I thought that was the best way to carry her.
Travel the way you wish to go.
In fact, that was a good way to make sure he didn't.
On the way across the open water, they saw several dolphins.
Two children, brother and sister, were on their way to school.
I don't like that way of doing things.
"Were you ever before shut up in a cave, far under the earth, with no way of getting out?" enquired the horse, seriously.
"See here," said the Dean in a stern voice, "that is not the way to deliver a message here.
It was very deep, and there was no way to climb out of it.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
The morning passed in a pleasant way and soon it was time to leave.
My earliest distinct recollection of my father is making my way through great drifts of newspapers to his side and finding him alone, holding a sheet of paper before his face.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
Plus, it's all about to speed way, way up.
Most people haven't even tried because we cannot reasonably imagine a way by which we can be rid of them.
You had no real knowledge and therefore no way to make a wise decision.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night.
Señor Medena eyed Carmen thoughtfully, but like Alex, there was no way of knowing what was on his mind.
Are you sure that's the way you want it?
A sort of inclined tunnel led upward for a way, and they found the floor of it both rough and steep.
It was no fun to be pulled over the sharp stones in that way; but it was better than to be bitten by the wolf.
I wish everyone wore rose-colored glasses the way you do.
There was no way to defend her moral objections without seeding doubt in his mind.
We were on our way back.
To her, the idea was ludicrous, and yet, it probably looked that way to Dulce.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
I knew my own mind well enough and always had my own way, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it.
We were sadly in the way, but that did not interfere with our pleasure in the least.
I did not then know why Belle acted in this way; but I knew she was not doing as I wished.
Alondra was attractive in a delicate way - her features more refined.
On the way back to the house, Alex offered to take them to the gulf for a family outing.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
Something about the way Felipa was smiling up at him suggested she was anticipating a good night kiss.
Was that the way Morino thought of it?
It was rude to act this way to hosts who had invited them into their home on such a special occasion.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
That is the way it should be, Mama says.
Aside from his solemn expression, there was nothing in the way he acted with the children that might indicate anything was wrong between them.
But I wish we could find a way to get to the ground.
Step this way, please.
Dorothy was captured in the same way, and numbers of the Gargoyles clung to Jim's legs, so weighting him down that the poor beast was helpless.
The creatures had sense enough to reason that way, and the only mistake they made was in supposing the earth people were unable to overcome such ordinary difficulties.
"Yes; it's a good way off, but I can see it," she replied.
Now, Eureka, you'll have to show me the way to those wings.
But come, my children; let us explore the mountain and discover which way we must go in order to escape from this cavern, which is getting to be almost as hot as a bake-oven.
Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?
For my part, if we manage to get out of here I'll be glad it isn't the way the dragon goes.
"And there is no way to go back," added Zeb, with a low whistle of perplexity.
And that was the way it did happen.
He knew the way to it, and a servant followed him, carrying his satchel.
Is that the way to treat my friends?
"Seems to me the same way," said Billina, scornfully, "if that beastly cat is one of them."
There was no way to get the creature out without breaking the vase, so the Tin Woodman smashed it with his axe and set the little prisoner free.
So, if you can find a way to fix it, we'll be much obliged to you.
That is the way to write a composition.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
He turned the picture this way and that, and looked at it from every side.
They went but slowly, for the sun was hot and the way was rough.
"Well, it is this way," answered the man: "I bought a piece of ground from this neighbor of mine, and paid him a fair price for it.
He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
But soon the way became too narrow for his body to pass through.
Coriolanus made his way to the city of Antium, [Footnote: Antium (_pro._ an'shi um).] which was not far from Rome.
There seemed to be no way to escape the anger of this furious man.
"The easiest way," said the captain, "is to throw him overboard.
An old Cat was in a fair way to kill all the Mice in the barn.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
As he was starting away, the friendly innkeeper said, "Which way will you travel, Mr. Randolph?"
"I only asked which way you intend to travel," said the man.
Then, I intend to travel the way I wish to go--do you understand?
He went far out of his way and lost much time, all on account of his surliness.
As Tamerlane looked, he saw that there was a hole in the tree only a little way above, and that this was the home of the ant.
I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me.
I think there ought to be some better way of moving a boat.
"Yes, there is a better way, and that is by rowing," said Christopher.
I am going to find such a way if I can.
"It was this way," said the gardener: "I looked at the gold pieces, and then thought of my own great necessities.
Such was the way in which the first true English poem was written.
I took the shortest way through the little park behind the palace.
Not dressed in that way? said the cardinal.
Towards evening he told his men to ride home by the main road while he went by another way that was somewhat longer.
