What are you doing over here?
I don't want a shadow hanging over him.
He is famous all over the world.
You see it all over the Internet.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
Alluring brooks of crystal water flowed sparkling between their flower-strewn banks, while scattered over the valley were dozens of the quaintest and most picturesque cottages our travelers had ever beheld.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
"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.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
Carmen hurried over to Destiny.
"That will prove a barrier for some time to come," said the little man, smiling pleasantly all over his wrinkled face at the success of their stratagem.
I am His gaze wandered over her face again.
Wolf! they cried, as they met another farmer coming over the hill.
She slid over, cuddling close to him, her head on his pillow.
Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.
At this they both put their heads over the side of the buggy and looked down.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
He bent over, picked up her clothes and tossed them to her.
But suddenly, at a narrow place, they met a very old man, hobbling slowly along over the stony way.
Over time, Amazon has achieved such scale and thus has collected so much data that their suggestions are really useful.
Suddenly a change passed over the tree.
She rolled over and rose up on an elbow.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
Four things will then happen that will make the suggestion engine get vastly better over time:
His gaze wandered over her face.
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.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
When he pulled the covers over her, she stretched out and fell asleep again.
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.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
And running over the events of the day he remembered the French drummer boy.
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
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.
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.
Over a hundred million videos on YouTube.
To understand this problem, consider our relationship with knowledge over the centuries.
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.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
Finally he bowed over her hand.
They advanced in a great swarm, having been joined by many more of their kind, and they flew straight over Jim's head to where the others were standing.
Sometimes they had to climb over heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy.
Several days of festivity and merry-making followed, for such old friends did not often meet and there was much to be told and talked over between them, and many amusements to be enjoyed in this delightful country.
And now, the trial being over, the good citizens of the Emerald City scattered to their homes, well content with the day's amusement.
The name of Pittacus was known all over the world.
Science's progress over the past few hundred years has been determined mainly by the relatively slow speed at which we were able to collect data.
The math works the same over time.
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
"I hope this will prove the last drop that will make the glass run over," Anna Pavlovna continued.
"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."
"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.
I hand him over to you.
All his life he had looked over the heads of the men around him, when he should have merely looked in front of him without straining his eyes.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
She rolled over to face him, sliding eagerly into his embrace.
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
His gaze wandered over her face.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
There were paths through these gardens, and over some of the brooks were ornamental glass bridges.
I've been picked over six years, but our family is known to be especially long lived.
Then she happened to remember that in a corner of her suit-case were one or two crackers that were left over from her luncheon on the train, and she went to the buggy and brought them.
"Don't be rough!" he would call out, if Eureka knocked over one of the round, fat piglets with her paw; but the pigs never minded, and enjoyed the sport very greatly.
He had fastened one end of the strap to a wheel of the buggy, and now he let the line dangle over the side of the house.
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.
But their journey was almost over, for in a short time they reached a small cave from which there was no further outlet.
Over this Land I ruled in peace for many years, until I grew old and longed to see my native city once again.
They obeyed at once, and next served a fine large turbot on a silver platter, with drawn gravy poured over it.
"What brought you back?" was the next question, and Dorothy's eye rested on an antlered head hanging on the wall just over the fireplace, and caught its lips in the act of moving.
The name of James Hogg became known all over Scotland.
It was no fun to be pulled over the sharp stones in that way; but it was better than to be bitten by the wolf.
He learned many languages and became known all over the world as "The Learned Blacksmith."
One summer he went over the sea to Italy; for his name was well known there, and many people wished to hear him sing.
The sailors agreed; for they were anxious to hear the musician whose songs were famous all over the world.
He is now being hunted with hounds, but I hope soon to see him king over all Scotland.
And because human nature changes either not at all or very slowly, people make the same choices over and over again.
It simply has been enabled by technology combined with prosperity compounded over time.
So the salesperson says, "If you like that suit, then come over here and try this one from Ralph Lauren."
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.
Jim Haynes has had well over 100,000 people come over for dinner.
Over time, we will feel that kind of confidence in this kind of system.
Read on to see how that momentum has built over time, and continues to build.
With skin cancer, like all diseases, over time some people get better and some people get worse, and often we really don't know why.
We may not choose to—we may choose eating cheesecake and bacon over living an estimated extra 2.4 months longer.
Over time, microscopes got better.
And when more and more people have their medical history tracked over time, we will learn even more about how our bodies get sick and how they heal.
Over the course of history, the division of labor has increased human productivity immensely.
It has 4,000,000K of memory—once again, a thousandfold increase over its predecessor.
Let's address that by looking at two phenomena: the changing definitions of poverty over time, and the effect of a large gap between the incomes of the rich and poor.
However, if they are getting wealthier over time, even if the rich are getting wealthier faster, the poor will tend to accept the system more.
Sometimes countries simply nationalize industries, so that an enterprise once owned by a private company, often a foreign-based one, is taken over by the government or "the people."
Now let's look at the role of government, both philosophically and historically, which also changes over time.
Preventing violent crimes and crimes against the weak usually take precedent over fraud and economic crimes.
Whether you look at a single country over a span of time, or a group of countries at a specific point in history, the result is the same.
Like most stereotypes, it is an over-simplification.
But over time, these dehumanizing jobs are what will be "left behind," not the people who perform them.
Penalty for vagrancy rose over the years from time served in stocks, to whipping, to branding, and then to death.
In the modern era, what we have seen around the world is a general increase in social services and the welfare state over time.
In other words, civil government steps in to take over roles traditionally provided by private charity only when charities no longer provide the service.
Over the CCC's nine-year life, its workers planted nearly three billion trees, built eight hundred parks, and constructed roads in remote areas.
Over the next three years, forty-two folded-ear cats were born, and with them a new breed.
What would we say to Borlaug if we met him in a cornfield and ended up discussing the world's problems over a beer somewhere?
But over time, as incomes around the world rise, people will migrate more and more to products associated with social practices that match their own ideals.
In 106, the Roman Emperor Trajan celebrated his defeat over the Dacians by ordering 123 consecutive days of gladiatorial games in the Roman Coliseum.
It is true that there is much disagreement over how to achieve these ideals, but the fact remains we want a just society for all.
Of course, politics being what it is, the Peace Dividend was spent a dozen times over by as many special interests who felt they were the most deserving of such an unexpected largess.
So, when I tell you we will see the end of war, if you are over thirty-five years of age, you have every reason to roll your eyes and tell me you have seen this movie before and aren't up for the sequel.
When I first made this list, it had well over one hundred entries.
Finally, you are making money hand over fist manufacturing the C2000.
And yet over the last century, we also have seen colonies gain their independence and become nations, and nations peaceably divide.
Then slowly, over time, things changed.
This was done in large part because the two powers came so close to going to war over the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Before it is all over, the number of Facebook accounts will exceed the number of people on the planet.
That would average over three SMS messages per day per person on the planet.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
In World War I, in the Battle of the Somme, were over a million casualties, and the action advanced the Allied line just seven miles, or about two deaths for every inch of ground.
Though the world foreseen in this book may seem far away to you, I believe it will be achieved—and once achieved, that it will grow in stability over time.
Technology compounds over time.
Civilization, like technology, also compounds over time, as do its benefits.
Instead of relearning things over the course of centuries, people will be able to learn from the choices others have made.
Instead, you have to find small things over which to argue, like whether the capital gains tax should be raised.
After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee.
Throwing a blanket over me, she almost suffocated me, but she put out the fire.
As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly.
I remained still and expectant; a chilling terror crept over me.
Whenever anything delighted or interested me she talked it over with me just as if she were a little girl herself.
She went quickly over uninteresting details, and never nagged me with questions to see if I remembered the day-before-yesterday's lesson.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I have often held in my hand a little model of the Plymouth Rock which a kind gentleman gave me at Pilgrim Hall, and I have fingered its curves, the split in the centre and the embossed figures "1620," and turned over in my mind all that I knew about the wonderful story of the Pilgrims.
Suddenly my ecstasy gave place to terror; for my foot struck against a rock and the next instant there was a rush of water over my head.
