She returned to her place at the table.
He nodded and returned his attention to the steep hill.
The smile returned to his lips.
Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
She returned his scowl with a little rancor.
Confidence returned with a warm rush.
The remaining vacation slipped by quickly and life returned to normal.
When she and Felipa returned to the room, the doctor was there.
Feeling returned with a vengeance and her head pounded mercilessly.
After he had returned, voices were heard outside the shed.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
Destiny probably wouldn't wake before they returned, and even if she did, Señor Medena would keep her occupied.
When she and Felipa returned to the room, the doctor was there.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
When she returned, he was absorbed in the paper.
When she returned, he was putting a CD into the player.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
When he continued to assess her, she boldly returned his appraisal.
Warmth returned to her cheeks.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
Her gaze returned to his face sharply.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Tammy hurled herself across the room into his arms and started lavishing him with kisses and hugs that he returned with equal enthusiasm.
Lisa returned her attention to the picture, her pulse quickening.
He signed the paper with a flourish and returned the pen to its elaborate bronze holder.
Yancey finally returned his attention to Lisa.
His attention returned to Lisa.
By the time he returned, she was waiting at her car.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
He stood and returned the poker to its holder.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
"I will stop you from living and forbid you to be planted," returned the Prince.
"Of course it is," returned Dorothy promptly.
Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the glass bench was soon deep in slumberland.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
"That's all right," returned the man's voice, more pleasantly than before.
"I do not want money," returned the braided man, "for I could not spend it in this deserted place if I had it.
"No," returned Dorothy, stoutly, "it won't do to go back, for then we would never get home.
"Probably the Gargoyles are still busy trying to put out the fire," returned the Wizard.
"Permit me to say," returned the dragonette, "that you are rather impolite to call us names, knowing that we cannot resent your insults.
"I'm not so sure of that," returned Dorothy.
"So will I," returned Dorothy.
"It's true enough," returned the girl, earnestly.
"Yes, indeed!" returned the little man.
"Not at all," returned Nick Chopper.
"I couldn't help it," returned the other, rather crestfallen.
"I have no need to breathe," returned the other.
"That is doubtless a matter of taste," returned the Lion.
Jellia at once departed on the errand, and she was gone so long that they had almost forgotten her mission when the green robed maiden returned with a troubled face.
When they returned to the others the Princess said:
The green maiden hastened away, but presently returned and said:
"All right," returned the kitten, creeping out.
The Wizard, when he returned to his own room, was exceedingly thoughtful.
"Very true," returned the Woggle-Bug, bowing.
When he returned the Princess looked down the narrow neck of the big ornament and discovered her lost piglet, just as Eureka had said she would.
"Greeting her uncle and aunt in Kansas, by this time," returned Ozma, with a smile.
In October, 1898, we returned to Boston.
He explained each time what I did not understand in the previous lesson, assigned new work, and took home with him the Greek exercises which I had written during the week on my typewriter, corrected them fully, and returned them to me.
When she returned almost the first thing we did was to begin the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy."
Helen and Miss Sullivan returned to the Perkins Institution early in November.
In February Helen and Miss Sullivan returned to Tuscumbia.
She returned in a few minutes and helped me put away my things.
But her appetite, which left her a few weeks ago, has returned, and her sleep seems more quiet and natural.
Teacher and I have just returned from our walk.
As soon as my strength returned, I began to take an interest in what the people around me were doing.
At last sleep surprised me, and when Miss Sullivan returned she found me wrapped in a blanket by the hearth.
The owner of the axe, as he released his hold on it, said that it was the apple of his eye; but I returned it sharper than I received it.
However, I was released the next day, obtained my mended shoe, and returned to the woods in season to get my dinner of huckleberries on Fair Haven Hill.
Sometimes, after staying in a village parlor till the family had all retired, I have returned to the woods, and, partly with a view to the next day's dinner, spent the hours of midnight fishing from a boat by moonlight, serenaded by owls and foxes, and hearing, from time to time, the creaking note of some unknown bird close at hand.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
We finally retreated without doing any mischief--returned to sleep and "Gondibert."