I submit that the Internet is not defined in that way because it is a technology without an implicit purpose.
Think about it this way: All the technology accumulated from the dawn of time to today has given us a certain amount of processing power.
And today's primary method for treating cancer is, in a way, very tenth century: Essentially, chemotherapy is a medical way of saying, Let's fill you so full of poison either you or the cancer dies.
All scientific material from the past is making its way online.
The second way to create wealth is through the division of labor and trade.
With each trade he got something he valued more than what he traded away; and presumably all the people he traded with along the way also increased their value with each trade.
Everyone wins in trade, because goods are reallocated in a way that increases utility to all parties involved.
The Internet solves for this in a way no library ever could. 7.
The pay per click (PPC) business is a way to advertise online to people who did a specific search in a search engine like Google or who are viewing content on a certain topic.
And the third way wealth is created is through technological advance.
I don't mean that in a motivational poster kind of way but in a literal sense: Failures (and what we learn from them) will help build the energy solutions for our future.
If you could see a way it might be possible, then it must be possible.
This displacement is in no way finished; in fact, it has hardly begun.
If you take something worth a dollar, spend an hour working on it, and your employer sells it for three dollars, no way in the world can you ever make more than two dollars an hour.
The minute we do, the people doing those jobs should become operators of the new machines—and get big raises because their productivity just shot way up.
Frankly, no one wants to do them, so the only way to get people to do them is to pay them.
Because nanites are so small, they require little in the way of raw materials, just a few molecules here and there.
Imagine when a five-cent computer in your shoe warns you that the way you are walking will lead to spine problems.
So, let's say on average the pan is worth $2,000 to everyone who uses it—all the way from the people who just think it is "cool" to the people who it saves from food poisoning to the people whose lives and houses it saves.
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
Everything would be better made because the best way to make a thing could be multiplied across all occurrences of the thing.
One way that society keeps a lid on the powder keg of tension between the rich and poor is through the welfare state.
But think of it this way: Before, you made $33,000 and paid 40 percent in taxes, so you were left with $20,000 in take-home pay.
I describe these three situations because each, in its own way, illustrates how I think the future will play out regarding income and wealth.
Once technology allowed for the recording and sale of records, their income shot way up—they could use technology to magnify their ability.
Add to that how food itself is changing, our food choices change, our lifestyles change, and all along the way we are aging.
This makes a great deal of sense: If nutrition isn't governed by universal laws (as physics is) and instead affects different people differently, then the way you will know certain things is by learning through trial and error, through your own experience.
The second way people choose a nutritional theory is to develop it from their overall social and political understanding of the world.
Those who argue they should not say there is no way for poor countries to compete with mechanized Western farming and the extremely high yields it produces.
Now, what do you suppose happens when agriculture prices shoot way up?
He had no way to collaborate with scientists in other places, no Internet, and no library.
From our point of view, the job of the plant is to convert sunlight into energy and store that energy in a tasty way; then when we eat the plant, we get that energy.
First, this future farm I describe is nothing like what I go out of my way to avoid today.
Second, some people will still want their food grown the old-fashioned way, just like how I buy heritage meats and heirloom seeds.
And greener (in the environmental way, not the color way).
How would it not find its way to the poorest regions of the earth?
In the United States, de Tocqueville's voluntary associations still do the job and anyone willing to make her way to a church or food pantry and say she is hungry will not leave empty handed.
As we understand our own genome better, we will know better how to eat in a way that is custom tailored for us.
Throughout this book, I've insisted the way to know the future is by studying the past.
They were lined up as far as the eye could see on the Apian Way, the main road through Rome, as a warning to other slaves who might consider rebellion.
Ask people in what way they hope the world will become better and you will certainly get replies about reducing poverty, disease, and hunger.
I feel we have set the bar way too low and in doing so have fundamentally cheapened life, everyone's life.
This is not a way of life ...
It was a way for that generation to ask, Why is there war?
It was a rhetorical question and, to those posing it, simply a wish—just another way to say, "Why can't we all just get along?"
The way to end war is not to set up some big world government or eliminate nation-states, which will always retain the right to take unilateral military action to defend themselves.
But this politics of war have in fact worked this way repeated, across place and time.
Just as there is no single cause of war, there will be no single way that war will end.
Because military accomplishments were one way to do that, the military attracted the most ambitious young men eager to prove themselves—and "proving themselves" meant battle.
They didn't enter war to satisfy a desire to kill and maim but to be victorious in the way their society rewarded.
If you visit Rome and make your way to the Forum, nearby you will see the Arch of Titus.
Roughly a quarter of the way through our list of factors that will end war, we have reached the end of the economic ones.
