What does your uncle do on the planet?
A'Ran's uncle remained at Kiera's pace.
She had always loved Sirian as an uncle, a man who helped raise her.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
What would his Aunt and Uncle say?
This seems too simple, and I cannot yet dismiss the caution my great-uncle - -and his son, my cousin - -took when discussing the creature.
His uncle had written her a letter saying:
"But, my dear princess," answered Anna Mikhaylovna blandly but impressively, blocking the way to the bedroom and preventing the other from passing, "won't this be too much for poor Uncle at a moment when he needs repose?
"Good morning, Uncle!" said Nicholas, when the old man drew near.
But don't go overriding the hounds," said "Uncle" sternly.
Aunt Clara and Uncle George couldn't find enough good things to say about you.
One man still preserves the horns of the last deer that was killed in this vicinity, and another has told me the particulars of the hunt in which his uncle was engaged.
All I know is that he gets defensive when I mention Uncle Fabrice.
"You mustn't think we'll be in anyone's way, Uncle," she said.
"Uncle," Rostov, and Ilagin kept stealthily glancing at one another's dogs, trying not to be observed by their companions and searching uneasily for rivals to their own borzois.
Uncle Fabrice lives in Columbia.
Why did you kill your uncle in the first place?
His uncle looked deflated and even more haggard.
Yes, uncle, she's safe.
Your father was like an uncle to me.
Remember, son, your uncle, our king, wants us to return with a token of the barbarians' agreement.
Aunt Helen came back to Ouray that weekend and of course Uncle Blackie was missing.
They all thought it was because we missed Uncle Blackie so much.
"That ought to please your Boston ladies, seeing a picture of their great-aunt and uncle," Cynthia remarked as she examined the picture.
"Uncle Morrie" of the next letter is Mr. Morrison Heady, of Normandy, Kentucky, who lost his sight and hearing when he was a boy.
He came back from a trip down there one time and was upset because he said Uncle Fabrice treated him like a dunce in front of customers.
She and Uncle Blackie were always fighting.
You're as stubborn as my uncle Henry and his Studebaker!
We defeated the last of our enemies - -tonight is a feast in my honor, only none save my uncle and I know it was the beast who saved us all!
Uncle Pat Clancy asked around Pop's favorite bars, but no one knew for sure—or really cared much.
Why didn't you and your brother come forward after your uncle was killed?
"You and your brother had already left to go back to Kansas when your uncle was supposed to have gone fishing," Dean added.
The bullet had caught him full in the chest, driving him backward into the scooped out grotto where his uncle had lain for more than half a century.
That wouldn't make what Uncle Rowland did any less terrible!
"Uncle," Talal managed, and gave a formal bow.
A'Ran didn't have to guess which her his uncle spoke of.
"And the mines give us nothing we can use to barter for more food and water," his uncle added.
He glanced at his uncle, bemused.
"Talal has not had dolls in sun-cycles, Uncle," A'Ran replied.
A'Ran lifted his chin to his uncle, who bowed in response to the dismissal and left.
A few minutes later in Uncle Sally's Galley on Butler Street, Fred was hiding behind his menu, embarrassed to be out in public before shaving.
It says my uncle killed my mate and daughter, not the bandits.
My son nears the age where my uncle says the demon must claim him as a host.
My uncle tells me this is why I must wait until my dear son is six or seven summers.
My great-uncle said I must only use the demon's power for others or risk the demon's curse.
He ushered her away from a startled Uncle Guthrie to greet some newly arrived guests.
The marriage of this youth to James IV.'s widow on the 6th of August 1514 did much to identify the Douglases with the English party in Scotland, as against the French party led by Albany, and incidentally to determine the political career of his uncle Gavin.
He was the uncle and guardian of Conradin of Hohenstaufen, whom he assisted to make his journey to Italy in 1267, and accompanied as far as Verona.
He lived for some time with Sir Daniel Norton, one of his trustees, at Southwick, and upon his death in 1635 with Mr Tooker, an uncle by marriage, at Salisbury.
His parents dying during his infancy, he was brought up by his uncle, Sir Isaac Tillard.
He was surrounded by intriguers who were playing a game of their own, and for some time he appeared almost disposed to be as reactionary as his great-uncle Abbas I.
