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.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
"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."
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.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
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.
We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
He rose up on one elbow and frowned.
When no one said anything she sighed, her attention on Carmen.
No one wanted to feel forced into anything.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
For a moment her heart beat overtime and it looked as though she might fall, but Alex smoothly caught her and stepped around, covering her fumbling so well that no one appeared to notice.
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
The central and largest one was white, and reminded her of the sun.
Around it were arranged, like the five points of a star, the other five brilliant balls; one being rose colored, one violet, one yellow, one blue and one orange.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
These spires were like great spear-points, and if they tumbled upon one of them they were likely to suffer serious injury.
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.
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.
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.