The way they secure their positions is through the ruthless application of violence.
Twitter.com is unquestionably the most efficient way in the history of humanity to send a single idea, invitation, complaint, or observation to the world.
Even in autocratic regimes, truth has a way of seeping in—which means today's dwindling crop of dictators has a serious problem.
Two interesting government programs are under way in the United States, according to a June 2011 article in The New York Times.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
From the way I have written this, it is clear where my sympathies lie.
I hope that along the way you thought of a few I missed, a few trends or developments that lead toward peace.
In this way, you are processing aurally, which is much slower but more focused than silent reading.
In both those cases, a technology or technique came along that actually changed the way people think.
In the second case, the technique of reading without vocalizing allowed for faster reading and a new, visual way to process verbal information—again, a net gain.
From those adventures, though, I did learn (the hard way) to think ahead about what could possibly go wrong.
Then we will list the things that might derail us on the way to that future.
We lived a long way from any school for the blind or the deaf, and it seemed unlikely that any one would come to such an out-of-the-way place as Tuscumbia to teach a child who was both deaf and blind.
She raised my hand to her eyes in a questioning way, and I nodded energetically.
I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was.
In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk.
I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.
I felt my way to the end of the garden, knowing that the mimosa tree was near the fence, at the turn of the path.
I called him Black Beauty, as I had just read the book, and he resembled his namesake in every way, from his glossy black coat to the white star on his forehead.
We would have taken any way rather than this; but it was late and growing dark, and the trestle was a short cut home.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
"There is no way to become original, except to be born so," says Stevenson, and although I may not be original, I hope sometime to outgrow my artificial, periwigged compositions.
Dr. Bell went everywhere with us and in his own delightful way described to me the objects of greatest interest.
He, who made every one happy in a beautiful, unobtrusive way, was most kind and tender to Miss Sullivan and me.
In a different way Macaulay's "Life of Samuel Johnson" was interesting.
In this way my preparation for college went on without interruption.
But if they unintentionally placed obstacles in my way, I have the consolation of knowing that I overcame them all.
I knew that there were obstacles in the way; but I was eager to overcome them.
One could have traveled round the word many times while I trudged my weary way through the labyrinthine mazes of grammars and dictionaries, or fell into those dreadful pitfalls called examinations, set by schools and colleges for the confusion of those who seek after knowledge.
In imagination I can hear Homer singing, as with unsteady, hesitating steps he gropes his way from camp to camp--singing of life, of love, of war, of the splendid achievements of a noble race.
He has his own way of thinking, saying and doing everything.
It was in this way that she learned to use correctly words of sound and vision which express ideas outside of her experience.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to God, does it seem that way to you?
(If that is the way to spell the name.)
She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board our train.
Love always finds its way to an imprisoned soul, and leads it out into the world of freedom and intelligence!
I would like so much to show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I cannot think of anything better to do.
She reads the lips well, and if she cannot understand a phrase, her friends write it in her hand, and in this way she converses with strangers.
The Proctor also was a stranger, and did not attempt to communicate with me in any way; and, as they were both unfamiliar with my speech, they could not readily understand what I said to them.
At the same time Dr. Bell added that I could rest content and fight my way through Radcliffe in competition with seeing and hearing girls, while the great desire of my heart was being fulfilled.
I'm enjoying my work even more than I expected to, which is another way of saying that I'm glad I came.
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Cambridge, February 2, 1901. ...By the way, have you any specimens of English braille especially printed for those who have lost their sight late in life or have fingers hardened by long toil, so that their touch is less sensitive than that of other blind people?
The way in which Miss Keller wrote her story shows, as nothing else can show, the difficulties she had to overcome.
Indeed, at one time it was believed that the best way for them to communicate was through systematized gestures, the sign language invented by the Abbe de l'Epee.
In this way she is able to get the meaning of those half sentences which we complete unconsciously from the tone of the voice or the twinkle of the eye.
In the same way her response to music is in part sympathetic, although she enjoys it for its own sake.
She gropes her way without much certainty in rooms where she is quite familiar.
Miss Keller is distinctly not a singular proof of occult and mysterious theories, and any attempt to explain her in that way fails to reckon with her normality.
If she had any conception, there is no way of discovering it now; for she cannot remember, and obviously there was no record at the time.
It is now sixty-five years since Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe knew that he had made his way through Laura Bridgman's fingers to her intelligence.
Science and faith together led him to try to make his way into the soul which he believed was born in Laura Bridgman as in every other human being.
As soon as a thing was done, a definite goal passed, the teacher did not always look back and describe the way she had come.
It was Dr. Howe who, by his work with Laura Bridgman, made Miss Sullivan's work possible: but it was Miss Sullivan who discovered the way to teach language to the deaf-blind.
