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.
Whether things in the future stay the same as they are today or change from what they are today, both are understood in terms of the current reality.
He pushed forward, feeling stirred, but not yet sure what stirred him or what he would say.
Zeb was also escorted to a room--so grand and beautiful that he almost feared to sit in the chairs or lie upon the bed, lest he might dim their splendor.
They thought that pictures might take one's mind away from things that were better or more useful.
Everything Miss Sullivan taught me she illustrated by a beautiful story or a poem.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
You must go away too, take away what you can and tell the serfs to go to the Ryazan estate or to the one near Moscow.
Are you down here taking inventory or doing a lot of thinking?
Destiny must not have heard him come home or she would have been crawling all over him.
Does that mean I'm supposed to change, or that what I'm wearing is considered casual?
One does not dress or act like a lady.
It will be several days before she needs to be picked, or at least that is my judgment.
And you must have better manners, Eureka, or something worse will happen to you.
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
I don't want to spoil them - or anyone else to spoil them.
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
About ten or fifteen minutes ago.
He was realizing the impact the lie had on their relationship.
Her figure was not as well developed as Alondra or Dulce, but she looked nice in the style and color.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
I didn't think you'd be interested in meeting her... or him.
The kitchen was open all the time, but Alex didn't drink - or never had to her knowledge.
As soon as he came across a former acquaintance or anyone from the staff, he bristled up immediately and grew spiteful, ironical, and contemptuous.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
They would have had to retire of their own accord, for they had no water for men or horses.
But when Napoleon asked him whether the Russians thought they would beat Bonaparte or not, Lavrushka screwed up his eyes and considered.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
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.
But what it was, no one could tell: it might be some caprice of a sick and half-crazy man, or it might relate to public affairs, or possibly to family concerns.
But never had she felt so grieved for him or so much afraid of losing him.
His face seemed to have shriveled or melted; his features had grown smaller.
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
The old prince used to approve of them for their endurance at work when they came to Bald Hills to help with the harvest or to dig ponds, and ditches, but he disliked them for their boorishness.