It was very difficult to walk over, the ties were wide apart and so narrow that one felt as if one were walking on knives.
Miss Fuller's method was this: she passed my hand lightly over her face, and let me feel the position of her tongue and lips when she made a sound.
For a long time, when I wrote a letter, even to my mother, I was seized with a sudden feeling of terror, and I would spell the sentences over and over, to make sure that I had not read them in a book.
I rejoiced over all his successes, I shut my eyes to his faults, and wondered, not that he had them, but that they had not crushed or dwarfed his soul.
In the finals, no one read my work over to me, and in the preliminaries I offered subjects with some of which I was in a measure familiar before my work in the Cambridge school; for at the beginning of the year I had passed examinations in English, History, French and German, which Mr. Gilman gave me from previous Harvard papers.
But on the night before the algebra examination, while I was struggling over some very complicated examples, I could not tell the combinations of bracket, brace and radical.
Both Mr. Keith and I were distressed and full of forebodings for the morrow; but we went over to the college a little before the examination began, and had Mr. Vining explain more fully the American symbols.
It comes over me that in the last two or three pages of this chapter I have used figures which will turn the laugh against me.
I think that was all; but I read them over and over, until the words were so worn and pressed I could scarcely make them out.
One day my teacher found me in a corner of the library poring over the pages of "The Scarlet Letter."
One sympathizes with their loves and hatreds, laughs over their comedies, and weeps over their tragedies.
Greece, ancient Greece, exercised a mysterious fascination over me.
As soon as my examinations were over, Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook, where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous.
The chessmen are of two sizes, the white larger than the black, so that I have no trouble in following my opponent's maneuvers by moving my hands lightly over the board after a play.
A burst of childish laughter greets my blunder, and the pantomime begins all over again.
While at Memphis she went over one of the large Mississippi steamers.
After the services were over the soldier-sailors showed us around.
This, the first of Helen's letters to Dr. Holmes, written soon after a visit to him, he published in "Over the Teacups." [Atlantic Monthly, May, 1890]
I did not imagine, when I studied about the forests of Maine, that a strong and beautiful ship would go sailing all over the world, carrying wood from those rich forests, to build pleasant homes and schools and churches in distant countries.
I hope the great ocean will love the new Helen, and let her sail over its blue waves peacefully.
Helen asked that the contributions, which people were sending from all over America and England, be devoted to Tommy's education.
I do try to think that he is still near, very near; but sometimes the thought that he is not here, that I shall not see him when I go to Boston,--that he is gone,--rushes over my soul like a great wave of sorrow.
When the reception was over we went back to the hotel and teacher slept quite unconscious of the surprise which was in store for her.
When we crossed over to the Canadian side, I cried, "God save the Queen!"
Once, while we were out on the water, the sun went down over the rim of the earth, and threw a soft, rosy light over the White City, making it look more than ever like Dreamland....
After my little "speech," we attended a reception at which over six hundred people were present.
But the weather and the scenery were so beautiful, and it was such fun to go scooting over the smoother part of the road, I didn't mind the mishaps in the least.
My teacher and I had a good laugh over the girls' frolic.
A kind friend took me over in the morning to the Boston Art Museum.
There is but one cloud in my sky at present; but that is one which casts a dark shadow over my life, and makes me very anxious at times.
Mr. Keith comes every afternoon at four o'clock, and gives me a "friendly lift" over the rough stretches of road, over which every student must go.
She sat running her finger over the braille manuscript, stopping now and then to refer to the braille notes on which she had indicated her corrections, all the time reading aloud to verify the manuscript.
Many of the detached incidents and facts of our daily life pass around and over her unobserved; but she has enough detailed acquaintance with the world to keep her view of it from being essentially defective.
When she was at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston she stood on a step-ladder and let both hands play over the statues.
Miss Keller puts her fingers lightly over the hand of one who is talking to her and gets the words as rapidly as they can be spelled.
If more people knew this, and the friends and relatives of deaf children learned the manual alphabet at once the deaf all over the world would be happier and better educated.
The point of this gold indicator bends over the edge of the case, round which are set eleven raised points--the stem forms the twelfth.
After the first year or two Dr. Howe did not teach Laura Bridgman himself, but gave her over to other teachers, who under his direction carried on the work of teaching her language.
Then the educators all over the world said their say and for the most part did not help matters.
Then we had another tussle over folding her napkin.
Finding it locked, she began to kick and scream all over again.
After a long time Mrs. Keller said that she would think the matter over and see what Captain Keller thought of sending Helen away with me.
She was delighted if he made a mistake, and made him form the letter over several times.
But I am always glad when this work is over for the day.
The word coming so close upon the sensation of cold water rushing over her hand seemed to startle her.
I taught her the word "puppy" and drew her hand over them all, while they sucked, and spelled "puppies."
You would be amused to see me hold a squealing pig in my arms, while Helen feels it all over, and asks countless questions--questions not easy to answer either.
Then she took the other ball and made her sign for LARGE by spreading both hands over it.
The child's eagerness and interest carry her over many obstacles that would be our undoing if we stopped to define and explain everything.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
The horse was an old, worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it; the knees knuckled over, and the forelegs were very unsteady.
She has one advantage over ordinary children, that nothing from without distracts her attention from her studies.
They tell me over and over what I want to know.
When at the age of fourteen she had had but a few lessons in German, she read over the words of "Wilhelm Tell" and managed to get the story.
In the same way she played with Latin, learning not only from the lessons her first Latin teacher gave her, but from going over and over the words of a text, a game she played by herself.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
'Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.'
His love and care are written all over the walls of nature.
After awhile he went nearer, and looking closely at the buds, found that they were folded up, leaf over leaf, as eyelids are folded over sleeping eyes, so that Birdie thought they must be asleep.
Every year Santa Claus takes a journey over the world in a sleigh drawn by a strong and rapid steed called "Rudolph."
Then looking more closely at the trees around, they saw that the treasure was all melting away, and that much of it was already spread over the leaves of the oak trees and maples, which were shining with their gorgeous dress of gold and bronze, crimson and emerald.
At length every jar and vase was cracked or broken, and the precious stones they contained were melting, too, and running in little streams over the trees and bushes of the forest.
As soon as breakfast was over we hurried off to the shore.
At times Miss Keller seemed to lack flexibility, her thoughts ran in set phrases which she seemed to have no power to revise or turn over in new ways.
From the top of the hill where I stood I saw my army surging over a sunlit plain like angry breakers, and as they moved, I saw the green of fields, like the cool hollows between billows.
I sometimes try my acquaintances by such tests as this--Who could wear a patch, or two extra seams only, over the knee?
The Indians had advanced so far as to regulate the effect of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved by a string.
On the 1st of April it rained and melted the ice, and in the early part of the day, which was very foggy, I heard a stray goose groping about over the pond and cackling as if lost, or like the spirit of the fog.
Sometimes a rambler in the wood was attracted by the sound of my axe, and we chatted pleasantly over the chips which I had made.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
This man seemed to me to lean over the cornice, and timidly whisper his half truth to the rude occupants who really knew it better than he.
As for the religion and love of art of the builders, it is much the same all the world over, whether the building be an Egyptian temple or the United States Bank.
It is the same as if all these traps were buckled to a man's belt, and he could not move over the rough country where our lines are cast without dragging them--dragging his trap.
I heard it proposed lately that two young men should travel together over the world, the one without money, earning his means as he went, before the mast and behind the plow, the other carrying a bill of exchange in his pocket.
I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue.
But in other directions, even from this point, I could not see over or beyond the woods which surrounded me.
And every few years a new lot is laid down and run over; so that, if some have the pleasure of riding on a rail, others have the misfortune to be ridden upon.
And when they run over a man that is walking in his sleep, a supernumerary sleeper in the wrong position, and wake him up, they suddenly stop the cars, and make a hue and cry about it, as if this were an exception.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter--we never need read of another.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.
I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel.