Sometimes, notwithstanding the snow, when I returned from my walk at evening I crossed the deep tracks of a woodchopper leading from my door, and found his pile of whittlings on the hearth, and my house filled with the odor of his pipe.
My neighbors did not thus salute me, but first looked at me, and then at one another, as if I had returned from a long journey.
She returned to the group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave.
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
The countess wished to have a tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte talk with the friend of her childhood, Princess Anna Mikhaylovna, whom she had not seen properly since she returned from Petersburg.
When Anna Mikhaylovna returned from Count Bezukhov's the money, all in clean notes, was lying ready under a handkerchief on the countess' little table, and Anna Mikhaylovna noticed that something was agitating her.
Again the footmen rushed about, chairs scraped, and in the same order in which they had entered but with redder faces, the guests returned to the drawing room and to the count's study.
On leaving the bed both Prince Vasili and the princess passed out by a back door, but returned to their places one after the other before the service was concluded.
Anna Mikhaylovna left him, and when she returned he was fast asleep with his head on his arm.
After her talk with Pierre, Anna Mikhaylovna returned to the Rostovs' and went to bed.
Rostov shrugged his shoulders as much as to say: "Nor do I, but what's one to do?" and, having given his order, he returned to Telyanin.
Five minutes later he returned and bowing with particular courtesy ushered Prince Andrew before him along a corridor to the cabinet where the Minister of War was at work.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
Our fugitives returned, the battalions re-formed, and the French who had nearly cut our left flank in half were for the moment repulsed.
Tushin had not returned, the doctor had not come.
When Prince Vasili returned to the drawing room, the princess, his wife, was talking in low tones to the elderly lady about Pierre.
Anatole returned smiling to the ladies.
Berg returned, and over the bottle of wine conversation between the three officers became animated.
"Well?" returned the old man.
Early in the year 1806 Nicholas Rostov returned home on leave.
He involuntarily remembered how Dolokhov, who had fully recovered his former position after the campaign, had returned to Petersburg and come to him.
In the autumn the Rostovs returned to Moscow.
Half an hour later, the Rhetor returned to inform the seeker of the seven virtues, corresponding to the seven steps of Solomon's temple, which every Freemason should cultivate in himself.
And really, the feeling of devotion returned to him even more strongly than before.
The meeting was at an end, and on reaching home Pierre felt as if he had returned from a long journey on which he had spent dozens of years, had become completely changed, and had quite left behind his former habits and way of life.
And when after Pierre's departure Helene returned to Petersburg, she was received by all her acquaintances not only cordially, but even with a shade of deference due to her misfortune.
I said so even at the time when everybody was in raptures about him, when he had just returned from abroad, and when, if you remember, he posed as a sort of Marat at one of my soirees.
When Boris and Anna Pavlovna returned to the others Prince Hippolyte had the ear of the company.
The coachman who had driven the old prince to town returned bringing papers and letters for Prince Andrew.
"Devil take them!" he muttered, and after listening to the verbal instructions his father had sent and taking the correspondence and his father's letter, he returned to the nursery.
It vanished as soon as he returned to the customary conditions of his life, but he knew that this feeling which he did not know how to develop existed within him.
Having returned to the regiment and told the commander the state of Denisov's affairs, Rostov rode to Tilsit with the letter to the Emperor.
He is here! thought Rostov, who had unconsciously returned to the house where Alexander lodged.
"I am not petitioning, your excellency," returned Prince Andrew quietly.
"I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious.
"I do not dispute that, but it cannot be denied that court privileges have attained the same end," returned Prince Andrew.
In the summer of 1809 Pierre returned to Petersburg.
I have just returned from my benefactor, and hasten to write down what I have experienced.
Returned home for dinner and dined alone--the countess had many visitors I do not like.
These visits of Natasha's at night before the count returned from his club were one of the greatest pleasures of both mother, and daughter.
"But do listen," returned Prince Andrew, holding him by the arm.