Uncle Henry says 'Eureka' means 'I have found it.'
"How is Uncle Henry?" she enquired, after a pause during which the horse continued to trot with long, regular strides.
"Is Mr. Hugson your uncle?" she asked.
"Yes. Uncle Bill Hugson married your Uncle Henry's wife's sister; so we must be second cousins," said the boy, in an amused tone.
Why, it's a great deal for Uncle Hugson, but not for me.
"Yes; with Uncle Henry," she answered.
Tomorrow Uncle Henry and I must start back for Kansas.
"Greeting her uncle and aunt in Kansas, by this time," returned Ozma, with a smile.
Just ahead of them were the gates of Hugson's Ranch, and Uncle Hugson now came out and stood with uplifted arms and wide open mouth, staring in amazement.
"Why, in the world, Uncle," answered Zeb, with a laugh.
Uncle Frank is here.
Pony's name was Mollie and I had a nice ride on her back; I was not afraid, I hope my uncle will get me a dear little pony and a little cart very soon.
My dear uncle Morrie,--I think you will be very glad to receive a letter from your dear little friend Helen.
Father and Uncle Frank are down town.
Helen had a letter this morning from her uncle, Doctor Keller.
I wanted her to write to her Uncle Frank this morning, but she objected.
I will write Uncle Frank braille letter.
I said, "But Uncle Frank cannot read braille."
I explained that Uncle Frank was old, and couldn't learn braille easily.
In a flash she answered, "I think Uncle Frank is much (too) old to read very small letters."
I wrote letter to Uncle James.
Uncle Morrie sent me pretty stories.
And I should so like to thank Uncle once for all his kindness to me and Boris.
"Uncle" asked his visitors to sit down and make themselves at home, and then went out of the room.
After a while "Uncle" came in, in a Cossack coat, blue trousers, and small top boots.
"Uncle" too was in high spirits and far from being offended by the brother's and sister's laughter (it could never enter his head that they might be laughing at his way of life) he himself joined in the merriment.
After supper, over their cherry brandy, Rostov and "Uncle" talked of past and future hunts, of Rugay and Ilagin's dogs, while Natasha sat upright on the sofa and listened with sparkling eyes.
After a casual pause, such as often occurs when receiving friends for the first time in one's own house, "Uncle," answering a thought that was in his visitors' minds, said:
Throughout the whole province "Uncle" had the reputation of being the most honorable and disinterested of cranks.
It was the custom for Mitka to play the balalayka in the huntsmen's room when "Uncle" returned from the chase.
"Uncle" was fond of such music.
"Uncle" sat listening, slightly smiling, with his head on one side.
"He doesn't play that part right!" said "Uncle" suddenly, with an energetic gesture.
"Uncle" did not answer, but smiled.
Without looking at anyone, "Uncle" blew the dust off it and, tapping the case with his bony fingers, tuned the guitar and settled himself in his armchair.
"Uncle" continued to play correctly, carefully, with energetic firmness, looking with a changed and inspired expression at the spot where Anisya Fedorovna had just stood.
Go on, Uncle, go on! shouted Natasha as soon as he had finished.
Nicholas too was greatly pleased by "Uncle's" playing, and "Uncle" played the piece over again.
Played "Uncle" once more, running his fingers skillfully over the strings, and then he stopped short and jerked his shoulders.
"Go on, Uncle dear," Natasha wailed in an imploring tone as if her life depended on it.
Natasha threw off the shawl from her shoulders, ran forward to face "Uncle," and setting her arms akimbo also made a motion with her shoulders and struck an attitude.
But the spirit and the movements were those inimitable and unteachable Russian ones that "Uncle" had expected of her.
"Well, little countess; that's it--come on!" cried "Uncle," with a joyous laugh, having finished the dance.
"Don't dare to think about it," she said to herself, and sat down again smilingly beside "Uncle," begging him to play something more.
"Uncle" played another song and a valse; then after a pause he cleared his throat and sang his favorite hunting song:
She asked "Uncle" for his guitar and at once found the chords of the song.
"Uncle" wrapped Natasha up warmly and took leave of her with quite a new tenderness.
"What a darling Uncle is!" said Natasha, when they had come out onto the highroad.
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
What a good fellow Uncle is!
She cried as she said good-by to Uncle, Sonya remembered.