I was sometimes tempted to stretch an awning over them and take my seat there.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
The whistle of the locomotive penetrates my woods summer and winter, sounding like the scream of a hawk sailing over some farmer's yard, informing me that many restless city merchants are arriving within the circle of the town, or adventurous country traders from the other side.
There is no stopping to read the riot act, no firing over the heads of the mob, in this case.
Here goes lumber from the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar--first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou.
Next Spanish hides, with the tails still preserving their twist and the angle of elevation they had when the oxen that wore them were careering over the pampas of the Spanish Main--a type of all obstinacy, and evincing how almost hopeless and incurable are all constitutional vices.
Here is a hogshead of molasses or of brandy directed to John Smith, Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among the Green Mountains, who imports for the farmers near his clearing, and now perchance stands over his bulkhead and thinks of the last arrivals on the coast, how they may affect the price for him, telling his customers this moment, as he has told them twenty times before this morning, that he expects some by the next train of prime quality.
At a sufficient distance over the woods this sound acquires a certain vibratory hum, as if the pine needles in the horizon were the strings of a harp which it swept.
At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow.
To walk in a winter morning in a wood where these birds abounded, their native woods, and hear the wild cockerels crow on the trees, clear and shrill for miles over the resounding earth, drowning the feebler notes of other birds--think of it!
The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water.
Vice and disease, which cast such a sombre moral hue over the world, seemed to have hardly any existence for him.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
And now to-night my flute has waked the echoes over that very water.
The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.
It was a singular experience that long acquaintance which I cultivated with beans, what with planting, and hoeing, and harvesting, and threshing, and picking over and selling them--the last was the hardest of all--I might add eating, for I did taste.
The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass--the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.
At length you slowly raise, pulling hand over hand, some horned pout squeaking and squirming to the upper air.
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
Ducks and geese frequent it in the spring and fall, the white-bellied swallows (Hirundo bicolor) skim over it, and the peetweets (Totanus macularius) "teeter" along its stony shores all summer.
I have sometimes disturbed a fish hawk sitting on a white pine over the water; but I doubt if it is ever profaned by the wind of a gull, like Fair Haven.
Though I passed over it as gently as possible, the slight undulations produced by my boat extended almost as far as I could see, and gave a ribbed appearance to the reflections.
When I first paddled a boat on Walden, it was completely surrounded by thick and lofty pine and oak woods, and in some of its coves grape-vines had run over the trees next the water and formed bowers under which a boat could pass.
He sawed a channel in the ice toward the shore, and hauled it over and along and out on to the ice with oxen; but, before he had gone far in his work, he was surprised to find that it was wrong end upward, with the stumps of the branches pointing down, and the small end firmly fastened in the sandy bottom.
The shower was now over, and a rainbow above the eastern woods promised a fair evening; so I took my departure.
Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
The faintest assured objection which one healthy man feels will at length prevail over the arguments and customs of mankind.
Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these.--But how to come out of this condition and actually migrate thither?
I have not heard so much as a locust over the sweet-fern these three hours.
It probably had never seen a man before; and it soon became quite familiar, and would run over my shoes and up my clothes.
I raised the glass, and he went off over the window-sill in that crippled state.
I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me.
I brought over some whiter and cleaner sand for this purpose from the opposite shore of the pond in a boat, a sort of conveyance which would have tempted me to go much farther if necessary.
The pond had in the meanwhile skimmed over in the shadiest and shallowest coves, some days or even weeks before the general freezing.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
One old frequenter of these woods remembers, that as he passed her house one noon he heard her muttering to herself over her gurgling pot--"Ye are all bones, bones!"
We thought it was far south over the woods--we who had run to fires before--barn, shop, or dwelling-house, or all together.
It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.
If he had lived I should have made him fight his battles over again.
When I crossed Flint's Pond, after it was covered with snow, though I had often paddled about and skated over it, it was so unexpectedly wide and so strange that I could think of nothing but Baffin's Bay.
One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
They passed over the pond toward Fair Haven, seemingly deterred from settling by my light, their commodore honking all the while with a regular beat.
I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond, my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch wide.
Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose.
Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox; and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the Baker Farm.
Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
They, of course, are Walden all over and all through; are themselves small Waldens in the animal kingdom, Waldenses.
As I sounded through the ice I could determine the shape of the bottom with greater accuracy than is possible in surveying harbors which do not freeze over, and I was surprised at its general regularity.
In proportion as the mouth of the cove was wider compared with its length, the water over the bar was deeper compared with that in the basin.
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
When two legs of my level were on the shore and the third on the ice, and the sights were directed over the latter, a rise or fall of the ice of an almost infinitesimal amount made a difference of several feet on a tree across the pond.
When such holes freeze, and a rain succeeds, and finally a new freezing forms a fresh smooth ice over all, it is beautifully mottled internally by dark figures, shaped somewhat like a spider's web, what you may call ice rosettes, produced by the channels worn by the water flowing from all sides to a centre.
Deep ruts and "cradle-holes" were worn in the ice, as on terra firma, by the passage of the sleds over the same track, and the horses invariably ate their oats out of cakes of ice hollowed out like buckets.
This heap, made in the winter of '46-7 and estimated to contain ten thousand tons, was finally covered with hay and boards; and though it was unroofed the following July, and a part of it carried off, the rest remaining exposed to the sun, it stood over that summer and the next winter, and was not quite melted till September, 1848.
What Champollion will decipher this hieroglyphic for us, that we may turn over a new leaf at last?
The faint silvery warblings were heard over the partially bare and moist fields from the bluebird, the song sparrow, and the red-wing, as if the last flakes of winter tinkled as they fell!
The marsh hawk, sailing low over the meadow, is already seeking the first slimy life that awakes.
But the wind slides eastward over its opaque surface in vain, till it reaches the living surface beyond.
As it grew darker, I was startled by the honking of geese flying low over the woods, like weary travellers getting in late from Southern lakes, and indulging at last in unrestrained complaint and mutual consolation.
But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander, and when they had got into rank circled about over my head, twenty-nine of them, and then steered straight to Canada, with a regular honk from the leader at intervals, trusting to break their fast in muddier pools.
Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not?
The government of the world I live in was not framed, like that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine.
It can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
Pierre looked solemnly at his audience over his spectacles and continued.
Pierre looked over his spectacles with naive surprise, now at him and now at her, moved as if about to rise too, but changed his mind.
The lad jumped awkwardly back into the room, tripping over his spurs.
"Princess Drubetskaya to see Prince Vasili Sergeevich," he called to a footman dressed in knee breeches, shoes, and a swallow-tail coat, who ran downstairs and looked over from the halfway landing.
Pierre, in order to make Boris' better acquaintance, promised to come to dinner, and warmly pressing his hand looked affectionately over his spectacles into Boris' eyes.
Sonya trembled all over and blushed to her ears and behind them and down to her neck and shoulders while Nicholas was speaking.
What are you making such a noise about over there?
Assuming quite the pose of a society woman (heaven knows when and where she had learned it) she talked with her partner, fanning herself and smiling over the fan.
When the Military Governor had gone, Prince Vasili sat down all alone on a chair in the ballroom, crossing one leg high over the other, leaning his elbow on his knee and covering his face with his hand.
"Ah, madam, it is a great sacrament," replied the priest, passing his hand over the thin grizzled strands of hair combed back across his bald head.
Yes, and he is over sixty.
If not, then as soon as all is over," and Prince Vasili sighed to intimate what he meant by the words all is over, "and the count's papers are opened, the will and letter will be delivered to the Emperor, and the petition will certainly be granted.
As the wheels rolled softly over the straw beneath the windows, Anna Mikhaylovna, having turned with words of comfort to her companion, realized that he was asleep in his corner and woke him up.
Halfway up the stairs they were almost knocked over by some men who, carrying pails, came running downstairs, their boots clattering.
"But really, hadn't I better go away?" he asked, looking kindly at her over his spectacles.
Pierre could not make out what it was all about, and still less what "watching over his interests" meant, but he decided that all these things had to be.
Anna Mikhaylovna stepped forward and, stooping over the dying man, beckoned to Lorrain from behind her back.
