The next few days ran together.
I slipped from my mother's lap and almost ran toward them.
His searching gaze ran over her face again.
She ran her hand over the smooth clean surface of the baler.
I ran it by Quinn and Martha, both of whom kicked the decision back to me.
At length, as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws, like a fly, and walked away.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
There was blood running down his pant leg but he ran on his leg so it couldn't have been too bad.
Following Señor Medena up the stairs, she ran her hand along the smooth wood, enjoying the cool silky soft feel of it.
She ran her hand down his sleek neck and hugged him.
He nibbled at her shirt and she ran her fingers across his velvety muzzle.
When a young man I ran away from home and joined a circus.
On a sudden thought I ran upstairs before any one could stop me, to put on my idea of a company dress.
In some places, within my own remembrance, the pines would scrape both sides of a chaise at once, and women and children who were compelled to go this way to Lincoln alone and on foot did it with fear, and often ran a good part of the distance.
The young girl ran off without a word.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south.
He hurried back to the pathway, and then ran to his mother.
It ran into a narrow cleft which he had not seen before, and then through a long, dark passage which was barely large enough for a man's body.
So I took him in my arms and ran home as fast as I could.
He could not finish, and ran out of the room.
A fat major skirted a bush, puffing and falling out of step; a soldier who had fallen behind, his face showing alarm at his defection, ran at a trot, panting to catch up with his company.
"We'll clear it out for you in a minute," said Timokhin, and, still undressed, ran off to clear the men out of the pond.
Pierre gazed now with dazed eyes at these sharpshooters who ran in couples out of the circle.
Princess Mary ran up the steps.
There was only one expression on her agitated face when she ran into the drawing room--that of love--boundless love for him, for her, and for all that was near to the man she loved; and of pity, suffering for others, and passionate desire to give herself entirely to helping them.
One desperate, frightened yell from the first French soldier who saw the Cossacks, and all who were in the camp, undressed and only just waking up, ran off in all directions, abandoning cannons, muskets, and horses.
That aim was attained in the first place of itself, as the French ran away, and so it was only necessary not to stop their flight.
And she ran out of the room, with difficulty refraining from tears of vexation and irritation rather than of sorrow.
Destiny ran to Carmen, her eyes large.
So you threw your clothes in a suitcase and ran away.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
When you ran off like that, I didn't know what to think.
Darting down the stairs, she ran to the stage office, arriving as the driver was preparing to climb into the seat.
She ran to the horse and lifted her skirt high enough to get a foot into the stirrup.
Cynthia ran water in the pot.
Scraping the left-overs into a bowl, she ran water to wash the dishes.
He chuckled and ran cool fingers across her hot cheek.
I had a dream last night, after we talked, and I ran my mouth off.
Zeb ran and picked up one of the Gargoyles that lay nearest to him.
Just then Dorothy, who had risen early and heard the voices of the animals, ran out to greet her old friends.
This act he repeated until all of the nine tiny piglets were visible, and they were so glad to get out of his pocket that they ran around in a very lively manner.
When next the door was opened you ran out and hid yourself--and the piglet was gone.
The little fellow ran into the street.
As Benjamin ran down the street, he wondered what he should buy.
The two boys saw him and ran to fetch his shoes.
The two boys ran for the teacher's shoes, and each claimed the honor of carrying them to him.
He let go of the fox, and it ran out.
"Good! good!" said all the other Mice; and one ran to get the bell.
"The end of the world has come!" cried some; and they ran about in the darkness.
For this reason many people were glad when he ran away from home and went to sea.
One big gobbler snatched a tomato from me one day and ran away with it.
A shiver ran through the tree, and the wind sent forth a blast that would have knocked me off had I not clung to the branch with might and main.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
Only such a one can appreciate the eagerness with which I talked to my toys, to stones, trees, birds and dumb animals, or the delight I felt when at my call Mildred ran to me or my dogs obeyed my commands.
I shall never forget the ripple of alternating joy and woe that ran through that beautiful little play, or the wonderful child who acted it.
