"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
I am His gaze wandered over her face again.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
Or social scientists who spent vast amounts of time poring over millions of pages of census records.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
With some difficulty and danger Jim drew the buggy over the loose rocks until he reached the green lawns below, where the paths and orchards and gardens began.
Over time, people will see they will be contributing to the construction of a knowledge base which really is the complete recording of every action of every member of humanity.
He bent over, picked up her clothes and tossed them to her.
I told them about a week ago, and I went over it again with them today.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
Sometimes they had to climb over heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy.
He learned many languages and became known all over the world as "The Learned Blacksmith."
Alex leaned over and kissed Destiny's cheek.
That made an extraordinary long hole, as you may imagine, and reached far down into the earth; and, as I leaned over it to try to see to the bottom, I lost my balance and tumbled in.
Wolf! they cried, as they met another farmer coming over the hill.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
"From what I have heard," said Pierre, blushing and breaking into the conversation, "almost all the aristocracy has already gone over to Bonaparte's side."
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
She rolled over and rose up on an elbow.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
But the rest of you must be destroyed in some way, and you cannot be planted, because I do not wish horses and cats and meat people growing all over our country.
It was a pretty place, with vines growing thickly over the broad front porch.
One summer he went over the sea to Italy; for his name was well known there, and many people wished to hear him sing.
But suddenly, at a narrow place, they met a very old man, hobbling slowly along over the stony way.
"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.
She was well aware that her breasts were over-proportioned, but it was the first time anyone had openly mentioned it in the presence of others.
At that moment Count Rostopchin with his protruding chin and alert eyes, wearing the uniform of a general with sash over his shoulder, entered the room, stepping briskly to the front of the crowd of gentry.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
The instructions to Alpatych took over two hours and still the prince did not let him go.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
While the horses were being harnessed Alpatych and Ferapontov over their tea talked of the price of corn, the crops, and the good weather for harvesting.
With lively curiosity everyone tried to get a glimpse of the projectiles as they flew over their heads.
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.