She accepted everything I did for her as a matter of course, and refused to be caressed, and there was no way of appealing to her affection or sympathy or childish love of approbation.
All the way back to the house she was highly excited, and learned the name of every object she touched, so that in a few hours she had adDED THIRTY NEW WORDS TO HER VOCABULARY.
She led the way to the pump-house, and there in the corner was one of the setters with five dear little pups!
She evidently understood that VERY was the name of the new thing that had come into her head; for all the way back to the house she used the word VERY correctly.
If she finds anything in her way, she flings it on the floor, no matter what it is: a glass, a pitcher, or even a lamp.
She is much interested in some little chickens that are pecking their way into the world this morning.
But so far nobody seems to have thought of chloroforming her, which is, I think, the only effective way of stopping the natural exercise of her faculties.
From the beginning, I HAVE MADE IT A PRACTICE TO ANSWER ALL HELEN'S QUESTIONS TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY IN A WAY INTELLIGIBLE TO HER, and at the same time truthfully.
I appreciate the kind things Mr. Anagnos has said about Helen and me; but his extravagant way of saying them rubs me the wrong way.
In this way, she learns countless new expressions without any apparent effort.
I could see the way Ginger looked; all her beauty gone, her beautiful arched neck drooping, all the spirit gone out of her flashing eyes, all the playfulness gone out of her manner.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
The Rt. Rev. Phillips Brooks has explained to her in a beautiful way the fatherhood of God.
I believe every child has hidden away somewhere in his being noble capacities which may be quickened and developed if we go about it in the right way; but we shall never properly develop the higher natures of our little ones while we continue to fill their minds with the so-called rudiments.
By experiment, by studying other children, Miss Sullivan came upon the practical way of teaching language by the natural method.
Books are the storehouse of language, and any child, whether deaf or not, if he has his attention attracted in any way to printed pages, must learn.
It was not a special subject, like geography or arithmetic, but her way to outward things.
She got the language from the language itself, and this is, next to hearing the language spoken, the way for any one to get a foreign tongue, more vital and, in the end, easier than our schoolroom method of beginning with the grammar.
In the same way she played with Latin, learning not only from the lessons her first Latin teacher gave her, but from going over and over the words of a text, a game she played by herself.
There is, then, a good deal that Miss Sullivan has done for Miss Keller which no other teacher can do in just the same way for any one else.
The only way is to hear it, especially in a language like English which is so full of unspellable, suppressed vowels and quasi-vowels.
It is a clumsy and unsatisfactory way of receiving communication, useless when Miss Sullivan or some one else who knows the manual alphabet is present to give Miss Keller the spoken words of others.
It must be remembered that speech contributed in no way to her fundamental education, though without the ability to speak she could hardly have gone to higher schools and to college.
In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."
Tell her there are a few bitter drops in every one's cup, and the only way is to take the bitter patiently, and the sweet thankfully.
"He will know how to make good use of the treasure," added Jack Frost; then he told the fairies not to loiter by the way, but to do his bidding quickly.
And when he came to the nut trees, and saw the shells left by the idle fairies and all the traces of their frolic, he knew exactly how they had acted, and that they had disobeyed him by playing and loitering on their way through the woods.
My idle fairies and my fiery enemy have taught me a new way of doing good.
It is original in the same way that a poet's version of an old story is original.
The way to write good English is to read it and hear it.
I discovered the true way to walk when I was a year old, and during the radiant summer days that followed I was never still a minute....
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
When I was a little older I felt the need of some means of communication with those around me, and I began to make simple signs which my parents and friends readily understood; but it often happened that I was unable to express my thoughts intelligibly, and at such times I would give way to my angry feelings utterly....
Beautiful flower, you have taught me to see a little way into the hidden heart of things.
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
That way I looked between and over the near green hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue.
Weather this danger and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down hill.
The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things.
My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills.
It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads--because they once stood in their midst.
He had never seen such a dull and out-of-the-way place; the folks were all gone off; why, you couldn't even hear the whistle!
They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally.
The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
Frequently he would leave his dinner in the bushes, when his dog had caught a woodchuck by the way, and go back a mile and a half to dress it and leave it in the cellar of the house where he boarded, after deliberating first for half an hour whether he could not sink it in the pond safely till nightfall--loving to dwell long upon these themes.
Many a traveller came out of his way to see me and the inside of my house, and, as an excuse for calling, asked for a glass of water.
And, by the way, who estimates the value of the crop which nature yields in the still wilder fields unimproved by man?
