Alex was busy talking to a lady with a low-cut bodice.
Yes, I heard you talking on it.
I was talking with Morino until almost midnight.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
She would never have considered back-talking her parents.
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
Talking with Fritz was better than nothing, but this young man had an unusual way of thinking.
You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
Somehow talking to him was easy.
In the background she heard Alex ask him who he was talking to.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Jonathan was so excited that he couldn't stop talking about her.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
She pushed him back, speaking as firmly as she could without talking loud enough for the children to hear.
More like Dulce has been talking to me.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
Oh, and we were whispering so you knew we were talking, but you didn't know what we were saying.
What are you talking about?
Are we done talking now?
In the background she heard Alex ask him who he was talking to.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
She escorted him to wash his hands, talking all the while.
He was talking now.
Why would you think I was talking about Dulce?
Why lie when she made it so easy for him to avoid talking about it at all?
She woke several times briefly; once to see Len and an older officer with white hair talking in the hallway outside her cubicle in the emergency room.
Sarah abruptly stopped talking and smiled meekly.
Giddon paid no attention to the three at the pool, patting Diablo's nose and talking softly to him as if no one was around.
The delayed conversation indicated he was talking on the telephone.
It was as if she were talking about someone she didn't know.
Three men talking to each other on a sidewalk certainly wasn't enough to tell the police – except Len.
I don't know what you're talking about.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a perplexed tone.
She heard him talking to his mother and she heard his conversation with the man in the black car.
I heard you talking to Sarah tonight.
But I heard you talking to that man in the black suit when I was in the building.
Then I remembered her talking to me about the paintings on his walls.
Her voice trailed off as realized he was talking to Bordeaux.
Mrs. Hertz was always talking about a nephew.
He paused, obviously realizing she was talking about her own feelings.
I'm talking about the safety of these people.
It was fun cooking for him - delightful talking to him.
I didn't hire him and I have no idea what deal you are talking about.
Your Aunt was always talking about you, but she never mentioned a sister.
We're not talking over a thousand dollars, are we?
While the shah and the king were talking, two countrymen came in.
The messengers found him in his house talking to his friends and teaching them wisdom.
There everybody was talking about King Cleobulus and his wonderful wisdom.
Telephones, when they first appeared, were called "talking telegraphs."
Again, we aren't talking about anyone knowing anything about you personally.
Finally, when I use the word "wisdom," I am talking about applying a value system to knowledge to suggest a course of action.
In this regard, they are little different than talking dogs in cartoons.
I might enjoy that kind of banter with a real person I will never meet, talking to me from a distant state.
I hesitate to start talking about nanotechnology for fear I will not be able to stop—the entire field is amazing to me!
But I am not talking about a state of affairs where overnight someone with a "machine job" gets unlimited wealth.
To consider the great opportunity we can find in these inefficiencies, let's begin by talking about Norman Borlaug.
I want to spend some time talking about civilization, but first I want to recount the progress that we have made through civilization.
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.
I could not be despondent while I anticipated the delight of talking to my mother and reading her responses from her lips.
I had made my homeward journey, talking constantly to Miss Sullivan, not for the sake of talking, but determined to improve to the last minute.
When they went to Holland they did not know anyone; and they could not know what the people were talking about because they did not know Dutch.
Miss Keller puts her fingers lightly over the hand of one who is talking to her and gets the words as rapidly as they can be spelled.
How perfectly absurd to say that Helen is 'already talking fluently!'
I SHALL USE COMPLETE SENTENCES IN TALKING TO HER, and fill out the meaning with gestures and her descriptive signs when necessity requires it; but I shall not try to keep her mind fixed on any one thing.
After talking about the various things that carpenters make, she asked me, "Did carpenter make me?" and before I could answer, she spelled quickly, "No, no, photographer made me in Sheffield."
He had never heard of "talking-gloves"; but I explained that she had seen a glove on which the alphabet was printed, and evidently thought they could be bought.
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.
What's the use of talking about me?
Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
The other guests seeing that Shinshin was talking came up to listen.
Nicholas sat at some distance from Sonya, beside Julie Karagina, to whom he was again talking with the same involuntary smile.
She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady.
The princess smiled as people do who think they know more about the subject under discussion than those they are talking with.
There was now no one in the reception room except Prince Vasili and the eldest princess, who were sitting under the portrait of Catherine the Great and talking eagerly.
The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.
No talking in the ranks!...
Kutuzov and the Austrian general were talking in low voices and Kutuzov smiled slightly as treading heavily he stepped down from the carriage just as if those two thousand men breathlessly gazing at him and the regimental commander did not exist.
"Thank you very much, Prince," answered one of the officers, pleased to be talking to a staff officer of such importance.
Some of them were talking (he heard Russian words), others were eating bread; the more severely wounded looked silently, with the languid interest of sick children, at the envoy hurrying past them.