We surprised our dear friends, however, for they did not expect us Saturday; but when the bell rung Miss Marrett guessed who was at the door, and Mrs. Hopkins jumped up from the breakfast table and ran to the door to meet us; she was indeed much astonished to see us.
She understood in a flash and ran downstairs to tell her mother, by means of emphatic signs, that there was some candy in a trunk for her.
She ran downstairs with it and could not be induced to return to my room all day.
When she had finished, she threw it on the floor and ran toward the door.
I heard Helen screaming, and ran down to see what was the matter.
On her return to the house after her visit to the cemetery, she ran to the closet where these toys were kept, and carried them to my friend, saying, "They are poor little Florence's."
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
She gave me a kiss and then ran away, because she was a shy little girl.
I got up, and dressed quickly and ran downstairs.
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.
I rode a fiery hunter--I can feel the impatient toss of his head now and the quiver that ran through him at the first roar of the cannon.
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
At length the old hound burst into view with muzzle to the ground, and snapping the air as if possessed, and ran directly to the rock; but, spying the dead fox, she suddenly ceased her hounding as if struck dumb with amazement, and walked round and round him in silence; and one by one her pups arrived, and, like their mother, were sobered into silence by the mystery.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
The man who had wished to stop the affair ran to a corner of the room and threw himself on a sofa with his face to the wall.
Escaping from her father she ran to hide her flushed face in the lace of her mother's mantilla--not paying the least attention to her severe remark--and began to laugh.
When Natasha ran out of the drawing room she only went as far as the conservatory.
"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.
She looked round and seeing that her friend was not in the room ran to look for her.
While he was getting down from the carriage steps two men, who looked like tradespeople, ran hurriedly from the entrance and hid in the shadow of the wall.
Anna Mikhaylovna, stooping, quickly caught up the object of contention and ran into the bedroom.
What about Austria? said he, rising from his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing.
The words passed along the lines and an adjutant ran to look for the missing officer.
The regimental commander ran forward on each such occasion, fearing to miss a single word of the commander-in-chief's regarding the regiment.
And from the different ranks some twenty men ran to the front.
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.
"If you need it, take the money," and he threw the purse to him and ran out of the inn.
Rostov did not think what this call for stretchers meant; he ran on, trying only to be ahead of the others; but just at the bridge, not looking at the ground, he came on some sticky, trodden mud, stumbled, and fell on his hands.
Rostov ran up to him with the others.
The hussars ran back to the men who held their horses; their voices sounded louder and calmer, the stretchers disappeared from sight.
Just behind it they came upon some dozens of soldiers, continually replaced by others, who ran from the entrenchment.
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.
He seized his pistol and, instead of firing it, flung it at the Frenchman and ran with all his might toward the bushes.
But at that moment the French who were attacking, suddenly and without any apparent reason, ran back and disappeared from the outskirts, and Russian sharpshooters showed themselves in the copse.
Little Tushin, moving feebly and awkwardly, kept telling his orderly to "refill my pipe for that one!" and then, scattering sparks from it, ran forward shading his eyes with his small hand to look at the French.
Amid the smoke, deafened by the incessant reports which always made him jump, Tushin not taking his pipe from his mouth ran from gun to gun, now aiming, now counting the charges, now giving orders about replacing dead or wounded horses and harnessing fresh ones, and shouting in his feeble voice, so high pitched and irresolute.
Then a cheerful soldier ran up, begging a little fire for the infantry.
It's not as at Annette's * receptions where you always ran away; you remember cette chere Annette!
At last Mademoiselle Bourienne gave a scream and ran away.
On receiving it, he ran on tiptoe to his study in alarm and haste, trying to escape notice, closed the door, and began to read the letter.
"No, on my true word of honor," said Natasha, crossing herself, "I won't tell anyone!" and she ran off at once to Sonya.
When she heard this Sonya blushed so that tears came into her eyes and, unable to bear the looks turned upon her, ran away into the dancing hall, whirled round it at full speed with her dress puffed out like a balloon, and, flushed and smiling, plumped down on the floor.
He could not tell them simply that everyone went at a trot and that he fell off his horse and sprained his arm and then ran as hard as he could from a Frenchman into the wood.
Like wind over leaves ran an excited whisper: They're coming!