While the count was being turned over, one of his arms fell back helplessly and he made a fruitless effort to pull it forward.
Pierre looked at her over his spectacles.
The princess bent over the exercise book on the table.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
She took a sheet of paper and her hand moved rapidly over it.
Princess Mary will take her there and show her over, and they'll talk nineteen to the dozen.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
Prince Andrew looked sternly at her and an expression of anger suddenly came over his face.
On all sides soldiers were running to and fro, throwing up their knapsacks with a jerk of their shoulders and pulling the straps over their heads, unstrapping their overcoats and drawing the sleeves on with upraised arms.
(The regimental commander's face now that the inspection was happily over beamed with irrepressible delight.)
And believe me on my honour that to me personally it would be a pleasure to hand over the supreme command of the army into the hands of a better informed and more skillful general--of whom Austria has so many--and to lay down all this heavy responsibility.
He gathered up the papers and with a bow to both, stepped softly over the carpet and went out into the waiting room.
Then wrinkles ran over his face like a wave and his forehead became smooth again, he bowed his head respectfully, closed his eyes, silently let Mack enter his room before him, and closed the door himself behind him.
On October 11, the day when all was astir at headquarters over the news of Mack's defeat, the camp life of the officers of this squadron was proceeding as usual.
Another hussar also rushed toward the horse, but Bondarenko had already thrown the reins of the snaffle bridle over the horse's head.
On seeing Rostov, Denisov screwed up his face and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the room where Telyanin was sitting, he frowned and gave a shudder of disgust.
Lavrushka turned all the bedding over, looked under the bed and under the table, searched everywhere, and stood still in the middle of the room.
In the second room of the inn the lieutenant was sitting over a dish of sausages and a bottle of wine.
And now, when one wants to smooth the thing over, some conceit prevents your apologizing, and you wish to make the whole affair public.
Kutuzov fell back toward Vienna, destroying behind him the bridges over the rivers Inn (at Braunau) and Traun (near Linz).
"No, but what I should like," added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be to slip in over there."
"Hadn't I better ride over, your excellency?" asked Nesvitski.
But the soldiers, crowded together shoulder to shoulder, their bayonets interlocking, moved over the bridge in a dense mass.
Looking down over the rails Prince Nesvitski saw the rapid, noisy little waves of the Enns, which rippling and eddying round the piles of the bridge chased each other along.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
"The squadwon can't pass," shouted Vaska Denisov, showing his white teeth fiercely and spurring his black thoroughbred Arab, which twitched its ears as the bayonets touched it, and snorted, spurting white foam from his bit, tramping the planks of the bridge with his hoofs, and apparently ready to jump over the railings had his rider let him.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
At the foot of the hill lay wasteland over which a few groups of our Cossack scouts were moving.
On the high ground where the enemy was, the smoke of a cannon rose, and a ball flew whistling over the heads of the hussar squadron.
Evidently they were firing at the hussars, but the balls with rapid rhythmic whistle flew over the heads of the horsemen and fell somewhere beyond them.
In each of the long German carts six or more pale, dirty, bandaged men were being jolted over the stony road.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke's as good as another, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte's, that will be another story and we'll fire off some cannon!
"But still this does not mean that the campaign is over," said Prince Andrew.
But after it was over, the adjutant he had seen the previous day ceremoniously informed Bolkonski that the Emperor desired to give him an audience.
He lets them enter the tÃªte-de-pont. * They spin him a thousand gasconades, saying that the war is over, that the Emperor Francis is arranging a meeting with Bonaparte, that they desire to see Prince Auersperg, and so on.
You are faced by one of two things," and the skin over his left temple puckered, "either you will not reach your regiment before peace is concluded, or you will share defeat and disgrace with Kutuzov's whole army."
With his left hand he drew Bagration toward him, and with his right, on which he wore a ring, he made the sign of the cross over him with a gesture evidently habitual, offering his puffy cheek, but Bagration kissed him on the neck instead.
Soldiers scattered over the whole place were dragging logs and brushwood and were building shelters with merry chatter and laughter; around the fires sat others, dressed and undressed, drying their shirts and leg bands or mending boots or overcoats and crowding round the boilers and porridge cookers.
It was true that a view over nearly the whole Russian position and the greater part of the enemy's opened out from this battery.
His eyes ran rapidly over the wide space, but he only saw that the hitherto motionless masses of the French now swayed and that there really was a battery to their left.
Zherkov and the staff officer bent over their saddles and turned their horses away.
He reined in his horse with the care of a skillful rider and, slightly bending over, disengaged his saber which had caught in his cloak.
The short, round- shouldered Captain Tushin, stumbling over the tail of the gun carriage, moved forward and, not noticing the general, looked out shading his eyes with his small hand.
All he knew was that at the commencement of the action balls and shells began flying all over his regiment and hitting men and that afterwards someone had shouted "Cavalry!" and our men had begun firing.
All eyes fastened involuntarily on this French column advancing against them and winding down over the uneven ground.
He gave the reins to a Cossack, took off and handed over his felt coat, stretched his legs, and set his cap straight.
They reached the front, several bullets sped over them, and they halted in silence.
Suddenly something like a birch broom seemed to sweep over the squadron.
The man was wearing a bluish coat of broadcloth, he had no knapsack or cap, his head was bandaged, and over his shoulder a French munition pouch was slung.
A cannon ball, flying close to him, caused him to duck and bend over his horse.
The wind had fallen and black clouds, merging with the powder smoke, hung low over the field of battle on the horizon.
As he stepped past the generals in the crowded hut, feeling embarrassed as he always was by the sight of his superiors, he did not notice the staff of the banner and stumbled over it.
"That is probably the work of Vinesse," said Pierre, mentioning a celebrated miniaturist, and he leaned over the table to take the snuffbox while trying to hear what was being said at the other table.
She already had power over him, and between them there was no longer any barrier except the barrier of his own will.
Pierre was one of those who are only strong when they feel themselves quite innocent, and since that day when he was overpowered by a feeling of desire while stooping over the snuffbox at Anna Pavlovna's, an unacknowledged sense of the guilt of that desire paralyzed his will.
He was about to stoop over her hand and kiss it, but with a rapid, almost brutal movement of her head, she intercepted his lips and met them with her own.
He was met in the avenue by coachmen and footmen, who, with loud shouts, dragged his sleighs up to one of the lodges over the road purposely laden with snow.
Prince Vasili approached first, and she kissed the bold forehead that bent over her hand and answered his question by saying that, on the contrary, she remembered him quite well.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
The conversation was general and animated, thanks to Princess Lise's voice and little downy lip that lifted over her white teeth.
"What devil brought them here?" thought he, while Tikhon was putting the nightshirt over his dried-up old body and gray-haired chest.
Go to your room, think it over, and come back in an hour and tell me in his presence: yes or no.
I know you will pray over it.
No, but she said that it was all over and that he's now an officer.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
Nicholas' letter was read over hundreds of times, and those who were considered worthy to hear it had to come to the countess, for she did not let it out of her hands.
Berg returned, and over the bottle of wine conversation between the three officers became animated.
Like wind over leaves ran an excited whisper: They're coming!
Alarmed voices were heard, and a stir of final preparation swept over all the troops.
And at that moment, though the day was still, a light gust of wind blowing over the army slightly stirred the streamers on the lances and the unfolded standards fluttered against their staffs.
Rostov too, bending over his saddle, shouted "Hurrah!" with all his might, feeling that he would like to injure himself by that shout, if only to express his rapture fully.
When the review was over, the newly arrived officers, and also Kutuzov's, collected in groups and began to talk about the awards, about the Austrians and their uniforms, about their lines, about Bonaparte, and how badly the latter would fare now, especially if the Essen corps arrived and Prussia took our side.
We'll talk it over, replied Prince Andrew.
The council of war was just over when Prince Andrew accompanied by Boris arrived at the palace to find Dolgorukov.
"But don't hurt my little horse!" said the Alsatian good-naturedly to Rostov when the animal was handed over to the hussar.
Kutuzov, with his uniform unbuttoned so that his fat neck bulged over his collar as if escaping, was sitting almost asleep in a low chair, with his podgy old hands resting symmetrically on its arms.