He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead began talking to him about politics.
He has a passion for giving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can't do it, as you will see.
Passing by Kutuzov's carriage and the exhausted saddle horses of his suite, with their Cossacks who were talking loudly together, Prince Andrew entered the passage.
They were naturally talking about the campaign.
The soldiers were ascending the hill breathing heavily, and despite the general's presence were talking loudly and gesticulating.
Despite his desperate shouts that used to seem so terrible to the soldiers, despite his furious purple countenance distorted out of all likeness to his former self, and the flourishing of his saber, the soldiers all continued to run, talking, firing into the air, and disobeying orders.
The firing died down and soldiers, talking eagerly, streamed out of a side street.
When Prince Vasili returned to the drawing room, the princess, his wife, was talking in low tones to the elderly lady about Pierre.
Pierre and Helene still sat talking just as before.
When Princess Mary came down, Prince Vasili and his son were already in the drawing room, talking to the little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne.
So her future shaped itself in Mademoiselle Bourienne's head at the very time she was talking to Anatole about Paris.
This pleased Rostov and he began talking about it, and as he went on became more and more animated.
"Oh, what are you talking about?" said another.
Rostov was talking merrily to his two friends, one of whom was a dashing hussar and the other a notorious duelist and rake, and every now and then he glanced ironically at Pierre, whose preoccupied, absent-minded, and massive figure was a very noticeable one at the dinner.
Pierre did not catch what they were saying, but knew they were talking about him.
They began talking in whispers, but their talk broke off at every moment.
In the autumn of 1806 everybody had again begun talking of the war with Napoleon with even greater warmth than the year before.
Who are you talking about?
They went out and walked about till dinnertime, talking of the political news and common acquaintances like people who do not know each other intimately.
He could hear that Lavrushka--that sly, bold orderly of Denisov's--was talking, as well as the quartermaster.
Only recently, talking with one of Platov's Cossack officers, Rostov had argued that if Napoleon were taken prisoner he would be treated not as a sovereign, but as a criminal.
All the suite drew back and Rostov saw the general talking for some time to the Emperor.
"What is he talking about?" thought Prince Andrew.
"We were talking to him about you a few days ago," Kochubey continued, "and about your freed plowmen."
Though he usually spoke easily and well, he felt a difficulty in expressing himself now while talking with Speranski.
"If you will do me the honor of calling on me on Wednesday," he added, "I will, after talking with Magnitski, let you know what may interest you, and shall also have the pleasure of a more detailed chat with you."
Talking of my family affairs he said to me, the chief duty of a true Mason, as I have told you, lies in perfecting himself.
"Leave off talking nonsense," said the countess.
"What rubbish you're talking!" said the countess.
Before and behind them other visitors were entering, also talking in low tones and wearing ball dresses.
But before he reached them Pierre stopped beside a very handsome, dark man of middle height, and in a white uniform, who stood by a window talking to a tall man wearing stars and a ribbon.
There's one talking to him and he has turned away, she said, pointing at him.
Suddenly everybody stirred, began talking, and pressed forward and then back, and between the two rows, which separated, the Emperor entered to the sounds of music that had immediately struck up.
Then the crowd hastily retired from the drawing-room door, at which the Emperor reappeared talking to the hostess.
The handsome Anatole was smilingly talking to a partner on his arm and looked at Natasha as one looks at a wall.
Baron Firhoff was talking to him about the first sitting of the Council of State to be held next day.
With her he behaved with special care and tenderness, sitting beside her and talking of the simplest and most unimportant matters; he admired her shy grace.
Stolypin, stuttering, broke into the conversation and began excitedly talking of the abuses that existed under the former order of things--threatening to give a serious turn to the conversation.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.
Natasha on one side was talking with Sonya and Boris, and Vera with a subtle smile was saying something to Prince Andrew.
Pierre went up to his friend and, asking whether they were talking secrets, sat down beside them.
He was talking to the countess, and Natasha sat down beside a little chess table with Sonya, thereby inviting Prince Andrew to come too.
Once, when in a room with a lamp dimly lit before the icon Theodosia was talking of her life, the thought that Theodosia alone had found the true path of life suddenly came to Princess Mary with such force that she resolved to become a pilgrim herself.
When, much later, "Uncle" rode up to Nicholas and began talking to him, he felt flattered that, after what had happened, "Uncle" deigned to speak to him.
While they were talking a maid thrust her head in at the other door of the sitting room.
Natasha was foremost in setting a merry holiday tone, which, passing from one to another, grew stronger and reached its climax when they all came out into the frost and got into the sleighs, talking, calling to one another, laughing, and shouting.
Whether they were playing the ring and string game or the ruble game or talking as now, Nicholas did not leave Sonya's side, and gazed at her with quite new eyes.