I hardly ever failed, when I rambled through the village, to see a row of such worthies, either sitting on a ladder sunning themselves, with their bodies inclined forward and their eyes glancing along the line this way and that, from time to time, with a voluptuous expression, or else leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets, like caryatides, as if to prop it up.
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
There is but one way to obtain it, yet few take that way.
Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again.
Many an irksome noise, go a long way off, is heard as music, a proud, sweet satire on the meanness of our lives.
How surprised must the fishes be to see this ungainly visitor from another sphere speeding his way amid their schools!
I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me.
In some places, within my own remembrance, the pines would scrape both sides of a chaise at once, and women and children who were compelled to go this way to Lincoln alone and on foot did it with fear, and often ran a good part of the distance.
I had just sunk my head on this when the bells rung fire, and in hot haste the engines rolled that way, led by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among the foremost, for I had leaped the brook.
It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.
Whichever way we turned, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had met together, since he enhanced the beauty of the landscape.
A hunter told me that he once saw a fox pursued by hounds burst out on to Walden when the ice was covered with shallow puddles, run part way across, and then return to the same shore.
At midnight, when there was a moon, I sometimes met with hounds in my path prowling about the woods, which would skulk out of my way, as if afraid, and stand silent amid the bushes till I had passed.
These alders loomed through the mist at regular intervals as you walked half way round the pond.
At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snowbanks, and the sun, dispersing the mist, smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.
Innumerable little streams overlap and interlace one with another, exhibiting a sort of hybrid product, which obeys half way the law of currents, and half way that of vegetation.
England and France, Spain and Portugal, Gold Coast and Slave Coast, all front on this private sea; but no bark from them has ventured out of sight of land, though it is without doubt the direct way to India.
He declared that "a soldier who fights in the ranks does not require half so much courage as a footpad"--"that honor and religion have never stood in the way of a well-considered and a firm resolve."
"So it has," answered the latter, "but you have not got half way to it yet."
I do not hear of men being forced to have this way or that by masses of men.
On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard.
"No, you'll never manage him that way," said Anatole.
And my affairs are in such a bad way that my position is now a terrible one, continued Anna Mikhaylovna, sadly, dropping her voice.
He had left Moscow when Boris was a boy of fourteen, and had quite forgotten him, but in his usual impulsive and hearty way he took Boris by the hand with a friendly smile.
Pierre smiled in his good-natured way as if afraid for his companion's sake that the latter might say something he would afterwards regret.
For a long time Pierre could not understand, but when he did, he jumped up from the sofa, seized Boris under the elbow in his quick, clumsy way, and, blushing far more than Boris, began to speak with a feeling of mingled shame and vexation.
Perhaps God will help me to find a way to prepare him!...
Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone.
He was in the way and was the only one who did not notice the fact.
Pierre approached, looking at her in a childlike way through his spectacles.
"Is this the way to the princesses' apartments?" asked Anna Mikhaylovna of one of them.
Pierre paid no more attention to this occurrence than to the rest of what went on, having made up his mind once for all that what he saw happening around him that evening was in some way essential.
"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?
He laughed in his usual dry, cold, unpleasant way, with his lips only and not with his eyes.
She is very good-natured, and my father likes her way of reading.
"You are good in every way, Andrew, but you have a kind of intellectual pride," said the princess, following the train of her own thoughts rather than the trend of the conversation--"and that's a great sin.
I will tell you the truth, Andrew... is Father's way of treating religious subjects.
On the way to his sister's room, in the passage which connected one wing with the other, Prince Andrew met Mademoiselle Bourienne smiling sweetly.
"You won't bear me a grudge, Prokhor Ignatych?" said the regimental commander, overtaking the third company on its way to its quarters and riding up to Captain Timokhin who was walking in front.
And Kutuzov smiled in a way that seemed to say, You are quite at liberty not to believe me and I don't even care whether you do or not, but you have no grounds for telling me so.
"The commander-in-chief is engaged," said Kozlovski, going hurriedly up to the unknown general and blocking his way to the door.
Stand aside, make way, please make way!
*(2) Only a hobbledehoy could amuse himself in this way, he added in Russian--but pronouncing the word with a French accent--having noticed that Zherkov could still hear him.
The lieutenant was looking about in his usual way and suddenly seemed to grow very merry.
"It is an illness, there's no other way of explaining it," said the staff captain.
Sometimes through the monotonous waves of men, like a fleck of white foam on the waves of the Enns, an officer, in a cloak and with a type of face different from that of the men, squeezed his way along; sometimes like a chip of wood whirling in the river, an hussar on foot, an orderly, or a townsman was carried through the waves of infantry; and sometimes like a log floating down the river, an officers' or company's baggage wagon, piled high, leather covered, and hemmed in on all sides, moved across the bridge.