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
Rostov did not know or remember how he ran to his place and mounted.
The soldiers, on seeing him, lit wisps of straw and ran after him, shouting, "Vive l'Empereur!"
As soon as an Austrian officer showed himself near a commanding officer's quarters, the regiment began to move: the soldiers ran from the fires, thrust their pipes into their boots, their bags into the carts, got their muskets ready, and formed rank.
"Hurrah!" shouted Prince Andrew, and, scarcely able to hold up the heavy standard, he ran forward with full confidence that the whole battalion would follow him.
And really he only ran a few steps alone.
One soldier moved and then another and soon the whole battalion ran forward shouting "Hurrah!" and overtook him.
A sergeant of the battalion ran up and took the flag that was swaying from its weight in Prince Andrew's hands, but he was immediately killed.
Prince Andrew again seized the standard and, dragging it by the staff, ran on with the battalion.
"How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky!
Count! shouted Berg who ran up from the other side as eager as Boris.
Dolokhov who was in the midst of the crowd forced his way to the edge of the dam, throwing two soldiers off their feet, and ran onto the slippery ice that covered the millpool.
He sprang out before the sleigh stopped, and ran into the hall.
Rostov, who had completely forgotten Denisov, not wishing anyone to forestall him, threw off his fur coat and ran on tiptoe through the large dark ballroom.
All the others let him go, and he ran to her.
Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room, where they began talking.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
Rostov ran toward him and said something.
Princess Mary ran out of the room to fetch Mary Bogdanovna.
Princess Mary threw a shawl over her head and ran to meet the newcomer.
Prince Andrew ran to the door; the scream ceased and he heard the wail of an infant.
And Natasha kissed her brother and ran away.
Knowing that Denisov had a reputation even in Poland for the masterly way in which he danced the mazurka, Nicholas ran up to Natasha:
When it came to Natasha's turn to choose a partner, she rose and, tripping rapidly across in her little shoes trimmed with bows, ran timidly to the corner where Denisov sat.
He ran up to them.
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.
A bullet through my brain is the only thing left me--not singing! his thoughts ran on.
I will tell him myself, and you'll listen at the door, and Natasha ran across the drawing room to the dancing hall, where Denisov was sitting on the same chair by the clavichord with his face in his hands.
He quickly entered the small reception room with its still-unplastered wooden walls redolent of pine, and would have gone farther, but Anton ran ahead on tiptoe and knocked at a door.
Two women ran out after them, and all four, looking round at the carriage, ran in dismay up the steps of the back porch.
Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
The gentlemen of the Emperor's suite ran down the stairs and went to their horses.
Beside himself with enthusiasm, Rostov ran after him with the crowd.
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.
Ahead of the rest and nearer to him ran a dark- haired, remarkably slim, pretty girl in a yellow chintz dress, with a white handkerchief on her head from under which loose locks of hair escaped.
The girl was shouting something but, seeing that he was a stranger, ran back laughing without looking at him.
When she heard of his arrival she almost ran into the drawing room, flushed and beaming with a more than cordial smile.
Seeing that her mother was still praying she ran on tiptoe to the bed and, rapidly slipping one little foot against the other, pushed off her slippers and jumped onto the bed the countess had feared might become her grave.
Natasha jumped up, snatched up her slippers, and ran barefoot to her own room.
Almost every time a new carriage drove up a whisper ran through the crowd and caps were doffed.
When her hair was done, Natasha, in her short petticoat from under which her dancing shoes showed, and in her mother's dressing jacket, ran up to Sonya, scrutinized her, and then ran to her mother.
Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.
When her partner left her Natasha ran across the room to choose two ladies for the figure.
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
Hardly had he got rid of his hat before he ran into Prince Andrew's room with a preoccupied air and at once began talking.
Pale and agitated, Natasha ran into the drawing room.
At the last post station before Otradnoe he gave the driver a three-ruble tip, and on arriving he ran breathlessly, like a boy, up the steps of his home.
Mitenka flew headlong down the six steps and ran away into the shrubbery.
Petya ran in at the same time.
The wolf ran forward and jumped heavily over a gully that lay in her path.