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
Tomorrow everything may be over for me!
All the same, I love and value nothing but triumph over them all, I value this mystic power and glory that is floating here above me in this mist!
His hussars were placed along the line in couples and he himself rode along the line trying to master the sleepiness that kept coming over him.
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
He saw over the mist that in a hollow between two hills near the village of Pratzen, the Russian columns, their bayonets glittering, were moving continuously in one direction toward the valley and disappearing one after another into the mist.
This unpleasant impression merely flitted over the young and happy face of the Emperor like a cloud of haze across a clear sky and vanished.
The foreboding of evil that had suddenly come over Rostov was more and more confirmed the farther he rode into the region behind the village of Pratzen, which was full of troops of all kinds.
It will soon be over, it can't be that, it can't be!
The French, who had ceased firing at this field strewn with dead and wounded where there was no one left to fire at, on seeing an adjutant riding over it trained a gun on him and fired several shots.
"Turn this way!" he shouted, jumping over the ice which creaked under him; "turn this way!" he shouted to those with the gun.
Bonaparte riding over the battlefield had given final orders to strengthen the batteries firing at the Augesd Dam and was looking at the killed and wounded left on the field.
We'll talk it over later on.
Here, as elsewhere, he was surrounded by an atmosphere of subservience to his wealth, and being in the habit of lording it over these people, he treated them with absent-minded contempt.
He had no lambskin cap on his head, nor had he a loaded whip over his shoulder, as when Rostov had seen him on the eve of the battle of Austerlitz, but wore a tight new uniform with Russian and foreign Orders, and the Star of St. George on his left breast.
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.
It was at first impossible to enter the drawing-room door for the crowd of members and guests jostling one another and trying to get a good look at Bagration over each other's shoulders, as if he were some rare animal.
As soon as the singing was over, another and another toast was proposed and Count Ilya Rostov became more and more moved, more glass was smashed, and the shouting grew louder.
But those who knew him intimately noticed that some great change had come over him that day.
She won't get over it!
Pierre turned over heavily on the ottoman and opened his mouth, but could not reply.
Princess Mary threw a shawl over her head and ran to meet the newcomer.
His grandfather, who was his godfather, trembling and afraid of dropping him, carried the infant round the battered tin font and handed him over to the godmother, Princess Mary.
Dolokhov was no longer listening to stories or telling them, but followed every movement of Rostov's hands and occasionally ran his eyes over the score against him.
Rostov, leaning his head on both hands, sat at the table which was scrawled over with figures, wet with spilled wine, and littered with cards.
Nonsense! cried the count, suddenly reddening with an apoplectic flush over neck and nape as old people do.
Denisov bent over her hand and she heard strange sounds she did not understand.
Without changing his careless attitude, Pierre looked at them over his spectacles unable to understand what they wanted or how they could go on living without having solved the problems that so absorbed him.
Pierre looked silently and inquiringly at him over his spectacles.
Think this over and I will come to you again.
He went over his vices in his mind, not knowing to which of them to give the pre-eminence.
Soon after Prince Andrew's return the old prince made over to him a large estate, Bogucharovo, about twenty-five miles from Bald Hills.
But he scowled at her angrily though also with suffering in his eyes, and stooped glass in hand over the infant.
Bennigsen seems to have obtained a complete victory over Buonaparte at Eylau.
Yes, we have gained a victory over Bonaparte, just when I'm not serving.
"All is over," he thought, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He bent over him and, as his sister had taught him, tried with his lips whether the child was still feverish.
He was not dead, but evidently the crisis was over and he was convalescent.
He stood over him, gazing at his head and at the little arms and legs which showed under the blanket.
She leaned over to her brother and kissed him, slightly catching the curtain of the cot.
They put questions and gave brief replies about things they knew ought to be talked over at length.
But you know it is all over, and forever.
"Really?" said Pierre, gazing over his spectacles with curiosity and seriousness (for which Princess Mary was specially grateful to him) into Ivanushka's face, who, seeing that she was being spoken about, looked round at them all with crafty eyes.
Old women's nonsense--old women's nonsense! he repeated, but still he patted Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
Every day, letters of inquiry and notices from the court arrived, and on the first of May, Denisov was ordered to hand the squadron over to the next in seniority and appear before the staff of his division to explain his violence at the commissariat office.
Come and talk over my business and I'll go away.
Boris, with one leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look.
All is over between us, but I won't leave here without having done all I can for Denisov and certainly not without getting his letter to the Emperor.
He came at a gallop, wearing a small hat, a blue uniform open over a white vest, and the St. Andrew ribbon over his shoulder.
The members of his suite, guessing at once what he wanted, moved about and whispered as they passed something from one to another, and a page--the same one Rostov had seen the previous evening at Boris'--ran forward and, bowing respectfully over the outstretched hand and not keeping it waiting a moment, laid in it an Order on a red ribbon.
No, life is not over at thirty-one!
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
"Just so, just so," repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good humored, unexpected, elderly laugh.
From the carriages emerged men wearing uniforms, stars, and ribbons, while ladies in satin and ermine cautiously descended the carriage steps which were let down for them with a clatter, and then walked hurriedly and noiselessly over the baize at the entrance.
The countess was to wear a claret-colored velvet dress, and the two girls white gauze over pink silk slips, with roses on their bodices and their hair dressed a la grecque.
She was still sitting before a looking-glass with a dressing jacket thrown over her slender shoulders.
She understood all that awaited her only when, after stepping over the red baize at the entrance, she entered the hall, took off her fur cloak, and, beside Sonya and in front of her mother, mounted the brightly illuminated stairs between the flowers.
"That is Bezukhova's brother, Anatole Kuragin," she said, indicating a handsome officer of the Horse Guards who passed by them with head erect, looking at something over the heads of the ladies.
When the cotillion was over the old count in his blue coat came up to the dancers.
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
The men remained at table over their port--English fashion.
At the card table he happened to be directly facing Natasha, and was struck by a curious change that had come over her since the ball.
I had to talk over a very important matter with him.
He has realized, it seems to me, that life is not over for him.
There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Theodosia, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains.
Nicholas Rostov experienced this blissful condition to the full when, after 1807, he continued to serve in the Pavlograd regiment, in which he already commanded the squadron he had taken over from Denisov.
The old count had always kept up an enormous hunting establishment.
The horses stepped over the field as over a thick carpet, now and then splashing into puddles as they crossed a road.
On its long back sat Daniel, hunched forward, capless, his disheveled gray hair hanging over his flushed, perspiring face.
A thousand times during that half-hour Rostov cast eager and restless glances over the edge of the wood, with the two scraggy oaks rising above the aspen undergrowth and the gully with its water-worn side and "Uncle's" cap just visible above the bush on his right.
The height of happiness was reached--and so simply, without warning, or noise, or display, that Rostov could not believe his eyes and remained in doubt for over a second.
The wolf ran forward and jumped heavily over a gully that lay in her path.
Nicholas did not hear his own cry nor feel that he was galloping, nor see the borzois, nor the ground over which he went: he saw only the wolf, who, increasing her speed, bounded on in the same direction along the hollow.
"How is it you didn't go head over heels?" asked the boldest of all, addressing Natasha directly.
They looked at one another (now that the hunt was over and they were in the house, Nicholas no longer considered it necessary to show his manly superiority over his sister), Natasha gave him a wink, and neither refrained long from bursting into a peal of ringing laughter even before they had a pretext ready to account for it.
After supper, over their cherry brandy, Rostov and "Uncle" talked of past and future hunts, of Rugay and Ilagin's dogs, while Natasha sat upright on the sofa and listened with sparkling eyes.
Anisya Fedorovna flushed, and drawing her kerchief over her face went laughing out of the room.
Nicholas too was greatly pleased by "Uncle's" playing, and "Uncle" played the piece over again.
Played "Uncle" once more, running his fingers skillfully over the strings, and then he stopped short and jerked his shoulders.
Natasha was in ecstasies over "Uncle's" singing.
