"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
It was a stupid move to walk blindly through such wild country.
"I know," he said with a sigh, running fingers through his hair.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
He broke through the brush and stared down at her, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
"If only I had known..." she said through her tears.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
As if Destiny had not been through enough already, she was forced to stay inside the tent.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
Her heart attempted a painful escape through her throat.
The Emperor! a sudden cry resounded through the halls and the whole throng hurried to the entrance.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night.
When they passed through a village they all rushed to the wells and fought for the water and drank it down to the mud.
She ran up to him and, in the play of the sunlight that fell in small round spots through the shade of the lime-tree avenue, could not be sure what change there was in his face.
"I can see through you and three yards into the ground under you," he continued, gazing at the floor in front of Dron.