.
"Oh, I have thought of that," said Robert.
"Oh, I cannot sing," answered the poor man."
"Oh, that will be easy enough," was the answer.
And oh, the housekeeping! to keep bright the devil's door-knobs, and scour his tubs this bright day!
Oh, that this toil might end and you would release me! thought he.
"Oh come, that's enough!" said the other.
"Oh, if anyone knew how little anything matters to me now," she said.
Oh yes, an artful tale!
Oh, you want a knife? he said, turning to an officer who wished to cut himself a piece of mutton.
Oh, I was going to ask you.
Oh, come off it, Brandon.
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
"Oh, you cannot go away, of course; so you must be destroyed," was the answer.
Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to.
"Oh, there is no need of that," said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl.
"Oh, I don't know," purred Eureka, smoothing her ruffled fur with her paw; "we didn't manage to hurt anybody, and nobody managed to hurt us."
Oh, Dorothy--you can't imagine what horrid things they are!
"Oh; are you hungry?" enquired Dorothy, drawing back.
Oh, not a real one, of course.
"Oh, I cannot hope ever to be like you," sighed the Sawhorse.
"Oh, no," answered the Sawhorse.
"Oh, cut it short," said Eureka; "you've talked long enough."
"Oh, well," said the groom, "won't six nails do?
"Oh, any kind of a place will suit him," answered the landlord.
Oh, but he must be.
"Oh, certainly!" said Mr. Johnson.
"Oh, no!" said another man who had seen and heard it all.
"Oh, I have a plan for making a boat move without poling it or rowing it," he answered.
Oh, yes, I know she is anxious, and I will go.
Oh, the delight with which I gathered up the fruit in my pinafore, pressed my face against the smooth cheeks of the apples, still warm from the sun, and skipped back to the house!
Oh, it was all so interesting, so beautiful!
Oh, would that men would leave the city, its splendour and its tumult and its gold, and return to wood and field and simple, honest living!
Oh, it was a lovely and delicate doll! but the little girl's brother, a tall lad, had taken the doll, and set it up in a high tree in the garden, and had run away.
Oh, I do so hope and pray that I shall speak well some day!...
Oh, Carrie, how I should like to speak like other people!
I thought her beauty angellic, and oh, what a clear, beautiful voice she had!
Oh, dear friend, how shall I ever bear it!...
Oh my! if they only realized their limitations, they would flee for their lives to the woods and fields.
Oh, he was simply beautiful!
But, in spite of all their wild efforts, neither side was scored, and we all laughed and said, "Oh, well now the pot can't call the kettle black!"...
We dined with the Rogers last Friday, and oh, they were so kind to us!
Oh, if only there were some one to help me!
It is always: "Oh, Miss Sullivan, please come and tell us what Helen means," or "Miss Sullivan, won't you please explain this to Helen?
Oh, how terrible it was!
This morning Helen was reading for the first time Bryant's poem, "Oh, mother of a mighty race!"
"Oh, yes!" she replied; "because last hour I was thinking very hard of Mr. Anagnos, and then my mind,"--then changing the word--"my soul was in Athens, but my body was here in the study."
"Oh, please read us the rest, even if we won't understand it," they pleaded, delighted with the rhythm, and the beauty which they felt, even though they could not have explained it.
Oh, he got worms out of rotten logs since the ground froze, and so he caught them.
Oh for a man who is a man, and, as my neighbor says, has a bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through!
"Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.
Oh dear, what am I thinking about?
"Oh, he is in a dreadful state," said the mother to her son when they were in the carriage.
"Oh, little countess!"... and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.
Oh, what a terrible state he is in!
A day or two, then bliss unspoilt, But oh! till then I cannot live!...
"Oh!" said he with reproach and surprise, "this is absurd!
"Oh, he is so kind!" answered Princess Mary.
"Oh, my God!" he added, stepping resolutely forward.
"Oh, well, well!" remarked the regimental commander.
Oh, my bower, oh, my bower...!
