He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
She spoke her mind.
Pointing his fork at her plate, he spoke sternly.
"You'll have to hold on to me," he spoke gruffly over a shoulder.
I laughed when you spoke of old Neptune's wild moods.
Neither the boy nor the girl spoke again for some minutes.
Every one said I spoke very well and intelligibly.
She glanced up as she spoke, and his expression became wary.
He spoke to his horse.
Last evening I went out in the yard and spoke to the moon.
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part.
I didn't know he spoke French.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore.
He continued to stare at Adrienne while he spoke to Brandon.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.
He handed the glasses to the chief and spoke to him in their language.
Honestly, if we all spoke the same language today, would you want to change that?
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
"Maybe I was supposed to be with them," she thought, not realizing she spoke aloud.
Mary studied her reflectively and finally spoke in a hushed tone, as if she didn't actually want to know the answer to her question.
He must have sensed the cause of her sudden withdrawal, and spoke gently.
The princess as usual spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.
Finally he spoke, his voice controlled.
And as he spoke, the other lawmakers listened in silence till the darkness began to fade and the sky grew bright again.
They learned that Chilon was a very quiet man, that he never spoke about himself, and that he spent all his time in trying to make his country great and strong and happy.
As Eisenhower's presidency neared an end, he spoke of war again, but less in terms of economic costs.
No one spoke for a long time.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
He lowered his voice and spoke tersely.
"Fritz," Bordeaux finally spoke in a soft voice.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
My eyes fill with tears now as I think how my mother pressed me close to her, speechless and trembling with delight, taking in every syllable that I spoke, while little Mildred seized my free hand and kissed it and danced, and my father expressed his pride and affection in a big silence.
Sometimes I saw him at his work in the woods, felling trees, and he would greet me with a laugh of inexpressible satisfaction, and a salutation in Canadian French, though he spoke English as well.
Berg always spoke quietly, politely, and with great precision.
His gaze became wary and he spoke softly.
Alex spoke to her reflection in the mirror.
"I hope you don't find all this too primitive," Cade spoke behind her.
Then the Princess spoke in a stern voice:
The innkeeper spoke of the weather, of the roads, of the crops, of politics.
Some of my friends spoke as if I was coming to the woods on purpose to freeze myself.
She spoke through chattering teeth.
She spoke quickly, hoping that desire could be covered up by a professional front.
As he spoke he kept glancing with the flirtatiousness of a handsome youth at Sonya and the young lady visitor.
But Boris spoke distinctly, clearly, and dryly, looking straight into Pierre's eyes.
Of the behavior of the eldest princess and Prince Vasili she spoke disapprovingly, but in whispers and as a great secret.
This young man, of whom I spoke to you last summer, is so noble-minded and full of that real youthfulness which one seldom finds nowadays among our old men of twenty and, particularly, he is so frank and has so much heart.
At dinner the prince usually spoke to the taciturn Michael Ivanovich more often than to anyone else.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
Someone spoke her name in a soft and tender voice from the garden and kissed her head.
As he swung her around, he spoke into her ear.
Felipa's voice spoke beside her.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
Actions spoke louder than words.
"I'll make you a deal," he spoke evenly, "you don't hit me and I won't hit you."
"In the future," he spoke crisply, "I'd appreciate it if you consulted me before inviting guests into my home."
She met his gaze and spoke earnestly.
"Valorie," Sarah's voice spoke behind her.
"Not as far as I'm concerned," She spoke to Len without taking her eyes off Yancey.
When he spoke, his perspective surprised her.
For a moment she wanted to retract the part about being entertainment, but when he spoke she realized it might have been exactly what she needed to say.
Finally Connie spoke again.
When he spoke, his voice was controlled.
She spoke into the receiver.
When he finally spoke, his tone was terse.
"Know what, Adrienne?" he spoke softly between kisses.
"Nobody's going to throw either of you out," Rachel spoke from the door.
When he finally spoke, his voice was crisp.
Brandon leaned down and spoke to the woman behind the wheel.
Finally she spoke again.
A deep voice spoke from behind her.