She ran without hurry, evidently feeling sure that no one saw her.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
Natasha threw off the shawl from her shoulders, ran forward to face "Uncle," and setting her arms akimbo also made a motion with her shoulders and struck an attitude.
And tapping with her heels, she ran quickly upstairs to see Vogel and his wife who lived on the upper story.
Petya ran up and offered her his back.
It was lucky the maids ran in just then...
She ran rapidly toward him.
They ran to the barn and then back again, re-entering, he by the front and she by the back porch.
Then he jumped down and, his boots scrunching the snow, ran back to his sleigh.
Princess Mary flushed and ran out of the room.
He ran away from her and she came galloping after him.
Then a maidservant ran into the hall and hurriedly said something, mentioning the princess.
He was in the Caucasus and ran away from there.
But suddenly a storm came on, chromatic scales and diminished sevenths were heard in the orchestra, everyone ran off, again dragging one of their number away, and the curtain dropped.
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.
Sonya burst into sobs and ran from the room.
And Natasha ran out of the room.
The whistle was answered, and a maidservant ran out.
Anatole followed the maid into the courtyard, turned the corner, and ran up into the porch.
Pierre too when she had gone almost ran into the anteroom, restraining tears of tenderness and joy that choked him, and without finding the sleeves of his fur cloak threw it on and got into his sleigh.
When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap.
Before Shinshin had time to utter the joke he was ready to make on the count's patriotism, Natasha jumped up from her place and ran to her father.
A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks.
The firing was still proceeding when officers, generals, and gentlemen-in-waiting came running out of the cathedral, and after them others in a more leisurely manner: caps were again raised, and those who had run to look at the cannon ran back again.
The crowd ran after the Emperor, followed him to the palace, and began to disperse.
But the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
A small watchdog ran round barking in front of the harnessed horses.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
Several of them ran into Ferapontov's yard before Alpatych's eyes.
Some of the soldiers were frightened and ran away, others went on filling their bags.
We're done for!... and Ferapontov ran into the yard.
Princess Mary ran out to the porch, down the flower-bordered path, and into the avenue.
She ran up to him and, in the play of the sunlight that fell in small round spots through the shade of the lime-tree avenue, could not be sure what change there was in his face.
She ran out sobbing into the garden and as far as the pond, along the avenues of young lime trees Prince Andrew had planted.
They set off in caravans, bought their freedom one by one or ran away, and drove or walked toward the "warm rivers."
"Dunyasha!" she screamed wildly, and tearing herself out of this silence she ran to the servants' quarters to meet her old nurse and the maidservants who came running toward her.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
Lavrushka, however, ran up to Karp and seized him by the arms from behind.
Barclay was riding almost beside him, and a crowd of officers ran after and around them shouting, "Hurrah!"
"There will be less panic and less gossip," ran the broadsheet "but I will stake my life on it that scoundrel will not enter Moscow."
The driver in his bast shoes ran panting up to it, placed a stone under one of its tireless hind wheels, and began arranging the breech-band on his little horse.
"Oh, those damned fellows!" muttered the officer who followed him, holding his nose as he ran past the men at work.
Soldiers and militiamen ran bareheaded past Pierre toward the procession.
Behind, before, and on both sides, crowds of militiamen with bared heads walked, ran, and bowed to the ground.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
Pierre dressed hastily and ran out to the porch.
It seemed as if those smoke clouds sometimes ran and sometimes stood still while woods, fields, and glittering bayonets ran past them.
The young officer, his hand to his shako, ran up to his superior.
Some militiamen who were entering the battery ran back.
The sergeant ran up to the officer and in a frightened whisper informed him (as a butler at dinner informs his master that there is no more of some wine asked for) that there were no more charges.
Pierre ran after him, avoiding the spot where the young officer was sitting.
Pierre ran down the slope.
Beside himself with terror Pierre jumped up and ran back to the battery, as to the only refuge from the horrors that surrounded him.
Pierre ran down the slope once more.
There for several hours amid incessant cannon and musketry fire, now Russians were seen alone, now Frenchmen alone, now infantry, and now cavalry: they appeared, fired, fell, collided, not knowing what to do with one another, screamed, and ran back again.