When they had undressed, but without washing off the cork mustaches, they sat a long time talking of their happiness.
Nicholas, you are talking nonsense!
As soon as he sank into his place on the sofa after two bottles of Margaux he was surrounded, and talking, disputing, and joking began.
"I couldn't begin talking about him in the presence of that Frenchwoman," thought Natasha.
"They are talking about us, about me and him!" thought Natasha.
Natasha knew he was talking about her and this afforded her pleasure.
When the second act was over Countess Bezukhova rose, turned to the Rostovs' box--her whole bosom completely exposed--beckoned the old count with a gloved finger, and paying no attention to those who had entered her box began talking to him with an amiable smile.
She felt all the time that by talking to him she was doing something improper.
Natasha guessed they were talking about the old prince and planning something, and this disquieted and offended her.
I'm not joking, I'm talking sense.
One of Pierre's acquaintances, while they were talking about the weather, asked if he had heard of Kuragin's abduction of Rostova which was talked of in the town, and was it true?
"You're a scoundrel and a blackguard, and I don't know what deprives me from the pleasure of smashing your head with this!" said Pierre, expressing himself so artificially because he was talking French.
As the mazurka began, Boris saw that Adjutant General Balashev, one of those in closest attendance on the Emperor, went up to him and contrary to court etiquette stood near him while he was talking to a Polish lady.
The noncommissioned officer began talking with his comrades about regimental matters without looking at the Russian general.
But he had begun talking, and the more he talked the less could he control his words.
He evidently wanted to do all the talking himself, and continued to talk with the sort of eloquence and unrestrained irritability to which spoiled people are so prone.
Dessalles, the tutor he had brought from Switzerland, was wearing a coat of Russian cut and talking broken Russian to the servants, but was still the same narrowly intelligent, conscientious, and pedantic preceptor.
You've already been talking it over!
Marquis Paulucci was talking to him with particular warmth and the Emperor, with his head bent to the left, was listening with a dissatisfied air.
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
Still laughing and talking, the officers began hurriedly getting ready and again boiled some muddy water in the samovar.
The Emperor is to be here tomorrow... there's to be an Extraordinary Meeting of the nobility, and they are talking of a levy of ten men per thousand.
"That comes of your talking!" said she.
The clerk who had rescued Petya was talking to a functionary about the priests who were officiating that day with the bishop.
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.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
In the offices and shops and at the post office everyone was talking about the army and about the enemy who was already attacking the town, everybody was asking what should be done, and all were trying to calm one another.
Several people came round the corner talking eagerly.
As Alpatych was driving out of the gate he saw some ten soldiers in Ferapontov's open shop, talking loudly and filling their bags and knapsacks with flour and sunflower seeds.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
Princess Mary looked at her companion without understanding what she was talking about.
While talking to Tikhon he asked about me twice.
"We were just talking of you," she said with the facility in lying natural to a society woman.
In the crowd people began talking loudly, to stifle their feelings of pity as it seemed to Pierre.
Pierre stopped some thirty paces from Kutuzov, talking to Boris.
Fabvier, not entering the tent, remained at the entrance talking to some generals of his acquaintance.
Napoleon rose and having summoned Caulaincourt and Berthier began talking to them about matters unconnected with the battle.
Belliard began talking loudly and eagerly to the generals of the suite around him.
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.
Two steps from him, leaning against a branch and talking loudly and attracting general attention, stood a tall, handsome, black-haired noncommissioned officer with a bandaged head.
To speak of what would have happened had Napoleon sent his Guards is like talking of what would happen if autumn became spring.
And all these groups, while talking among themselves, tried to keep near the commander-in-chief (whose bench formed the center of the gathering) and to speak so that he might overhear them.
A sixth group was talking absolute nonsense.
The three soldiers were eating and talking among themselves, taking no notice of him.
Pierre did not understand what his benefactor was saying, but he knew (the categories of thoughts were also quite distinct in his dream) that he was talking of goodness and the possibility of being what they were.
With a slight inclination of her head, Natasha stepped back quickly to Mavra Kuzminichna, who stood talking compassionately to the officer.
The major-domo stood at the porch talking to an elderly orderly and to a pale young officer with a bandaged arm.
The count spoke timidly, as he always did when talking of money matters.
All the rest of that day Pierre spent alone in his benefactor's study, and Gerasim heard him pacing restlessly from one corner to another and talking to himself.
The factory hands and others followed behind, talking and shouting.
The tall youth, not noticing the disappearance of his foe, waved his bare arm and went on talking incessantly, attracting general attention to himself.
Following the superintendent of police and talking loudly the crowd went in the direction of the Lubyanka Street.
The talking instantly ceased, hats and caps were doffed, and all eyes were raised to the count.