Natasha liked to test her power over him.
Dimmler had finished the piece but still sat softly running his fingers over the strings, evidently uncertain whether to stop or to play something else.
Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.
Nicholas, in his old lady's dress over which he had belted his hussar overcoat, stood in the middle of the sleigh, reins in hand.
The corked eyebrows and mustaches were smeared over the perspiring, flushed, and merry faces.
She threw this over her head and shoulders and glanced at Nicholas.
"Have you told her?" asked Natasha, suddenly beaming all over with joy.
The Spaniards, through the Catholic clergy, offer praise to God for their victory over the French on the fourteenth of June, and the French, also through the Catholic clergy, offer praise because on that same fourteenth of June they defeated the Spaniards.
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
He spent every day and whole days at the Karagins', and every day on thinking the matter over told himself that he would propose tomorrow.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
God is my witness, I did not know, muttered the old man, and after looking Natasha over from head to foot he went out.
Having fallen into the line of carriages, the Rostovs' carriage drove up to the theater, its wheels squeaking over the snow.
She was the Countess Bezukhova, Pierre's wife, and the count, who knew everyone in society, leaned over and spoke to her.
As she looked and thought, the strangest fancies unexpectedly and disconnectedly passed through her mind: the idea occurred to her of jumping onto the edge of the box and singing the air the actress was singing, then she wished to touch with her fan an old gentleman sitting not far from her, then to lean over to Helene and tickle her.
In the second act there was scenery representing tombstones, there was a round hole in the canvas to represent the moon, shades were raised over the footlights, and from horns and contrabass came deep notes while many people appeared from right and left wearing black cloaks and holding things like daggers in their hands.
When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box--her whole bosom completely exposed--beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.
To get better acquainted she asked that one of the young ladies should come into her box for the rest of the performance, and Natasha moved over to it.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
Only after she had reached home was Natasha able clearly to think over what had happened to her, and suddenly remembering Prince Andrew she was horrified, and at tea to which all had sat down after the opera, she gave a loud exclamation, flushed, and ran out of the room.
On Sunday morning Marya Dmitrievna invited her visitors to Mass at her parish church--the Church of the Assumption built over the graves of victims of the plague.
"Well, friends, I have now thought the whole matter over and this is my advice," she began.
If your betrothed comes here now--there will be no avoiding a quarrel; but alone with the old man he will talk things over and then come on to you.
"Can it be that it is all over?" she thought.
Perhaps all is over between me and Bolkonski.
He wore a fine, dark-blue, silk-lined cloth coat over a sheepskin.
We came across a train of loaded sleighs and drove right over two of them.
Dolokhov, without answering, took the cloak, threw it over Matrena, and wrapped her up in it.
He went to Tver to see Joseph Alexeevich's widow, who had long since promised to hand over to him some papers of her deceased husband's.
When Pierre returned home after vainly hunting all over Moscow, his valet informed him that Prince Anatole was with the countess.
"No, I know all is over," she said hurriedly.
She trembled all over and sat down on a chair.
All is over for me, she replied with shame and self- abasement.
"All over?" he repeated.
The higher a man stands on the social ladder, the more people he is connected with and the more power he has over others, the more evident is the predestination and inevitability of his every action.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
He mounted it and rode at a gallop to one of the bridges over the Niemen, deafened continually by incessant and rapturous acclamations which he evidently endured only because it was impossible to forbid the soldiers to express their love of him by such shouting, but the shouting which accompanied him everywhere disturbed him and distracted him from the military cares that had occupied him from the time he joined the army.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.
A herd of cattle was being driven along the road from the village, and over the fields the larks rose trilling, one after another, like bubbles rising in water.
He became still more absorbed in his task when the Russian general entered, and after glancing over his spectacles at Balashev's face, which was animated by the beauty of the morning and by his talk with Murat, he did not rise or even stir, but scowled still more and sneered malevolently.
He had just finished dressing for his ride, and wore a blue uniform, opening in front over a white waistcoat so long that it covered his rotund stomach, white leather breeches tightly fitting the fat thighs of his short legs, and Hessian boots.
As there was not a single town or large village in the vicinity of the camp, the immense number of generals and courtiers accompanying the army were living in the best houses of the villages on both sides of the river, over a radius of six miles.
Whatever question arose, a swarm of these drones, without having finished their buzzing on a previous theme, flew over to the new one and by their hum drowned and obscured the voices of those who were disputing honestly.
And so he did not like Zdrzhinski's tale, nor did he like Zdrzhinski himself who, with his mustaches extending over his cheeks, bent low over the face of his hearer, as was his habit, and crowded Rostov in the narrow shanty.
Rostov threw his cloak over his shoulders, shouted to Lavrushka to follow with the things, and--now slipping in the mud, now splashing right through it--set off with Ilyin in the lessening rain and the darkness that was occasionally rent by distant lightning.
Even those playing cards behind the partition soon left their game and came over to the samovar, yielding to the general mood of courting Mary Hendrikhovna.
One Uhlan stopped, another who was on foot flung himself to the ground to avoid being knocked over, and a riderless horse fell in among the hussars.
In another moment Rostov's horse dashed its breast against the hindquarters of the officer's horse, almost knocking it over, and at the same instant Rostov, without knowing why, raised his saber and struck the Frenchman with it.
Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him.
He drank reluctantly, tried to remain alone, and kept turning something over in his mind.
When he had finished the Litany the deacon crossed the stole over his breast and said, "Let us commit ourselves and our whole lives to Christ the Lord!"
Bless his counsels, his undertakings, and his work; strengthen his kingdom by Thine almighty hand, and give him victory over his enemy, even as Thou gavest Moses the victory over Amalek, Gideon over Midian, and David over Goliath.
The dinner was nearly over, and the Emperor, munching a biscuit, rose and went out onto the balcony.
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.
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.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
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.
They marched with handkerchiefs tied over their noses and mouths.
"Well, good-by!" said Prince Andrew, bending over to Alpatych.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
One of the visitors, usually spoken of as "a man of great merit," having described how he had that day seen Kutuzov, the newly chosen chief of the Petersburg militia, presiding over the enrollment of recruits at the Treasury, cautiously ventured to suggest that Kutuzov would be the man to satisfy all requirements.
That same day Kutuzov was appointed commander-in- chief with full powers over the armies and over the whole region occupied by them.
She refused to go away and her father's fury broke over her in a terrible storm.
Several times she listened at the door, and it seemed to her that his mutterings were louder than usual and that they turned him over oftener.
He moved his hand over her hair.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
Princess Mary lowered her eyes and, tripping over her skirt, came close up to them.
Toward midnight the voices began to subside, a cock crowed, the full moon began to show from behind the lime trees, a fresh white dewy mist began to rise, and stillness reigned over the village and the house.
With mournful pleasure she now lingered over these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the picture of his death, which she felt she could not contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of night.
With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.
"The old men have met to talk over the business of the commune," replied the peasant, moving away.
He was wearing the white Horse Guard's cap and a military overcoat with a whip hanging over his shoulder by a thin strap.
* "Think it over; get into the barque, and take care not to make it a barque of Charon."
How easily some people get over everything!
"Get over what?" inquired Pierre, looking displeased.
Pierre pondered over these broadsheets.
The flogging was only just over, and the executioner was releasing from the flogging bench a stout man with red whiskers, in blue stockings and a green jacket, who was moaning piteously.
Here and there over the whole of that blue expanse, to right and left of the forest and the road, smoking campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops--ours and the enemy's.
Our right flank is over there"--he pointed sharply to the right, far away in the broken ground--"That's where the Moskva River is, and we have thrown up three redoubts there, very strong ones.
Yesterday our left flank was there at Shevardino, you see, where the oak is, but now we have withdrawn our left wing--now it is over there, do you see that village and the smoke?
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
Then they rode downhill and uphill, across a ryefield trodden and beaten down as if by hail, following a track freshly made by the artillery over the furrows of the plowed land, and reached some fleches * which were still being dug.
"Devil take it!" said the voice of a man stumbling over something.
