Let's go do the chores one last time before we leave.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
"Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna.
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
Zeb struck a match and lighted one of the lanterns.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
When no one said anything she sighed, her attention on Carmen.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making four piglets.
And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one of the creatures remained.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
"Then the bears will get him," said one of the children's voices.
In front of each place was a plate bearing one of the delicious dama-fruit, and the perfume that rose from these was so enticing and sweet that they were sorely tempted to eat of them and become invisible.
"Why, we can see each other again!" cried one, joyfully.
One friend suggests she advertise on dating sites.
In 2010, people were uploading one hundred million photos on Facebook every single day.
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
Pressed by the throng against the high backs of the chairs, the orators spoke one after another and sometimes two together.
One of the old men nearest to him looked round, but his attention was immediately diverted by an exclamation at the other side of the table.
She will be our expiation! shouted one man.
When Pierre saw the Emperor he was coming out accompanied by two merchants, one of whom Pierre knew, a fat otkupshchik.
Pierre's one feeling at the moment was a desire to show that he was ready to go all lengths and was prepared to sacrifice everything.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.