No one was in sight when she reached the building, but the door was open.
But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
The band again struck up, the count and countess kissed, and the guests, leaving their seats, went up to "congratulate" the countess, and reached across the table to clink glasses with the count, with the children, and with one another.
She stumbled as she dismounted from the ATV and Giddon reached out to help her.
Inside the hedge they came upon row after row of large and handsome plants with broad leaves gracefully curving until their points nearly reached the ground.
When they reached Concord, they burned the courthouse there.
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
By this time the party had reached a freshly plowed field, and the Prince said to Dorothy:
Once the amount the fish seller requested is reached, the loan is funded and funds are transferred to her.
One day there was a great shout on the ship for the people saw the land and they were full of joy because they had reached a new country safely.
Before I had reached the pond some fresh impulse had brought out John Field, with altered mind, letting go "bogging" ere this sunset.
He was free, he had nothing but his aim to consider, and he reached it.
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
Later, as she was slipping into the new blue brushed cotton dress, she reached back to zip it up.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
She was faintly aware when they reached home and Alex carried her to their bed.
A feeling of panic grew in her as she reached for the button to summons a nurse.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
Alex reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
He reached for the door, doubt twisting his guts.
She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering who might be visiting at this time in the morning.
By the time she reached the top of the hill, the muscles in her legs were aching.
He reached the passenger side of the car and held the door open for her.
Giddon reached the door before she did and opened it for her, his smile wry.
By the time she reached the front room, Giddon had answered the door.
When they reached door he paused, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his big hand and studied it.
"As soon as Napoleon's interpreter had spoken," says Thiers, "the Cossack, seized by amazement, did not utter another word, but rode on, his eyes fixed on the conqueror whose fame had reached him across the steppes of the East.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
By the time they reached Bogucharovo, Dessalles and the little prince had already left for Moscow.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
When he had ascended the hill and reached the little village street, he saw for the first time peasant militiamen in their white shirts and with crosses on their caps, who, talking and laughing loudly, animated and perspiring, were at work on a huge knoll overgrown with grass to the right of the road.
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.
Have they reached Moscow at last? he asked seriously.
Having reached the knoll, Pierre sat down at one end of a trench surrounding the battery and gazed at what was going on around him with an unconsciously happy smile.
In this way two cavalry regiments galloped through the Semenovsk hollow and as soon as they reached the top of the incline turned round and galloped full speed back again.
Soon after the duke's departure--before he could possibly have reached Semenovsk--his adjutant came back from him and told Kutuzov that the duke asked for more troops.
The Russian army and people avoided a collision till Smolensk was reached, and again from Smolensk to Borodino.