Bordeaux paused beside Pete and spoke to him for a moment before he strolled over to join Cassie.
She took a bite of her sandwich and glanced up when he finally spoke, his tone brusque.
"Why, right beside you," spoke a tiny voice.
As he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm.
The schoolmaster spoke angrily.
The second man then spoke up and said, It is true that I sold him the ground, but I did not reserve anything he might find in it.
His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.
He spoke of the birds as his little brothers of the air, and he could never bear to see them harmed.
Just as he spoke, the ant lost its footing and fell to the ground.
All the people whom they saw spoke in praise of his wisdom.
Imagine if today everyone spoke one language and I said that in the future we will speak hundreds of different languages and not be able to understand each other.
In Montana, where 10 percent of residents spoke German and another 10 percent were of German descent, ministers weren't allowed to preach in German to congregants who understood no English, and one town publicly burned German textbooks, the Bozeman Daily Chronicle reported.
I spoke up and said, "Oh, no, it is my story, and I have written it for Mr. Anagnos."
I also recited "Laus Deo," and as I spoke the concluding verses, he placed in my hands a statue of a slave from whose crouching figure the fetters were falling, even as they fell from Peter's limbs when the angel led him forth out of prison.
But they spoke many gracious words to me.
They were very kind; but I could not help feeling that they spoke more from a business than a humanitarian point of view.
I only spoke a few words, as I did not know I was expected to speak until a few minutes before I was called upon.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
You know the Emperor spoke to him most graciously.
Marya Dmitrievna always spoke in Russian.
Pierre spoke little but examined the new faces, and ate a great deal.
He spoke so rapidly that he did not finish half his words, but his son was accustomed to understand him.
No one spoke and the only sounds heard were the clatter of knives and the munching of the lieutenant.
"You spoke to me of inflammable material," said he, "but you said nothing about firing it."
The officer on duty was a handsome, elegantly dressed man with a diamond ring on his forefinger.
Prince Andrew, out of breath with his rapid ride, spoke quickly.
He spoke as if those bullets could not kill him, and his half-closed eyes gave still more persuasiveness to his words.
Dolokhov breathed heavily from weariness and spoke in abrupt sentences.
Prince Bagration and Tushin looked with equal intentness at Bolkonski, who spoke with suppressed agitation.
"Oh God, what would happen to me if the Emperor spoke to me?" thought Rostov.
The men and officers returning spoke of a brilliant victory, of the occupation of the town of Wischau and the capture of a whole French squadron.
The French dragoon was a young Alsatian who spoke French with a German accent.
And he vividly recalled that moment after supper at Prince Vasili's, when he spoke those words he had found so difficult to utter: "I love you."
Dolokhov, who did not usually care for the society of ladies, began to come often to the house, and the question for whose sake he came (though no one spoke of it) was soon settled.
Prince Andrew spoke with some animation and interest only of the new homestead he was constructing and its buildings, but even here, while on the scaffolding, in the midst of a talk explaining the future arrangements of the house, he interrupted himself:
He spoke in French.
Prince Andrew expressed his ideas so clearly and distinctly that it was evident he had reflected on this subject more than once, and he spoke readily and rapidly like a man who has not talked for a long time.
Pointing to the fields, he spoke of the improvements he was making in his husbandry.
He did not ask about the regiment, nor about the general state of affairs, and when Rostov spoke of these matters did not listen.
He spoke a few words to some of the generals, and, recognizing the former commander of Rostov's division, smiled and beckoned to him.
He spoke slowly, with assurance that he would be listened to, and he looked only at the person with whom he was conversing.
Though he usually spoke easily and well, he felt a difficulty in expressing himself now while talking with Speranski.
Helene spoke of him as "mon page" and treated him like a child.
Before Sonya and her mother, if Boris happened to be mentioned, she spoke quite freely of that episode as of some childish, long-forgotten matter that was not worth mentioning.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
He had just heard particulars of that morning's sitting of the Council of State opened by the Emperor, and he spoke of it enthusiastically.
"You know that from the very day you first came to Otradnoe I have loved you," she cried, quite convinced that she spoke the truth.
