His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
Or social scientists who spent vast amounts of time poring over millions of pages of census records.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
Over time, people will see they will be contributing to the construction of a knowledge base which really is the complete recording of every action of every member of humanity.
She rolled over and rose up on an elbow.
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.
Wolf! they cried, as they met another farmer coming over the hill.
Over time, Amazon has achieved such scale and thus has collected so much data that their suggestions are really useful.
I told them about a week ago, and I went over it again with them today.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
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.
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.
His gaze wandered over her face.
Sometimes they had to climb over heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy.
The sailors agreed; for they were anxious to hear the musician whose songs were famous all over the world.
Four things will then happen that will make the suggestion engine get vastly better over time:
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).
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.
Suddenly a change passed over the tree.
Samuel Laing says that "the Laplander in his skin dress, and in a skin bag which he puts over his head and shoulders, will sleep night after night on the snow... in a degree of cold which would extinguish the life of one exposed to it in any woollen clothing."
"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.
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
She slid over, cuddling close to him, her head on his pillow.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
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.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
At that moment Count Rostopchin with his protruding chin and alert eyes, wearing the uniform of a general with sash over his shoulder, entered the room, stepping briskly to the front of the crowd of gentry.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
The instructions to Alpatych took over two hours and still the prince did not let him go.
He was not meditating, but only deferring the moment of making the effort to lift those legs up and turn over on the bed.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
While the horses were being harnessed Alpatych and Ferapontov over their tea talked of the price of corn, the crops, and the good weather for harvesting.
With lively curiosity everyone tried to get a glimpse of the projectiles as they flew over their heads.
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.