Three weeks after the last evening he had spent with the Rostovs, Prince Andrew returned to Petersburg.
She exhaled happiness and love from the time Nicholas returned, and the faithful, unalterable love of this girl had a gladdening effect on him.
It was the custom for Mitka to play the balalayka in the huntsmen's room when "Uncle" returned from the chase.
Dimmler began to play; Natasha went on tiptoe noiselessly to the table, took up a candle, carried it out, and returned, seating herself quietly in her former place.
"My dear fellow, with our five hundred thousand troops it should be easy to have a good style," returned Count Rostopchin.
"Yes," returned Pierre with a smile, "and this young man now manages matters so that where there is a wealthy heiress there he is too.
When the count returned, Natasha was impolitely pleased and hastened to get away: at that moment she hated the stiff, elderly princess, who could place her in such an embarrassing position and had spent half an hour with her without once mentioning Prince Andrew.
Then the violins played very shrilly and merrily and one of the women with thick bare legs and thin arms, separating from the others, went behind the wings, adjusted her bodice, returned to the middle of the stage, and began jumping and striking one foot rapidly against the other.
Helene returned with Natasha to the drawing room.
"Yes, of course," returned Anatole, evidently not listening to Dolokhov and looking straight before him with a smile that did not leave his face.
Anatole returned and looked at Dolokhov, trying to give him his attention and evidently submitting to him involuntarily.
"Go to the devil!" cried Anatole and, clutching his hair, left the room, but returned at once and dropped into an armchair in front of Dolokhov with his feet turned under him.
Anatole went out of the room and returned a few minutes later wearing a fur coat girt with a silver belt, and a sable cap jauntily set on one side and very becoming to his handsome face.
Next day Count Rostov returned from his estate near Moscow in time for lunch as he had promised.
When he returned to Moscow Pierre was handed a letter from Marya Dmitrievna asking him to come and see her on a matter of great importance relating to Andrew Bolkonski and his betrothed.
Pierre saw that the count was much upset and tried to change the subject, but the count returned to his troubles.
When Pierre returned home after vainly hunting all over Moscow, his valet informed him that Prince Anatole was with the countess.
"Yes," returned Prince Andrew hastily.
"I beg your Majesty's pardon," returned Balashev, "besides Russia there is Spain, where there are also many churches and monasteries."
But he again failed to meet Kuragin in Turkey, for soon after Prince Andrew arrived, the latter returned to Russia.
The countess, with a cheerful expression on her face, looked down at her nails and spat a little for luck as she returned to the drawing room.
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned to her with her better spirits.
This general, hating Barclay, rode to visit a friend of his own, a corps commander, and, having spent the day with him, returned to Barclay and condemned, as unsuitable from every point of view, the battleground he had not seen.
The old prince returned with quick steps, accompanied by Michael Ivanovich, bringing the letter and a plan.
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.
Just then Ferapontov returned and entered his shop.
She returned to the garden and sat down on the grass at the foot of the slope by the pond, where no one could see her.
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
After giving these and other commands he returned to his tent, and the dispositions for the battle were written down from his dictation.
But contrary to what had always happened in their former battles, instead of the news they expected of the enemy's flight, these orderly masses returned thence as disorganized and terrified mobs.
While Kutuzov was talking to Raevski and dictating the order of the day, Wolzogen returned from Barclay and said that General Barclay wished to have written confirmation of the order the field marshal had given.
If any soldiers ran to the rear they returned immediately and hastily.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.
Helene, having returned with the court from Vilna to Petersburg, found herself in a difficult position.
When she returned to Petersburg both the magnate and the prince were there, and both claimed their rights.
Count Rostopchin had only that morning returned to town from his summer villa at Sokolniki.
In the hall she met her father, who had returned with bad news.
At dinner Petya having returned home told them the news he had heard.
The old servant returned to the caleche, looked into it, shook his head disconsolately, told the driver to turn into the yard, and stopped beside Mavra Kuzminichna.