When Prince Andrew spoke (he could tell a story very well), Natasha listened to him with pride; when she spoke she noticed with fear and joy that he gazed attentively and scrutinizingly at her.
From early in the morning, wearing a dressing jacket, she attended to her household affairs, and then she drove out: on holy days to church and after the service to jails and prisons on affairs of which she never spoke to anyone.
She was the Countess Bezukhova, Pierre's wife, and the count, who knew everyone in society, leaned over and spoke to her.
She could not follow the opera nor even listen to the music; she saw only the painted cardboard and the queerly dressed men and women who moved, spoke, and sang so strangely in that brilliant light.
At that party Natasha again met Anatole, and Sonya noticed that she spoke to him, trying not to be overheard, and that all through dinner she was more agitated than ever.
He spoke slowly in a loud voice and throwing out his chest slightly swayed one leg.
The members who were assembling for dinner were sitting about in groups; they greeted Pierre and spoke of the town news.
Judging by the calmly moderate and amicable tone in which the French Emperor spoke, Balashev was firmly persuaded that he wished for peace and intended to enter into negotiations.
Count Ostermann with his suite rode up behind the squadron, halted, spoke to the commander of the regiment, and rode up the hill to the guns.
Sometimes Natasha noticed embarrassment and awkwardness on his part in her presence, especially when he wanted to do something to please her, or feared that something they spoke of would awaken memories distressing to her.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
She spoke rapidly and did not notice how Pierre flushed at her words.
Many other orators spoke after the excited nobleman, and all in the same tone.
Many spoke eloquently and with originality.
Pressed by the throng against the high backs of the chairs, the orators spoke one after another and sometimes two together.
"Prince," said Berg, recognizing Prince Andrew, "I only spoke because I have to obey orders, because I always do obey exactly....
Anna Pavlovna's circle on the contrary was enraptured by this enthusiasm and spoke of it as Plutarch speaks of the deeds of the ancients.
His kind, honest eyes, with the tears rising in them when she herself had begun to cry as she spoke of her loss, did not leave her memory.
The faces all expressed animation and apprehension, but it seemed to Pierre that the cause of the excitement shown in some of these faces lay chiefly in questions of personal success; his mind, however, was occupied by the different expression he saw on other faces--an expression that spoke not of personal matters but of the universal questions of life and death.
Bennigsen spoke to a general who approached him, and began explaining the whole position of our troops.
The Imperial army, strictly speaking, was one third composed of Dutch, Belgians, men from the borders of the Rhine, Piedmontese, Swiss, Genevese, Tuscans, Romans, inhabitants of the Thirty-second Military Division, of Bremen, of Hamburg, and so on: it included scarcely a hundred and forty thousand who spoke French.
Others again spoke of the battle of Salamanca, which was described by Crosart, a newly arrived Frenchman in a Spanish uniform.
The other generals, however, understood it and, leaving aside the question of Moscow, spoke of the direction the army should take in its retreat.
The count spoke timidly, as he always did when talking of money matters.
And as he spoke he saw a young man coming round the corner of the house between two dragoons.
They called it limonade de cochon (pig's lemonade), and Morel spoke well of the limonade de cochon he had found in the kitchen.
After a short silence the countess spoke again but this time no one replied.
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.
They spoke of the war, and like everyone else unconsciously exaggerated their sorrow about it; they spoke of their last meeting--Nicholas trying to change the subject--they talked of the governor's kind wife, of Nicholas' relations, and of Princess Mary's.
Nicholas blushed and was confused when people spoke to him about the princess (as she did when he was mentioned) and even when he thought of her, but in her presence he felt quite at ease, and said not at all what he had prepared, but what, quite appropriately, occurred to him at the moment.
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.
If they noticed anything remarkable about Pierre, it was only his unabashed, meditative concentration and thoughtfulness, and the way he spoke French, which struck them as surprisingly good.
"The doctor says that he is not in danger," said the countess, but as she spoke she raised her eyes with a sigh, and her gesture conveyed a contradiction of her words.