Having cleared the way Denisov stopped at the end of the bridge.
"Ah, that's always the way!" said Nesvitski with a wave of the hand.
He had an intellectual and distinctive head, but the instant he turned to Prince Andrew the firm, intelligent expression on his face changed in a way evidently deliberate and habitual to him.
"When speaking to the Emperor, try as far as you can to praise the way that provisions are supplied and the routes indicated," said Bilibin, accompanying him to the hall.
That same night, having taken leave of the Minister of War, Bolkonski set off to rejoin the army, not knowing where he would find it and fearing to be captured by the French on the way to Krems.
Prince Andrew took a horse and a Cossack from a Cossack commander, and hungry and weary, making his way past the baggage wagons, rode in search of the commander-in-chief and of his own luggage.
Marching thirty miles that stormy night across roadless hills, with his hungry, ill-shod soldiers, and losing a third of his men as stragglers by the way, Bagration came out on the Vienna-Znaim road at Hollabrunn a few hours ahead of the French who were approaching Hollabrunn from Vienna.
To be able to crush it absolutely he awaited the arrival of the rest of the troops who were on their way from Vienna, and with this object offered a three days' truce on condition that both armies should remain in position without moving.
"Ah, that's the way to talk French," said the picket soldiers.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
However inconvenient the position, it was now necessary to attack in order to cut a way through for themselves.
Shots could be heard, but some way off.
"Let anyone come my way now," thought Rostov driving his spurs into Rook and letting him go at a full gallop so that he outstripped the others.
Tushin appeared at the threshold and made his way timidly from behind the backs of the generals.
And now, from the hints contained in his letter and given by the little princess, he saw which way the wind was blowing, and his low opinion changed into a feeling of contemptuous ill will.
"All right, all right," interrupted the prince, and laughing his unnatural way, he stretched out his hand for Alpatych to kiss, and then proceeded to his study.
It was evident that he could be silent in this way for a very long time.
You have done up your hair in this new way for the visitors, and before the visitors I tell you that in future you are never to dare to change your way of dress without my consent.
Mademoiselle Bourienne knew a story, heard from her aunt but finished in her own way, which she liked to repeat to herself.
The regiments had entered and left the town with their bands playing, and by the Grand Duke's orders the men had marched all the way in step (a practice on which the Guards prided themselves), the officers on foot and at their proper posts.
Boris, in the accurate way characteristic of him, was building a little pyramid of chessmen with his delicate white fingers while awaiting Berg's move, and watched his opponent's face, evidently thinking about the game as he always thought only of whatever he was engaged on.
But notwithstanding this, Boris embraced him in a quiet, friendly way and kissed him three times.
That's the way, Count, said Berg, lighting his pipe and emitting rings of smoke.
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
He longed to show that love in some way and knowing that this was impossible was ready to cry.
Believe me in war the energy of young men often shows the way better than all the experience of old Cunctators.
On the way home, Prince Andrew could not refrain from asking Kutuzov, who was sitting silently beside him, what he thought of tomorrow's battle.
There are many stories of his getting to know an officer in just such a chance way and attaching him to himself!
Is the way blocked?
They say the cavalry are blocking the way, said an officer.
In this way the action began for the first, second, and third columns, which had gone down into the valley.
Prince Andrew forced his way to him.
Having forced his way out of the crowd of fugitives, Prince Andrew, trying to keep near Kutuzov, saw on the slope of the hill amid the smoke a Russian battery that was still firing and Frenchmen running toward it.
My legs are giving way, thought he, and fell on his back.
Rostov got out of their way, involuntarily noticed that one of them was bleeding, and galloped on.
Go that way, to that village, all the commanders are there, said the officer, pointing to the village of Hosjeradek, and he walked on.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
That way is nearer.
Dolokhov who was in the midst of the crowd forced his way to the edge of the dam, throwing two soldiers off their feet, and ran onto the slippery ice that covered the millpool.
"Turn this way!" he shouted, jumping over the ice which creaked under him; "turn this way!" he shouted to those with the gun.
The ice bore him but it swayed and creaked, and it was plain that it would give way not only under a cannon or a crowd, but very soon even under his weight alone.
The ice gave way under one of the foremost soldiers, and one leg slipped into the water.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
His looks thanked her for offering him his freedom and told her that one way or another he would never cease to love her, for that would be impossible.
Moreover, paying such honor to Bagration was the best way of expressing disapproval and dislike of Kutuzov.
Count Ilya Rostov, laughing and repeating the words, Make way, dear boy!