If any soldiers ran to the rear they returned immediately and hastily.
A chill ran down his back.
Several officers ran up to him.
Occasionally dressers ran out to fetch water, or to point out those who were to be brought in next.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
The servants ran noisily about the house and yard, shouting and disputing.
From the anteroom Berg ran with smooth though impatient steps into the drawing room, where he embraced the count, kissed the hands of Natasha and Sonya, and hastened to inquire after "Mamma's" health.
Natasha left the room with her father and, as if finding it difficult to reach some decision, first followed him and then ran downstairs.
The count nodded affirmatively, and Natasha, at the rapid pace at which she used to run when playing at tag, ran through the ballroom to the anteroom and downstairs into the yard.
Sonya jumped out of the coach and ran to the countess.
What's the matter? asked Natasha, as with animated face she ran into the room.
The officer pounced on the soldiers who were in the shops, but at that moment fearful screams reached them from the huge crowd on the Moskva bridge and the officer ran out into the square.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza bridge to overtake his regiment.
A murmur of approbation and satisfaction ran through the crowd.
A similar moan of surprise and horror ran through the crowd.
One God is above us both!--Vereshchagin's words suddenly recurred to him, and a disagreeable shiver ran down his back.
Coming abreast of the caleche he ran beside it.
A few infantrymen ran to the Kutafyev Gate.
A general who was standing by the guns shouted some words of command to the officer, and the latter ran back again with his men.
Two men in peasant coats ran away at the foot of the wall, toward the Znamenka.
He paused and then suddenly seeing the pistol on the table seized it with unexpected rapidity and ran out into the corridor.
"I only ran out to get some water," said Mishka.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.
We ran out just as we were....
She ran across the street, turned down a side street to the left, and, passing three houses, turned into a yard on the right.
He ran round to the other side of the lodge and was about to dash into that part of it which was still standing, when just above his head he heard several voices shouting and then a cracking sound and the ring of something heavy falling close beside him.
And a minute or two later the Frenchman, a black-eyed fellow with a spot on his cheek, in shirt sleeves, really did jump out of a window on the ground floor, and clapping Pierre on the shoulder ran with him into the garden.
We must be human, we are all mortal you know! and the Frenchman with the spot on his cheek ran back to his comrades.
But he made an effort not to throw the child down and ran with her to the large house.
It was now, however, impossible to get back the way he had come; the maid, Aniska, was no longer there, and Pierre with a feeling of pity and disgust pressed the wet, painfully sobbing child to himself as tenderly as he could and ran with her through the garden seeking another way out.
Glowing with the heat and from running, he felt at that moment more strongly than ever the sense of youth, animation, and determination that had come on him when he ran to save the child.
The soldier fell, got up, and ran away.
Pierre ran up to the post.
The twenty-four sharpshooters with discharged muskets, standing in the center of the circle, ran back to their places as the companies passed by.
She ran to meet her, embraced her, and began to cry on her shoulder.
The rustle of the battle of Tarutino frightened the beast, and it rushed forward onto the hunter's gun, reached him, turned back, and finally--like any wild beast--ran back along the most disadvantageous and dangerous path, where the old scent was familiar.
It again!... said Pierre to himself, and an involuntary shudder ran down his spine.
A carriage that followed the escort ran into one of the carts and knocked a hole in it with its pole.
Several soldiers ran toward the cart from different sides: some beat the carriage horses on their heads, turning them aside, others fought among themselves, and Pierre saw that one German was badly wounded on the head by a sword.
That morning, Cossacks of Denisov's party had seized and carried off into the forest two wagons loaded with cavalry saddles, which had stuck in the mud not far from Mikulino where the forest ran close to the road.
Denisov in a felt cloak and a sheepskin cap from which the rain ran down was riding a thin thoroughbred horse with sunken sides.
Would you like some?... and Petya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins.
And having kissed Denisov he ran out of the hut.
Cold shivers ran down his spine and his whole body pulsed rhythmically.
At Dorogobuzh while the soldiers of the convoy, after locking the prisoners in a stable, had gone off to pillage their own stores, several of the soldier prisoners tunneled under the wall and ran away, but were recaptured by the French and shot.