Prince Andrew looked out of the shed and saw Pierre, who had tripped over a pole on the ground and had nearly fallen, coming his way.
"Oh!" said Pierre, looking over his spectacles in perplexity at Prince Andrew.
Another valet, with his finger over the mouth of a bottle, was sprinkling Eau de Cologne on the Emperor's pampered body with an expression which seemed to say that he alone knew where and how much Eau de Cologne should be sprinkled.
"Short and energetic!" he remarked when he had read over the proclamation which he had dictated straight off without corrections.
The sun, just bursting forth from behind a cloud that had concealed it, was shining, with rays still half broken by the clouds, over the roofs of the street opposite, on the dew- besprinkled dust of the road, on the walls of the houses, on the windows, the fence, and on Pierre's horses standing before the hut.
The smoke of the guns mingled with this mist, and over the whole expanse and through that mist the rays of the morning sun were reflected, flashing back like lightning from the water, from the dew, and from the bayonets of the troops crowded together by the riverbanks and in Borodino.
And all this moved, or seemed to move, as the smoke and mist spread out over the whole space.
From the left, over fields and bushes, those large balls of smoke were continually appearing followed by their solemn reports, while nearer still, in the hollows and woods, there burst from the muskets small cloudlets that had no time to become balls, but had their little echoes in just the same way.
Another prodded his horse with the butt end of a musket, and Pierre, bending over his saddlebow and hardly able to control his shying horse, galloped ahead of the soldiers where there was a free space.
He did not notice the sound of the bullets whistling from every side, or the projectiles that flew over him, did not see the enemy on the other side of the river, and for a long time did not notice the killed and wounded, though many fell near him.
On that very meadow he had ridden over the day before, a soldier was lying athwart the rows of scented hay, with his head thrown awkwardly back and his shako off.
The booming cannonade and the fusillade of musketry were growing more intense over the whole field, especially to the left where Bagration's fleches were, but where Pierre was the smoke of the firing made it almost impossible to distinguish anything.
"They've withdrawn the front line, it has retired," said they, pointing over the earthwork.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.
"Grapeshot!" the senior shouted, without answering the question, looking over the wall of the trench.
One cannon ball, another, and a third flew over him, falling in front, beside, and behind him.
Pierre again went up onto the knoll where he had spent over an hour, and of that family circle which had received him as a member he did not find a single one.
All their rushing and galloping at one another did little harm, the harm of disablement and death was caused by the balls and bullets that flew over the fields on which these men were floundering about.
Amid the powder smoke, slowly dispersing over the whole space through which Napoleon rode, horses and men were lying in pools of blood, singly or in heaps.
"Ride over to Prince Peter Ivanovich and find out about it exactly," he said to one of his adjutants, and then turned to the Duke of Wurttemberg who was standing behind him.
Kutuzov made a grimace and sent an order to Dokhturov to take over the command of the first army, and a request to the duke--whom he said he could not spare at such an important moment--to return to him.
The horse of an ammunition cart put its leg over a trace.
Around the tents, over more than five acres, bloodstained men in various garbs stood, sat, or lay.
The doctor bent down over the wound, felt it, and sighed deeply.
As soon as Prince Andrew opened his eyes, the doctor bent over, kissed him silently on the lips, and hurried away.
For people accustomed to think that plans of campaign and battles are made by generals--as any one of us sitting over a map in his study may imagine how he would have arranged things in this or that battle--the questions present themselves: Why did Kutuzov during the retreat not do this or that?
"Give me your hand," said he and, turning it over so as to feel the pulse, added: "You are not well, my dear fellow.
As he sat bending greedily over it, helping himself to large spoonfuls and chewing one after another, his face was lit up by the fire and the soldiers looked at him in silence.
Natasha, throwing a clean pocket handkerchief over her hair and holding an end of it in each hand, went out into the street.
"I won't!" cried Natasha, with one hand holding back the hair that hung over her perspiring face, while with the other she pressed down the carpets.
And the countess bent over her reticule to hide her agitated face.
Two officers, one with a scarf over his uniform and mounted on a lean, dark-gray horse, the other in an overcoat and on foot, stood at the corner of Ilyinka Street, talking.
One, a tall, fair- haired lad in a clean blue coat, was standing over the others.
He has betrayed his Tsar and his country, he has gone over to Bonaparte.
The caleche flew over the ground as fast as the horses could draw it, but for a long time Count Rostopchin still heard the insane despairing screams growing fainter in the distance, while his eyes saw nothing but the astonished, frightened, bloodstained face of "the traitor" in the fur-lined coat.
The shot rattled against the stone of the gate and upon the wooden beams and screens, and two wavering clouds of smoke rose over the Square.
A few instants after the echo of the reports resounding over the stone- built Kremlin had died away the French heard a strange sound above their head.
"Clear that away!" said the officer, pointing to the beams and the corpses, and the French soldiers, after dispatching the wounded, threw the corpses over the parapet.
"Clear that away!" was all that was said of them, and they were thrown over the parapet and removed later on that they might not stink.
But despite all these measures the men, who had till then constituted an army, flowed all over the wealthy, deserted city with its comforts and plentiful supplies.
As a hungry herd of cattle keeps well together when crossing a barren field, but gets out of hand and at once disperses uncontrollably as soon as it reaches rich pastures, so did the army disperse all over the wealthy city.
Pierre knew this, but instead of acting he only thought about his undertaking, going over its minutest details in his mind.
Ramballe, with genuine distress and sympathy in his face, went up to Pierre and bent over him.
While listening to these love stories his own love for Natasha unexpectedly rose to his mind, and going over the pictures of that love in his imagination he mentally compared them with Ramballe's tales.
It's more to the left, why, Little Mytishchi is over there, and this is right on the other side.
When her toilet for the night was finished she sank gently onto the sheet spread over the hay on the side nearest the door.
As if to celebrate a victory over everybody, a cricket chirped in a crack in the wall.
"You fellows have no conscience," said he to the valet who was pouring water over his hands.
With a rapid but careful movement Natasha drew nearer to him on her knees and, taking his hand carefully, bent her face over it and began kissing it, just touching it lightly with her lips.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
Having tied a girdle over his coat and pulled his cap low on his head, Pierre went down the corridor, trying to avoid making a noise or meeting the captain, and passed out into the street.
The woman's husband, a short, round- shouldered man in the undress uniform of a civilian official, with sausage-shaped whiskers and showing under his square-set cap the hair smoothly brushed forward over his temples, with expressionless face was moving the trunks, which were placed one on another, and was dragging some garments from under them.
Go over that way, they're there.
When he had changed, poured water over his head, and scented himself, Nicholas arrived at the governor's rather late, but with the phrase "better late than never" on his lips.
When the service was over the governor's wife beckoned him to her.
She spoke in a soft, tremulous voice, and in the weary eyes that looked over her spectacles Sonya read all that the countess meant to convey with these words.
On his way through the streets Pierre felt stifled by the smoke which seemed to hang over the whole city.
This officer, probably someone on the staff, was holding a paper in his hand, and called over all the Russians there, naming Pierre as "the man who does not give his name."
That shoulder rose and fell rhythmically and convulsively, but spadefuls of earth were already being thrown over the whole body.
Now you've curled up and got warm, you daughter of a bitch! said Karataev, touching the dog that lay at his feet, and again turning over he fell asleep immediately.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
"Why, there, over at Echkino," said a Cossack officer, pointing to a country house in the far distance.
He understood that for him the storm had blown over, and that Kutuzov would content himself with that hint.
Then he gave careful directions about the fortification of the Kremlin, and drew up a brilliant plan for a future campaign over the whole map of Russia.
But the bits left over? said the Frenchman again and smiled.
The Frenchman insisted on having the pieces returned that were left over and asked Pierre to translate what he said.
Again, as at the church in Khamovniki, a wave of general curiosity bore all the prisoners forward onto the road, and Pierre, thanks to his stature, saw over the heads of the others what so attracted their curiosity.
This spite increased still more when, on calling over the roll of prisoners, it was found that in the bustle of leaving Moscow one Russian soldier, who had pretended to suffer from colic, had escaped.