At the Troitsa monastery they had spoken of the past, and he had told her that if he lived he would always thank God for his wound which had brought them together again, but after that they never spoke of the future.
(The captain of whom the corporal spoke often had long chats with Pierre and showed him all sorts of favors.)
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
They spoke of personal reminiscences, of amusing scenes they had witnessed during the campaign, and avoided all talk of their present situation.
They spoke little even to one another, and when they did it was of very unimportant matters.
She spoke so well today, said Princess Mary.
They spoke most of what was long past.
He tried to prove to the Emperor the impossibility of levying fresh troops, spoke of the hardships already endured by the people, of the possibility of failure and so forth.
Everyone spoke loudly of the field marshal's great weakness and failing health.
But in January Savelich came from Moscow and gave him an account of the state of things there, and spoke of the estimate an architect had made of the cost of rebuilding the town and country houses, speaking of this as of a settled matter.
He spoke of you even at the very last, she went on, turning her eyes from Pierre to her companion with a shyness that surprised him for an instant.
Pierre spoke rapidly and with animation.
As he spoke now he was considering what impression his words would make on Natasha.
She spoke, mingling most trifling details with the intimate secrets of her soul, and it seemed as if she could never finish.
When he spoke of the execution he wanted to pass over the horrible details, but Natasha insisted that he should not omit anything.
She was going to say that to speak of love was impossible, but she stopped because she had seen by the sudden change in Natasha two days before that she would not only not be hurt if Pierre spoke of his love, but that it was the very thing she wished for.
She spoke little of Pierre, but when Princess Mary mentioned him a long-extinguished light once more kindled in her eyes and her lips curved with a strange smile.
But after her visit the old countess spoke of her several times a day.
She did not understand why he spoke with such admiration and delight of the farming of the thrifty and well- to-do peasant Matthew Ermishin, who with his family had carted corn all night; or of the fact that his (Nicholas') sheaves were already stacked before anyone else had his harvest in.
Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good!
Among other things he spoke of the Bogucharovo elder.
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.
In Pierre's presence his face always shone with pleasure and he flushed and was breathless when Pierre spoke to him.
From broken remarks about Natasha and his father, from the emotion with which Pierre spoke of that dead father, and from the careful, reverent tenderness with which Natasha spoke of him, the boy, who was only just beginning to guess what love is, derived the notion that his father had loved Natasha and when dying had left her to his friend.
The old lady's condition was understood by the whole household though no one ever spoke of it, and they all made every possible effort to satisfy her needs.
He spoke of what he knew might interest the old lady and that she could understand.
Pierre smiled, Natasha began to laugh, but Nicholas knitted his brows still more and began proving to Pierre that there was no prospect of any great change and that all the danger he spoke of existed only in his imagination.
Natasha spoke to Pierre about her brother's life and doings, of how she had suffered and lacked life during his own absence, and of how she was fonder than ever of Mary, and how Mary was in every way better than herself.
That Chateaubriand, Madame de Stael, and others spoke certain words to one another only affected their mutual relations but does not account for the submission of millions.
When Jonathan spoke, the distraction was welcome.
Raising a brow, Señor Medena spoke with exaggerated patience.
When Morino rode far enough ahead so that he couldn't hear their conversation, Carmen finally spoke to Alex.
Alex stroked her hair and spoke to her softly, encouraging her to close her eyes and relax.
Surely they had other people who spoke Spanish - people familiar with the customer.
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
Connie hesitated, and then spoke excitedly.
"Now son," Sarah spoke calmly.
It must have helped, at least to some degree, because when he spoke again outside her door, his voice was controlled.
He regarded her suspiciously and then spoke hesitantly.
When she spoke, the sound came out her nose.
Finally she tossed her head and spoke flippantly.
Finally he spoke again.
When he finally lifted his head and spoke to Adrienne, his voice was devoid of any emotion.
He spoke so well that everybody was pleased.
There was a period when intellectuals believed and spoke openly of the idea that the "breeding" of the "unfit" should be limited.
They rarely spoke of their future life.
He spoke without himself knowing whom to or what about.