The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
The saturated road no longer absorbed the water, which ran along the ruts in streams.
At first while they were still moving along the Kaluga road, Napoleon's armies made their presence known, but later when they reached the Smolensk road they ran holding the clapper of their bell tight--and often thinking they were escaping ran right into the Russians.
And here as in a game of blindman's buff the French ran into our vanguard.
She ran to her father, but he feebly waved his arm, pointing to her mother's door.
She went in with rapid steps, pausing at the door for an instant as if struggling with herself, and then ran to her mother.
Unconsciously she immediately invented a reason for going down, and then, testing her strength, ran upstairs again, observing the result.
And do you know, Daddy, the day before yesterday we ran at them and, my word, they didn't let us get near before they just threw down their muskets and went on their knees.
She got up quickly just as Nicholas entered, almost ran to the door which was hidden by curtains, struck her head against it, and rushed from the room with a moan either of pain or sorrow.
Five minutes later little black-eyed three-year-old Natasha, her father's pet, having learned from her brother that Papa was asleep and Mamma was in the sitting room, ran to her father unobserved by her mother.
Natasha ran with light footsteps to the anteroom.
"He's come!" she exclaimed as she ran past, and Denisov felt that he too was delighted that Pierre, whom he did not much care for, had returned.
For a long time he was silent, as if astonished, then he jumped out of bed, ran to me in his shirt, and sobbed so that I could not calm him for a long time.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
Then she ran straight into the fence - like she didn't see it.
Her calculating gaze ran over Carmen from head to toe and she smiled.
Warmth ran up her neck and she bit her lower lip.
He ran a hand through his hair.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
She ran the bath water for Destiny and helped her into the tub with her toy before rejoining Alex.
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.
Without a word, Tammy ran to her.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
He shook his head and ran his fingers along the rich top of the piano.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair until it stood on end.
Then when Mary arrived, you ran off.
When Howie ran dry, we began discussing reasonable explanations for what he was seeing.
Fortunately, the boy ran off but the police, who were following Bryce based on our earlier tip, photographed his attempted abduction.
She ran off to her room, with Betsy following her.
The next minute it ran safely into its home, carrying its precious load.
I ran to pick it up and was surprised to find that it was a bag full of bright gold pieces.
And one ran quickly and told the good abbess, or mistress of the abbey, what strange thing had happened.
I ran and pulled him out.
This charcoal man, whom I know very well, ran past me with a child in his arms.
You still can buy it from the government's bookstore; a recent one ran about two thousand pages and cost about $200.
(she looked significantly at her husband) "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her back.
An old, noncommissioned officer ran out of the ranks and taking him by the elbow dragged him to his company.
Two French soldiers ran past Pierre, one of whom carried a lowered and smoking gun.
A long hallway ran across the back of the upstairs, leading to four bedrooms.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
I ran a marathon for that shirt!
The figures ran through our operation like a train past a no-stop station.
He shouted at Pete, and ran toward Cassie.
She ran her fingers along his muscular forearm.
Last night we ran a session on the little boy Betsy texted us about.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
Dorothy and Zeb jumped out of the buggy and ran after them, but the Sorcerer remained calmly in his throne.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
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.
One day my balloon ran away with me and brought me across the deserts to this beautiful country.
So Dorothy ran to her room and found the kitten under the bed.
So, when he was eighteen years old, he ran away from his pleasant home and went to sea.
In 58 BC, Clodius Pulcher ran on a "free grain for the poor" platform as he tried to become tribune.
Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.
She sighed and ran fingers through her tangled hair.
She ran her fingers along the smooth marble mantle.
Occasionally they ran across small herds of cattle and she began to realize how large his ranch actually was.
We ran down his vehicle.
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.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
The piglet is gone, and you ran out of the room when Jellia opened the door.
He ran home as fast as he could, blowing the whistle as he ran.
A little serf boy, seeing Prince Andrew, ran into the house.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
She pushed him aside and ran to her father's door.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
The guy ran across the side yard and into a wooded area.
She darted around him and ran for the door, but he caught her half way.