"Oh, my bower new...!" chimed in twenty voices, and the castanet player, in spite of the burden of his equipment, rushed out to the front and, walking backwards before the company, jerked his shoulders and flourished his castanets as if threatening someone.
"Oh, he's all right, a good horse," answered Rostov, though the horse for which he had paid seven hundred rubbles was not worth half that sum.
Oh, we do prize it, old fellow!
Oh, my dear fellow, we're in such a stew here these last two days.
"Oh, every bullet has its billet," answered Vaska Denisov, turning in his saddle.
Oh! groaned Nesvitski as if in fierce pain, seizing the officer of the suite by the arm.
Oh, you Don Juan!
"Oh, I must give you a treat," Bilibin whispered to Bolkonski.
"Oh, your excellency!" said Franz, with difficulty rolling the portmanteau into the vehicle, "we are to move on still farther.
Oh, you clever people, said a third manly voice interrupting them both.
"Oh, how I will slash at him!" thought Rostov, gripping the hilt of his saber.
"Oh, but you were there?" said Prince Bagration, addressing Prince Andrew.
"Oh, the old fool," he thought.
"Oh, take those off... those..." she said, pointing to his spectacles.
Oh!" and she shook her finger at him, "I have even heard of your doings in Paris!"
Oh, she is a pearl among women, Princess, he added, turning to Princess Mary.
Oh, only my poor mother...
And, oh God, how passionately she must love him if she could so far forget herself!
Oh, you petisenfans, allay cushay dormir! he exclaimed, imitating his Russian nurse's French, at which he and Boris used to laugh long ago.
Oh, you damned dandies!
"Oh, you Guards!" said Rostov.
Oh, don't mention it, Count!
"Oh dear, what a beast I am!" muttered Rostov, as he read the letter.
Oh, what a pig I am, not to have written and to have given them such a fright!
Oh, what a pig I am! he repeated, flushing suddenly.
"Oh, that's it!" said Rostov, evidently thinking of something else.
"Oh God, what would happen to me if the Emperor spoke to me?" thought Rostov.
"Oh, to die, to die for him," thought Rostov.
Oh yes, very much!
"Oh, that is all the same," Dolgorukov said quickly, and getting up he spread a map on the table.
"Oh, go to the devil!" called out a voice, drowned by the laughter of the orderlies and servants.
Oh, how I would guard him, how I would tell him the truth, how I would unmask his deceivers!
Oh yes, in the skirmishing line... pass and watchword-- shaft, Olmutz.
Oh, but Denisov's a fine fellow.
Yes, Na-tasha, sabretache, oh, yes, yes!
Oh, very well, you may stay in attendance on me.
Oh! groaned Kutuzov despairingly and looked around....
"Oh, what are you talking about?" said another.
"Oh, you fool!" said the old man, spitting angrily.
Sonya, Natasha, Petya, Anna Mikhaylovna, Vera, and the old count were all hugging him, and the serfs, men and maids, flocked into the room, exclaiming and oh-ing and ah-ing.
"Oh, how nice, how splendid!" she said to everything.
Oh, how glad I am to have you!
"Oh, what nonsense!" cried Natasha, laughing.
Oh, well then, good-by: go and dress.
"Oh yes, it is horribly stupid," said Pierre.
"Oh yes, like that, I know, I only forgot," said he.
Oh, that's nonsense, he thought.
Oh, you are very pale! said Princess Mary in alarm, running with her soft, ponderous steps up to her sister-in-law.
"Oh yes," assented Princess Mary, "perhaps that's it.
Oh! she heard as she left the room.
Oh, nurse, I'm so glad!
"Oh, my God! thank God!" said Princess Mary.
"Oh, yes, I quite understand," answered Rostov, who was under his new friend's influence.
"Oh, how delightful it is!" she kept saying, running up to Sonya.
"Oh no!" said Iogel, hastening to reassure him.
You were only inattentive, but you had talent--oh yes, you had talent!