Having changed horses twice and galloped twenty miles in an hour and a half over a sticky, muddy road, Bolkhovitinov reached Litashevka after one o'clock at night.
Bolkhovitinov was bespattered all over with mud and had smeared his face by wiping it with his sleeve.
Then he took off his nightcap, combed his hair over his temples, and donned his cap.
The undecided question as to whether the wound inflicted at Borodino was mortal or not had hung over Kutuzov's head for a whole month.
But drawing from his aged wisdom what they could understand, he told them of the golden bridge, and they laughed at and slandered him, flinging themselves on, rending and exulting over the dying beast.
Behind them along the narrow, sodden, cutup forest road came hussars in threes and fours, and then Cossacks: some in felt cloaks, some in French greatcoats, and some with horsecloths over their heads.
Denisov, the esaul, and Petya rode silently, following the peasant in the knitted cap who, stepping lightly with outturned toes and moving noiselessly in his bast shoes over the roots and wet leaves, silently led them to the edge of the forest.
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
He had a musketoon over his shoulder and an ax stuck in his girdle.
Here now--wouldn't one of these gentlemen like to ride over to the French camp with me?
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
He handed the horses over to the soldier who was stirring the pot and squatted down on his heels by the fire beside the officer with the long neck.
The rain was over, but drops were still falling from the trees.
It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.
When they had come to the edge of the forest it was noticeably growing light over the field.
Karataev was still sitting at the side of the road under the birch tree and two Frenchmen were talking over his head.
Expecting the enemy from behind and not in front, the French separated in their flight and spread out over a distance of twenty-four hours.
It was impossible first because--as experience shows that a three-mile movement of columns on a battlefield never coincides with the plans--the probability of Chichagov, Kutuzov, and Wittgenstein effecting a junction on time at an appointed place was so remote as to be tantamount to impossibility, as in fact thought Kutuzov, who when he received the plan remarked that diversions planned over great distances do not yield the desired results.
Prince Eugene of Wurttemberg fired from a hill over the French crowds that were running past, and demanded reinforcements which did not arrive.
And in a history recently written by order of the Highest Authorities it is said that Kutuzov was a cunning court liar, frightened of the name of Napoleon, and that by his blunders at Krasnoe and the Berezina he deprived the Russian army of the glory of complete victory over the French. *
In the hut which the men had passed, the chief officers had gathered and were in animated talk over their tea about the events of the day and the maneuvers suggested for tomorrow.
Tell them to send me to hospital; I'm aching all over; anyway I shan't be able to keep up.
As they turned them over one seemed still alive and, would you believe it, he jabbered something in their lingo.
Others turned over and warmed themselves, now and again exchanging a few words.
One of the men got up and went over to the Fifth Company.
And several of the men went over to the Fifth Company.
Morel, a short sturdy Frenchman with inflamed and streaming eyes, was wearing a woman's cloak and had a shawl tied woman fashion round his head over his cap.
Just then he was only anxious to get away as quickly as possible from places where people were killing one another, to some peaceful refuge where he could recover himself, rest, and think over all the strange new facts he had learned; but on reaching Orel he immediately fell ill.
Terenty, when he had helped him undress and wished him good night, often lingered with his master's boots in his hands and clothes over his arm, to see whether he would not start a talk.
Supper was over, and Pierre who at first declined to speak about his captivity was gradually led on to do so.
When he spoke of the execution he wanted to pass over the horrible details, but Natasha insisted that he should not omit anything.
Though Princess Mary and Natasha were evidently glad to see their visitor and though all Pierre's interest was now centered in that house, by the evening they had talked over everything and the conversation passed from one trivial topic to another and repeatedly broke off.
He examined the bailiff's accounts of the village in Ryazan which belonged to his wife's nephew, wrote two business letters, and walked over to the granaries, cattle yards and stables before dinner.
During that fortnight of anxiety Natasha resorted to the baby for comfort so often, and fussed over him so much, that she overfed him and he fell ill.
The nurse with raised elbows was lifting the infant over the rail of his cot.
The storm was long since over and there was bright, joyous sunshine on Natasha's face as she gazed tenderly at her husband and child.
"And have you talked everything well over with Prince Theodore?" she asked.
The countess was now over sixty, was quite gray, and wore a cap with a frill that surrounded her face.
When her vocal organs needed exercise, which was usually toward seven o'clock when she had had an after-dinner rest in a darkened room, the pretext would be the retelling of the same stories over and over again to the same audience.
One is lured by women, another by honors, a third by ambition or money, and they go over to that camp.
Nicholas looked into the radiant eyes that were gazing at him, and continued to turn over the pages and read.
How she rules over him!
While you were talking in the study I was looking at you, Natasha began, evidently anxious to disperse the cloud that had come over them.
This caused people all over France to begin to slash at and drown one another.
But as soon as we do not admit that, it becomes essential to determine what is this power of one man over others.
Only the expression of the will of the Deity, not dependent on time, can relate to a whole series of events occurring over a period of years or centuries, and only the Deity, independent of everything, can by His sole will determine the direction of humanity's movement; but man acts in time and himself takes part in what occurs.
Amid a long series of unexecuted orders of Napoleon's one series, for the campaign of 1812, was carried out--not because those orders differed in any way from the other, unexecuted orders but because they coincided with the course of events that led the French army into Russia; just as in stencil work this or that figure comes out not because the color was laid on from this side or in that way, but because it was laid on from all sides over the figure cut in the stencil.
Vital force is only an expression for the unknown remainder over and above what we know of the essence of life.
His searching gaze ran over her face again.
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
Alex rolled over and faced her.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
His penetrating gaze prowled over her face and pounced on her eyes.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
Carmen reached over and flipped off the light.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.
She rolled over on her side away from him.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
Just then the buggy tipped slowly over upon its side, the body of the horse tipping also.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
But don't let us worry over such things, Zeb; we can't help ourselves just now, you know, and I've always been told it's foolish to borrow trouble.
The girl, greatly astonished, ran to lean over the edge of the roof, and saw the man walking rapidly through the air toward the ground.
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
They did not bother to cross the bridges over the brooks, but when they came to a stream they stepped high and walked in the air to the other side.
So she ran along over their heads until she had left them far behind and below and had come to the city and the House of the Sorcerer.
It was a pretty place, with vines growing thickly over the broad front porch.
Zeb hitched Jim to the buggy again, and the horse trotted along and drew them rapidly over the smooth water.
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
"I will," said the boy, and let himself slide over the edge.
At such times Dorothy, Zeb and the Wizard all pushed behind, and lifted the wheels over the roughest places; so they managed, by dint of hard work, to keep going.
In the center was a large emerald-green star, and all over the four quarters were sewn spangles that glittered beautifully in the sunshine.
He looked over toward Boston.
The stranger bent over him and looked at the picture he had made on the rock.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
The schoolhouse was two or three miles from home, but he did not mind the long walk through the woods and over the hills.
Suddenly, to his great joy he saw little Lucy Martin lean over her desk and whisper to the girl in front of her.
They told him about the strange lands they had visited far over the sea.
They might balk at getting on an airline flight flown by a computer and prefer having a pilot on board to take over if he "feels in his gut" that something is wrong (even if that feeling is the airport burrito he had for lunch).
What's more, the algorithms used to make that recommendation are self-learning and will improve their suggestions over time.
The apron did not dry quickly enough to suit me, so I drew nearer and threw it right over the hot ashes.
This morning I rode over twelve miles on my tandem!
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.
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.
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.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
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.
And without linking up the events of the day or drawing a conclusion from them, Pierre closed his eyes, seeing a vision of the country in summertime mingled with memories of bathing and of the liquid, vibrating globe, and he sank into water so that it closed over his head.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
Then he poured over them all the kerosene oil that was left in his oil-can, and lighting a match set fire to the pile.
The old boat creeps over the water no faster than a snail.
They allowed us to grind the spices, pick over the raisins and lick the stirring spoons.
No, so I could get over it.
Alex leaned over and kissed Destiny's cheek.
The dance ended and he released her, bending over her hand.