Count Ilya, again thrusting his way through the crowd, went out of the drawing room and reappeared a minute later with another committeeman, carrying a large silver salver which he presented to Prince Bagration.
But just at moments when such thoughts occurred to him, he would ask in a particularly calm and absent-minded way, which inspired the respect of the onlookers, Will it be long?
She approached him, saw his face, and something gave way within her.
He tried not to change his former way of life, but his strength failed him.
The midwife was already on her way to meet her, rubbing her small, plump white hands with an air of calm importance.
"Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say, and Prince Andrew felt that something gave way in his soul and that he was guilty of a sin he could neither remedy nor forget.
He was pointedly attentive to Sonya and looked at her in such a way that not only could she not bear his glances without coloring, but even the old countess and Natasha blushed when they saw his looks.
Little as Nicholas had occupied himself with Sonya of late, something seemed to give way within him at this news.
Denisov did not take his eyes off her and beat time with his saber in a way that clearly indicated that if he was not dancing it was because he would not and not because he could not.
Knowing that Denisov had a reputation even in Poland for the masterly way in which he danced the mazurka, Nicholas ran up to Natasha:
He paused, his gaze still on Pierre, and moved aside on the sofa by way of inviting the other to take a seat beside him.
His arms felt numb, his legs almost gave way, it seemed to him that he was tired out.
The meeting was at an end, and on reaching home Pierre felt as if he had returned from a long journey on which he had spent dozens of years, had become completely changed, and had quite left behind his former habits and way of life.
Boris smiled circumspectly, so that it might be taken as ironical or appreciative according to the way the joke was received.
So that's the way they treat me!
We civilians, as you know, have a very bad way of deciding whether a battle was won or lost.
My father is chief in command of the Third District, and my only way of avoiding active service is to serve under him.
Though outwardly he continued to live in the same old way, inwardly he began a new life.
Denisov patted him on the shoulder and began rapidly pacing the room without looking at Rostov, as was his way at moments of deep feeling.
He really was in their way, for he alone took no part in the conversation which again became general.
"Anyhow, I'm in your way," he said in a low tone.
This way, to the officer on duty" (he was shown the door leading downstairs), "only it won't be accepted."
On his way back, he noticed Rostov standing by the corner of a house.
He feared to give way to his thoughts, yet could not get rid of them.
That way we shall be saying there is no God--nothing! shouted Nicholas, banging the table--very little to the point as it seemed to his listeners, but quite relevantly to the course of his own thoughts.
Amid the turmoil of his activities and distractions, however, Pierre at the end of a year began to feel that the more firmly he tried to rest upon it, the more masonic ground on which he stood gave way under him.
Even those members who seemed to be on his side understood him in their own way with limitations and alterations he could not agree to, as what he always wanted most was to convey his thought to others just as he himself understood it.
Young men read books before attending Helene's evenings, to have something to say in her salon, and secretaries of the embassy, and even ambassadors, confided diplomatic secrets to her, so that in a way Helene was a power.
He was that absent-minded crank, a grand seigneur husband who was in no one's way, and far from spoiling the high tone and general impression of the drawing room, he served, by the contrast he presented to her, as an advantageous background to his elegant and tactful wife.
I stepped on it, but it bent and gave way and I began to clamber up a fence which I could scarcely reach with my hands.
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
Boris' uniform, spurs, tie, and the way his hair was brushed were all comme il faut and in the latest fashion.
"That's not the way, that's not the way, Sonya!" cried Natasha turning her head and clutching with both hands at her hair which the maid who was dressing it had not time to release.
Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.
The two girls in their white dresses, each with a rose in her black hair, both curtsied in the same way, but the hostess' eye involuntarily rested longer on the slim Natasha.
Pierre, swaying his stout body, advanced, making way through the crowd and nodding to right and left as casually and good-naturedly as if he were passing through a crowd at a fair.
On her way to supper Natasha passed him.
(He rose and kissed Vera's hand, and on the way to her straightened out a turned-up corner of the carpet.)
Sonya was afraid to leave Natasha and afraid of being in the way when she was with them.
Pretty, a good voice, young, and in nobody's way if only they leave her in peace.
After a few days they grew accustomed to him, and without restraint in his presence pursued their usual way of life, in which he took his part.
Five years have passed since then, and already I, with my petty understanding, begin to see clearly why she had to die, and in what way that death was but an expression of the infinite goodness of the Creator, whose every action, though generally incomprehensible to us, is but a manifestation of His infinite love for His creatures.
Our family life goes on in the old way except for my brother Andrew's absence.
"You mustn't think we'll be in anyone's way, Uncle," she said.
"And you're surprised at the way she rides, Simon, eh?" said the count.