"Oh no, let me off, Countess," Denisov replied.
"Oh, those Moscow gossips!" said Dolokhov, and he took up the cards with a smile.
Oh, how pleasant it was at home!...
Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....
"Oh, it's terrible to feel oneself so in this man's power," thought Rostov.
"Oh, nothing," said he, as if weary of being continually asked the same question.
And suddenly the whole world centered for him on anticipation of the next note, the next phrase, and everything in the world was divided into three beats: "Oh mio crudele affetto."...
"Oh mio crudele affetto."...
"Oh, this senseless life of ours!" thought Nicholas.
Oh, how that chord vibrated, and how moved was something that was finest in Rostov's soul!
"Oh, yes!" said Pierre, with a forced smile.
Oh no, not at all!
"Oh, hush, please!" said another.
Oh, that wicked Prince Hippolyte! she said.
"Oh, leave off, you always talk nonsense and keep putting things off-- and this is what comes of it!" said Prince Andrew in an exasperated whisper, evidently meaning to wound his sister.
"Oh, that is dreadful, dreadful!" said Pierre.
Oh, yes, master, I was found worthy.
"Oh, master, what are you saying?" exclaimed the horrified Pelageya, turning to Princess Mary for support.
Oh, don't speak so, master!
Oh, master, master, what a sin!
Oh, I really did not mean to hurt her feelings.
Oh, do the best you can!
"Oh, no, not at all," said Boris.
"Oh, the spring, I suppose," he thought as he turned round.
Oh, how can you sleep?
Oh, you only spoil things for me.
"Oh, is it you, Prince, who have freed your serfs?" said an old man of Catherine's day, turning contemptuously toward Bolkonski.
Oh, Papa! how nice you look!
Oh yes, that's the French ambassador himself! she replied to the countess' inquiry about Caulaincourt.
"Oh, you know him?" said Peronskaya.
"Oh, there was childish love?" suddenly asked Prince Andrew, blushing unexpectedly.
"Oh, undoubtedly!" said Prince Andrew, and with sudden and unnatural liveliness he began chaffing Pierre about the need to be very careful with his fifty-year-old Moscow cousins, and in the midst of these jesting remarks he rose, taking Pierre by the arm, and drew him aside.
Nor did she cry when he was gone; but for several days she sat in her room dry-eyed, taking no interest in anything and only saying now and then, "Oh, why did he go away?"
Oh, Nikita, please go... where can I send him?...
"Oh dear, what a young lady!" said Foka, pretending to frown at Natasha.
Oh, where am I to go?
"Oh, you are there!" said Sonya with a start, and came near and listened.
Oh, if only he would come quicker!
Oh yes, I know, I know, I know!
"Oh, I've forgotten..." she replied.
Oh, how strange you are with that mustache and those eyebrows!...
"Oh, Natasha!" she cried.
"Oh, yes, yes!" replied the commander-in-chief.
"Oh yes," she answered.
"Oh, my God, Count, there are moments when I would marry anybody!" she cried suddenly to her own surprise and with tears in her voice.
Oh no, she is simply enchanting, and that is all.
Oh, why doesn't he come?...
"Oh yes, I heard it today," said Shinshin, coming into the Rostovs' box.
Oh, better not think of it--not till he comes back! she told herself, and began looking at the faces, some strange and some familiar, in the stalls.
"Oh, yes," replied Natasha.
"Oh, my enchantress!" she cried to the blushing Natasha.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Natasha.
Oh, you don't understand anything!
Oh, Sonya, if you knew him as I do!
Oh, let me be!
"Oh, vile and heartless brood!" he exclaimed, and left the room.
Oh, when he takes it in hand himself, things get hot... by heaven!...
Oh, my dear general!
Oh, what a splendid reign! he repeated several times, then paused, drew from his pocket a gold snuffbox, lifted it to his nose, and greedily sniffed at it.
"Oh, no, Mary Hendrikhovna," replied the officer, "one must look after the doctor.
Yes, oh yes, that French officer with the dimple.