Smiling unnaturally and muttering to himself, he first sat down on the sofa in an attitude of despair, then rose, went to the door of the reception room and peeped through the crack, returned flourishing his arms, and took up a book.
Those sent to fetch the deputation had returned with the news that Moscow was empty, that everyone had left it.
The publican, taking advantage of the increased crowd, dropped behind and returned to his tavern.
Distressed, offended, and surprised by all this, Rostopchin had returned to Moscow.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
When he returned to the room Pierre was sitting in the same place as before, with his head in his hands.
The captain returned to the room, limping slightly and whistling a tune.
The count returned and lay down behind the partition.
"You are not what you say," returned Davout.
And the soldier, pushing away a little dog that was jumping up at him, returned to his place and sat down.
One man said he had seen Ermolov ride past with some other generals, others said he must have returned home.
They disappeared into the forest, and Count Orlov-Denisov, having seen Grekov off, returned, shivering from the freshness of the early dawn and excited by what he had undertaken on his own responsibility, and began looking at the enemy camp, now just visible in the deceptive light of dawn and the dying campfires.
When Grekov returned, Count Orlov-Denisov, excited both by the abandoned attempt and by vainly awaiting the infantry columns that still did not appear, as well as by the proximity of the enemy, resolved to advance.
This little dog lived in their shed, sleeping beside Karataev at night; it sometimes made excursions into the town but always returned again.
The Frenchman insisted on having the pieces returned that were left over and asked Pierre to translate what he said.
I think I could? he returned, inquiringly.
Having returned to the watchman's hut, Petya found Denisov in the passage.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
A few minutes later the footman returned with Dessalles, who brought word from the princess that she would be very glad to see Pierre if he would excuse her want of ceremony and come upstairs to her apartment.
"But I am three times as rich as before," returned Pierre.
On the same day the Chief of Police came to Pierre, inviting him to send a representative to the Faceted Palace to recover things that were to be returned to their owners that day.
When Princess Mary returned to her room after her nocturnal talk with Pierre, Natasha met her on the threshold.
Having taken precautions against the general drunkenness to be expected on the morrow because it was a great saint's day, he returned to dinner, and without having time for a private talk with his wife sat down at the long table laid for twenty persons, at which the whole household had assembled.
That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage.
"Adele tempted me: she kept on telling me to buy it," returned Pierre.
When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so--though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: High time, my dear, high time!
And for some reason he went to kill Africans, and killed them so well and was so cunning and wise that when he returned to France he ordered everybody to obey him, and they all obeyed him.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
When her attention returned to the others, she caught Señor Medena and Felipa watching them.
Everyone liked the idea, so they returned to their rooms and cleaned up.
Destiny probably wouldn't wake before they returned, and even if she did, Señor Medena would keep her occupied.
Señor Medena and Felipa returned to Texas and life returned to normal.
Giddon returned, his expression guarded.
Lisa returned the hug.
She returned his kiss.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
When Julie & Rachel returned, she told them that Brandon would be out at the ranch for a while.
She returned his hug with less enthusiasm.
By the time Bordeaux returned with the cut up snakes, she had lard sizzling in a large skillet.
If he returned her affection, would she grow tired of him?
"They do not belong here," returned the Prince.
"I could if I happened to be a real wizard," returned the master sadly.
The British soldiers soon returned to Charleston, and he was allowed to go home.
After touring the United States for more than nine months in the 1830s, Alexis de Tocqueville returned to his native France and penned the two-volume Democracy in America.
When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.
In the autumn I returned to my Southern home with a heart full of joyous memories.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
Carmen had always looked forward to evening when Alex returned from work, but she was doubly relieved for the evening hours now.
Alex was on the window seat when she returned, gazing out at the night.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
I have never met someone who returned from another country saying, Man, those guys are such jerks.
Most things had returned to normal, but the trip to Texas had given Jonathan an idea.
She returned his stare.
We always returned to the cottage with armfuls of laurel, goldenrod, ferns and gorgeous swamp-flowers such as grow only in the South.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.