And Uncle is away....
The previous autumn, the hunting, "Uncle," and the Christmas holidays spent with Nicholas at Otradnoe were what she recalled oftenest and most painfully.
He is my uncle, your Sewene Highness.
"Isn't it fine, eh, Uncle Ignat?" said the boy, suddenly beginning to strike the keyboard with both hands.
"This way, uncle," cried the girl.
Young Nicholas, now a slim lad of fifteen, delicate and intelligent, with curly light-brown hair and beautiful eyes, was delighted because Uncle Pierre as he called him was the object of his rapturous and passionate affection.
He did not want to be an hussar or a Knight of St. George like his uncle Nicholas; he wanted to be learned, wise, and kind like Pierre.
The men went into the study and little Nicholas Bolkonski followed them unnoticed by his uncle and sat down at the writing table in a shady corner by the window.
Uncle Pierre, you... no...
"Uncle, forgive me, I did that... unintentionally," he said, pointing to the broken sealing wax and pens.
He had dreamed that he and Uncle Pierre, wearing helmets such as were depicted in his Plutarch, were leading a huge army.
And Uncle Nicholas stood before them in a stern and threatening attitude.
He approved of me and of Uncle Pierre.
I guess I can't deny that, but in all these years, why hasn't Uncle Fabrice's name come up in a conversation at least once?
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
It would be nice to see Uncle Sam's grasping dogs coaxed to bay at the wrong tree as well.
My uncle Blackie did it forever.
Even then, I'm not sure I could have found Uncle Blackie.
"She fears me, Uncle," he said with difficulty.
I inherited property there from some uncle I never even met.
While not strictly a meat-and-potatoes guy, he felt more comfortable with a meal he could recognize, like the weekday special at Uncle Sally's Galley, not something tiny and exotic, wrapped in dainty strands of imported grass.
After a quick supper of pastrami and fruit at Uncle Sally's Galley, Dean pedaled 27 hard miles, working up a good sweat and a painful case of shin splints.
Randy didn't seem to mind, but Dean felt more like a kindly old uncle than someone who, the prior evening, had undressed this woman and put her to bed.
Uncle Alex has them penned up by the house right now.
My uncle - -his most trusted advisor - -is now mine, a man I trust but do not like.
In 1690 he was created a boyar and shared with Lev Naruishkin, Peter's uncle, the conduct of home affairs.
His wife was an heiress; and on the death of his childless uncle, Hartmann VI.
He and Uncle Hugson have been having a fine visit.
I work for Uncle Bill on his ranch, and he pays me six dollars a month and my board.
There's Uncle Shinshin's brother has married his first cousin.
You know, Uncle promised me only the day before yesterday not to forget Boris.
In that world, the handsome drunkard Number One of the second gun's crew was "uncle"; Tushin looked at him more often than at anyone else and took delight in his every movement.
The hounds were joined into one pack, and "Uncle" and Nicholas rode on side by side.
"Uncle" looked round disapprovingly at Petya and Natasha.
"A good thing too, little countess," said "Uncle," "only mind you don't fall off your horse," he added, "because--that's it, come on!--you've nothing to hold on to."
Rostov, having finally settled with "Uncle" where they should set on the hounds, and having shown Natasha where she was to stand--a spot where nothing could possibly run out--went round above the ravine.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
"And suppose they outdo my Milka at once!" he thought as he rode with "Uncle" and Ilagin toward the hare.
Only the delighted "Uncle" dismounted, and cut off a pad, shaking the hare for the blood to drip off, and anxiously glancing round with restless eyes while his arms and legs twitched.
"Uncle" himself twisted up the hare, threw it neatly and smartly across his horse's back as if by that gesture he meant to rebuke everybody, and, with an air of not wishing to speak to anyone, mounted his bay and rode off.
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.
"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.
"Uncle" lifted Natasha off her horse and taking her hand led her up the rickety wooden steps of the porch.
But Uncle Nicholas came nearer and nearer to them.
Uncle Kris is right. You are more brawn than brains, Pops.
"But Uncle Henry and Aunt Em need me to help them," she added, "so I can't ever be very long away from the farm in Kansas."
"You may enter, uncle," Talal said, and stopped in front of the war quarters.
I think it would be best if you would go stay with your uncle – at least for a while.