Oh yes, I sent that announcement.
Oh yes, your plan.
Oh yes, let me congratulate you!
"Oh yes, the war," he said.
Oh, come, my dear count!
Oh, come, ma cousine!
"Oh, that count of yours!" said the princess malevolently.
Oh, but it's so...
"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.
"Oh, what a boy I was!" he said aloud bitterly.
Oh yes, and what do the masonic brothers say about war?
"Oh!" said Pierre, looking over his spectacles in perplexity at Prince Andrew.
* "Oh, yes, the only aim is to weaken the enemy, so of course one cannot take into account the loss of private individuals."
"Oh, no," agreed the other.
"Oh, she nearly knocked our gentleman's hat off!" cried the red-faced humorist, showing his teeth chaffing Pierre.
"There, lads... oh, oh!" they mimicked the peasants, "they don't like it at all!"
Oh, ooh! his frightened moans could be heard, subdued by suffering and broken by sobs.
Oh, ooh! he sobbed, like a woman.
"Oh, he loves me so!" said Helene, who for some reason imagined that Pierre too loved her.
* Oh, Mamma, don't talk nonsense!
Oh, Mamma, how is it you don't understand that the Holy Father, who has the right to grant dispensations...
"Oh, yes!" said Pierre.
Oh, what a terrible thing is fear, and how shamefully I yielded to it!
Oh, it's a fresh broadsheet.
Oh, well, you know people often invent things.
"Oh, so that is Vereshchagin!" said Pierre, looking at the firm, calm face of the old man and seeking any indication of his being a traitor.
Oh, by the by!" he shouted through the doorway after Pierre, "is it true that the countess has fallen into the clutches of the holy fathers of the Society of Jesus?"
Oh yes, why not?
"Oh, what sleep-?" said the countess, waking up just as she was dropping into a doze.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" said the count hastily.
Oh, go to the devil, all of you!
Oh, do as you like!
"Oh, those servants!" said the count, swaying his head.
Oh, don't ask me, don't ask me!
Oh, yes, in a minute; wait... or no!
"Oh yes!" said Pierre, rousing himself and rising hurriedly.
"Oh well... it can't be helped!" said he in a tone of vexation and placed his hand on the gate as if to leave.
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
"Oh, tell that blockhead," he said in reply to the question from the Registrar's Department, "that he should remain to guard his documents.
"Oh, please!" said he.
Oh, it was beautiful, Monsieur Pierre!
Oh yes, one sees that plainly.
Oh yes, mon cher, he is the greatest man of the ages past or future.
"Oh, women, women!" and the captain, looking with glistening eyes at Pierre, began talking of love and of his love affairs.
"Oh, how terrible," said Sonya returning from the yard chilled and frightened.
"Oh, how oppressive this continual delirium is," thought Prince Andrew, trying to drive that face from his imagination.
Oh, that's a terrible illness!
Oh, it would be a terrible loss, she is an enchanting woman.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
Oh, what a fellow you are!
"Oh no, we are good friends with him," said Nicholas in the simplicity of his heart; it did not enter his head that a pastime so pleasant to himself might not be pleasant to someone else.
"Oh yes, I understand," said the governor's wife.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
"Oh, I don't know, it is all so strange," replied Sonya, clutching at her head.
"Oh, I'm all right," said he, "but why did they shoot those poor fellows?
Oh, what a lovely boy!
"Oh, it is really too late," said Count Orlov, looking at the camp.
"Oh dear!" muttered Karataev and went away.
Oh, it will be the death of me!
"Oh, the nasty beasts!" said he with disgust.
"Oh, the devil!" exclaimed Denisov angrily, and showing his teeth he struck his horse three times with his whip, splashing himself and his comrades with mud.
"Oh, yes," said Petya, nodding at the first words Denisov uttered as if he understood it all, though he really did not understand anything of it.
"Oh, I took one all right," said Tikhon.
"Oh, but he was a regular good-for-nothing," said Tikhon.