While Pierre, standing in the middle of the room, was talking to himself in this way, the study door opened and on the threshold appeared the figure of Makar Alexeevich, always so timid before but now quite transformed.
"Oh, women, women!" and the captain, looking with glistening eyes at Pierre, began talking of love and of his love affairs.
What's he talking about?
And having thus demolished the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to another group where Bilibin was talking about the Austrians: having wrinkled up his face he was evidently preparing to smooth it out again and utter one of his mots.
The husband came up and sullenly asked his wife what she was talking about.
"Yes, yes," the governor's wife said as if talking to herself.
Sonya was there too, tormented by curiosity as to what Prince Andrew and Natasha were talking about.
Then they led him away somewhere, and at last he found himself in a corner of the shed among men who were laughing and talking on all sides.
The countess took Princess Mary into the drawing room, where Sonya was talking to Mademoiselle Bourienne.
While talking to Princess Mary he continually looked round as if asking everyone whether he was doing the right thing.
He is always talking about you!
But people who talk like that either do not know what they are talking about or deliberately deceive themselves.
Some of the prisoners who had heard Pierre talking to the corporal immediately asked what the Frenchman had said.
Here and now for the first time he fully appreciated the enjoyment of eating when he wanted to eat, drinking when he wanted to drink, sleeping when he wanted to sleep, of warmth when he was cold, of talking to a fellow man when he wished to talk and to hear a human voice.
"Well, you know it's burned, so what's the use of talking?" said the major.
While they were talking in undertones the crack of a shot sounded from the low ground by the pond, a puff of white smoke appeared, then another, and the sound of hundreds of seemingly merry French voices shouting together came up from the slope.
After talking for some time with the esaul about next day's attack, which now, seeing how near they were to the French, he seemed to have definitely decided on, Denisov turned his horse and rode back.
Having ridden in, he dismounted and approached a big blazing campfire, around which sat several men talking noisily.
Quiet talking was heard.
Karataev was still sitting at the side of the road under the birch tree and two Frenchmen were talking over his head.
The French, excited by all that had happened, were talking loudly among themselves, but as they passed Dolokhov who gently switched his boots with his whip and watched them with cold glassy eyes that boded no good, they became silent.
For three weeks Natasha remained constantly at her mother's side, sleeping on a lounge chair in her room, making her eat and drink, and talking to her incessantly because the mere sound of her tender, caressing tones soothed her mother.
Sometimes they were silent for hours; sometimes after they were already in bed they would begin talking and go on till morning.
When they were out of the village they began talking again as loud as before, interlarding their talk with the same aimless expletives.
And Terenty would begin talking of the destruction of Moscow, and of the old count, and would stand for a long time holding the clothes and talking, or sometimes listening to Pierre's stories, and then would go out into the hall with a pleasant sense of intimacy with his master and affection for him.
The first time he had recourse to his new judge was when a French prisoner, a colonel, came to him and, after talking a great deal about his exploits, concluded by making what amounted to a demand that Pierre should give him four thousand francs to send to his wife and children.
He glanced once at the companion's face, saw her attentive and kindly gaze fixed on him, and, as often happens when one is talking, felt somehow that this companion in the black dress was a good, kind, excellent creature who would not hinder his conversing freely with Princess Mary.
With Mademoiselle Bourienne's help the princess had maintained the conversation very well, but at the very last moment, just when he rose, she was so tired of talking of what did not interest her, and her mind was so full of the question why she alone was granted so little happiness in life, that in a fit of absent-mindedness she sat still, her luminous eyes gazing fixedly before her, not noticing that he had risen.
"I have quite lost the knack of talking to ladies," he said.
While you were talking in the study I was looking at you, Natasha began, evidently anxious to disperse the cloud that had come over them.
"No, you go on, I was talking nonsense," said Natasha.
Six-month old Dandy nickered to his mother, but Casper was busy talking to Princess and Dawn.
Having a baby was something they should be excited about - talking about to others.
Gerald and Felipa were standing beside the door talking to each other.
The lady you were talking to.
Have you been talking to Dulce?
If everyone would stop talking about it...
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
When he talked of investments, she had assumed he was talking about 401K.
Katie stopped talking and frowned at Carmen?
The idea of talking to her again was unsettling enough, but to tell her something like this?
I was talking about the other end of my life.
The next morning she paused at her door when she heard Yancey talking to someone.
Hopefully he wasn't talking about her.
Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
I was talking about the sunset.
Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before.
He pronounced every word plainly, as though he were talking to his schoolmates.
The amount of writing we are talking about is staggering.
Every one here is talking about the Sargent pictures.
When she is talking with an intimate friend, however, her hand goes quickly to her friend's face to see, as she says, "the twist of the mouth."
Both were talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna Pavlovna disapproved.
The elders began talking about Bonaparte.
Just now they are talking about you and your father.
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.
That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.