Are you sure you want to go through with this?
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
"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.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
Do you need to clear it through your boyfriend?
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
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.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
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.
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.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
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.
It was a stupid move to walk blindly through such wild country.
In this position they managed, with the aid of the patient cab-horse, to drag the vehicle through the narrow part of the passage.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
Instead of sitting at his ease in a parlor car, he went jolting along through mud and mire, exposed to wind and weather.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
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.
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.
My father talks of nothing but marches and countermarches, things of which I understand nothing; and the day before yesterday during my daily walk through the village I witnessed a heartrending scene....
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
"I know," he said with a sigh, running fingers through his hair.
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.
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.
"If only I had known..." she said through her tears.