Oh, how fine, how splendid!
"Oh, what can I do for him?" he thought, and opening the door he let the boy pass in first.
"Oh, he's a hard nut to crack," said one of the officers who was sitting in the shadow at the other side of the fire.
Oh, how fine, how splendid!
Oh yes, another thing!
Oh, he's thrown himself down there in the passage.
Oh--why, that was in a dream!
Oh, this is delightful!
Oh, I'll go across and have a look....
Oh, you fine fellows, my kind, kind friends!
Oh, my brave, kind friends, and he leaned his head against the shoulder of one of the men like a child.
Oh, how good, how splendid!
"Oh, yes, long ago before this happened I did for some reason mean to go to Petersburg," he reflected.
Oh, how happy I am!
He did not repeat to himself with a sickening feeling of shame the words he had spoken, or say: "Oh, why did I not say that?" and, "Whatever made me say 'Je vous aime'?"
"Oh, I beg your pardon," she said as if waking up.
Oh, Mary, don't remind me of it! and again he flushed.
Oh, how absurd you are!
"Oh, I'll go and see," said Pierre, jumping up.
Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte loose--he'd knock all this nonsense out of them!
Oh, do you know?
Oh, it's time to go to him....
"Oh nothing, only a trifle," said Natasha, smilingly still more brightly.
Oh, what a wonderful man he is!
I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
"Oh," he said, smiling.
Oh, and we were whispering so you knew we were talking, but you didn't know what we were saying.
Oh, so you immediately thought of Señor Medena.
Oh my, you shouldn't be inside the tent with her.
"Oh," she let her breath out quickly in relief.
Oh yes, he had overheard her conversation with Allen earlier and made his own deductions.
Oh, is that what the kiss was for?
"Oh," The air left her lungs in a relieved sigh.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
Oh, come on now.
Oh sure, and if I started taking my clothes off, you'd tell me to stop, right?
Oh, I can understand why you would want to deceive people, I just don't understand how you can involve your family in such a thing – especially Tammy!
Oh, I don't mean that in a sexual way.
Oh, don't do that.
Oh, just a date for the concert.
Oh, it's all right.
"Oh, leave it there," Adrienne said.
Oh, don't mind him.
Oh, now don't start crying.
Oh, come on now.
"Oh, Brandon," she moaned.
Oh, I'm sure he intends to.
Oh, this is so nice.
Oh, and you know what they say: Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.
Oh yeah, you weren't around here then.
Oh, that feels so good.
Oh, she can't be that bad.
Oh well, life was full of unpleasantness and this was a minor one.
Oh, it was nothing.
"Oh, Howie," Martha said, "you don't have to go to that much trouble just to convince us."
Oh no; it's just Eureka, my kitten.
"Oh, I'm not so sure of that," replied the girl.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Dorothy.
"Oh, Eureka!" cried Dorothy, "did you eat the bones?"
"Oh, Billina!" she said; "how fat and sleek you've grown."
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
"Oh, dear!" moaned the poet.
"Oh, yes!" said Gilbert.
"Oh, thank you," said the man very politely.
"I should like to learn to do that--oh, ever so much!" he answered.
Oh, mother, I would like to know everything.
Oh, do not leave me here.
"Oh, I wish I could be a sailor!" he said.
"Oh, your Majesty!" cried Carl.
Oh, the comfort of the long, tender embrace!
I spoke up and said, "Oh, no, it is my story, and I have written it for Mr. Anagnos."
Oh, don't speak to me of Austria.
Oh! exclaimed several voices.
Oh, don't speak of his going, don't!
Oh, a very wise man is Prince Kutuzov!
"Oh, this German precision!" he muttered, shaking his head.
"Oh, Nicholas, how can you talk like that?" cried Sonya, hardly able to conceal her delight.
Oh my, you're fortunate the car didn't go over the edge with you in it!
"Oh, my intentions are honorable," he assured her.
"Oh, no," said Dorothy, "we've been there, and we know."