Was it greedy to want one of their own as well?
This time her hands felt their way up his smooth muscular chest - up to his shoulders and then up the back of his neck.
He groaned and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom.
That made all their children her aunts and uncles, and their grandchildren her cousins.
Why don't you put her on the bed in their room?
At home, presents were under the tree, waiting for their return.
Carmen carried Destiny back to their room and got her ready for bed.
The light was then so bright that it dazzled their eyes, and they covered their faces with their hands to escape being blinded.
At this they both put their heads over the side of the buggy and looked down.
"Here,--piggy, piggy, piggy!" called their master, anxiously.
The travellers now resumed their walk toward the cottage, which they presently reached.
The birds we cannot see, because they love to eat of the damas as much as we do; yet we hear their sweet songs and enjoy them.
"Each of their arms is a wooden club," answered the little man, "and I'm sure the creatures mean mischief, by the looks of their eyes.
Just now they are all going to bed, and--what do you think?--they unhook the hinges of their wings and put them in a corner until they wake up again.
He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
Two children, brother and sister, were on their way to school.
The shepherd led them gently back to the hut and gave them their usual supper of bread and milk.
He persuaded other towns near Antium to send their soldiers to help him.
The two noble women were willing to do all that they could to save their city.
They were so astonished that they fell upon their knees before the king and confessed their crime.
The people of his country had made him their king; but as soon as he had made good laws for them he gave up his crown.
Analysts declared each successive generation might be "the first to have a lower standard of living than their parents."
But let's say everyone had their device set to "broadcast my location but not my identity" constantly.
People will only contribute to the extent that their most personal information is protected.
Think about notable astronomers of centuries past, who collected their own data through years of careful observation.
And every day, their product gets better because it is being fed more data.
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
And if each of those billion people in turn shared a million of their life experiences, and you recorded them, you'd have an aggregate number of life experiences so large I had to look it up online.
I was always sent for when there was company, and when the guests took their leave, I waved my hand to them, I think with a vague remembrance of the meaning of the gesture.
I remember with delight how I went through their rose-garden, how their dogs, big Leo and little curly-haired Fritz with long ears, came to meet me, and how Nimrod, the swiftest of the horses, poked his nose into my hands for a pat and a lump of sugar.
The tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought, and the shells and pebbles and the seaweed with tiny living creatures attached to it never lost their fascination for me.
They told stories of their wonderful feats with fowl, fish and quadruped--how many wild ducks and turkeys they had shot, what "savage trout" they had caught, and how they had bagged the craftiest foxes, outwitted the most clever 'possums and overtaken the fleetest deer, until I thought that surely the lion, the tiger, the bear and the rest of the wild tribe would not be able to stand before these wily hunters.
At intervals the trees lost their icy covering, and the bulrushes and underbrush were bare; but the lake lay frozen and hard beneath the sun.
Discouragement and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next moment the thought that I should soon be at home and show my loved ones what I had accomplished, spurred me on, and I eagerly looked forward to their pleasure in my achievement.
You cannot see the waves rolling up the beach or hear their roar.
Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?
On applying to the assessors, I am surprised to learn that they cannot at once name a dozen in the town who own their farms free and clear.
With regard to the merchants, however, one of them says pertinently that a great part of their failures are not genuine pecuniary failures, but merely failures to fulfil their engagements, because it is inconvenient; that is, it is the moral character that breaks down.
But this puts an infinitely worse face on the matter, and suggests, beside, that probably not even the other three succeed in saving their souls, but are perchance bankrupt in a worse sense than they who fail honestly.
To know this I should not need to look farther than to the shanties which everywhere border our railroads, that last improvement in civilization; where I see in my daily walks human beings living in sties, and all winter with an open door, for the sake of light, without any visible, often imaginable, wood-pile, and the forms of both old and young are permanently contracted by the long habit of shrinking from cold and misery, and the development of all their limbs and faculties is checked.
Their condition only proves what squalidness may consist with civilization.
Most men appear never to have considered what a house is, and are actually though needlessly poor all their lives because they think that they must have such a one as their neighbors have.
Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she was unable to stop him.
The guests got up and took their leave, promising to return to dinner.
"All have secrets of their own," answered Natasha, getting warmer.
They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they--friends from childhood--had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over....
It was just the moment before a big dinner when the assembled guests, expecting the summons to zakuska, * avoid engaging in any long conversation but think it necessary to move about and talk, in order to show that they are not at all impatient for their food.
The footmen began moving about, chairs scraped, the band struck up in the gallery, and the guests settled down in their places.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.