By the way the hunt approached and receded, by the cries of the dogs whose notes were familiar to him, by the way the voices of the huntsmen approached, receded, and rose, he realized what was happening at the copse.
He expected the wolf to come his way any moment.
The way to Iligin's upland was across the fields.
"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.
And then I was saying to myself all the way, 'How well Anisya carried herself, how well!'
On her way past the butler's pantry she told them to set a samovar, though it was not at all the time for tea.
That's just how she started and just how she came up smiling timidly when all this happened before," thought Natasha, "and in just the same way I thought there was something lacking in her."
The same faces, the same talk, Papa holding his cup and blowing in the same way! thought Natasha, feeling with horror a sense of repulsion rising up in her for the whole household, because they were always the same.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
Then he took his place in the first row of the stalls and sat down beside Dolokhov, nudging with his elbow in a friendly and offhand way that Dolokhov whom others treated so fawningly.
The scantily clad Helene smiled at everyone in the same way, and Natasha gave Boris a similar smile.
There is no other way for me, the letter began.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
"If only Prince Andrew would hurry up and come and marry her!" thought he on his way to the house.
Pierre took the letter Anatole handed him and, pushing aside a table that stood in his way, threw himself on the sofa.
She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrew was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha's faithlessness.
They tried to make their way forward to the opposite bank and, though there was a ford one third of a mile away, were proud that they were swimming and drowning in this river under the eyes of the man who sat on the log and was not even looking at what they were doing.
He took Balashev by the arm and crossed the room with him, unconsciously clearing a path seven yards wide as the people on both sides made way for him.
Let him have mine, he has a long way to go!
Before joining the Western Army which was then, in May, encamped at Drissa, Prince Andrew visited Bald Hills which was directly on his way, being only two miles off the Smolensk highroad.
Already from his military experience and what he had seen in the Austrian campaign, he had come to the conclusion that in war the most deeply considered plans have no significance and that all depends on the way unexpected movements of the enemy--that cannot be foreseen--are met, and on how and by whom the whole matter is handled.
With Pfuel was Wolzogen, who expressed Pfuel's thoughts in a more comprehensible way than Pfuel himself (who was a harsh, bookish theorist, self-confident to the point of despising everyone else) was able to do.
From the tone in which the courtiers addressed him and the way Paulucci had allowed himself to speak of him to the Emperor, but above all from a certain desperation in Pfuel's own expressions, it was clear that the others knew, and Pfuel himself felt, that his fall was at hand.
On the way he came upon a bush, his gallant horse cleared it, and almost before he had righted himself in his saddle he saw that he would immediately overtake the enemy he had selected.
On her way home at an early hour when she met no one but bricklayers going to work or men sweeping the street, and everybody within the houses was still asleep, Natasha experienced a feeling new to her, a sense of the possibility of correcting her faults, the possibility of a new, clean life, and of happiness.
During the whole week she spent in this way, that feeling grew every day.
As Natasha, at her mother's side, passed through the crowd behind a liveried footman who cleared the way for them, she heard a young man speaking about her in too loud a whisper.
"I want to try to sing again," she said, adding as if by way of excuse, "it is, at least, something to do."
After standing some time in the gateway, Petya tried to move forward in front of the others without waiting for all the carriages to pass, and he began resolutely working his way with his elbows, but the woman just in front of him, who was the first against whom he directed his efforts, angrily shouted at him:
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
Barclay de Tolly tried to command the army in the best way, because he wished to fulfill his duty and earn fame as a great commander.
At the end of the week the prince reappeared and resumed his former way of life, devoting himself with special activity to building operations and the arrangement of the gardens and completely breaking off his relations with Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Having baited the horses twice on the way, he arrived at the town toward evening on the fourth of August.
Napoleon rode on, dreaming of the Moscow that so appealed to his imagination, and "the bird restored to its native fields" galloped to our outposts, inventing on the way all that had not taken place but that he meant to relate to his comrades.
They all drew back from the bed, making way for her.
He had managed people for a long time and knew that the chief way to make them obey is to show no suspicion that they can possibly disobey.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
On the rest of the way to Moscow, though the princess' position was not a cheerful one, Dunyasha, who went with her in the carriage, more than once noticed that her mistress leaned out of the window and smiled at something with an expression of mingled joy and sorrow.
There's only one way--guewilla warfare!
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
Go your way and God be with you.
* "Don't see it that way, that's the trouble."
In the corner room at the club, members gathered to read these broadsheets, and some liked the way Karpushka jeered at the French, saying: They will swell up with Russian cabbage, burst with our buckwheat porridge, and choke themselves with cabbage soup.
"I hear that their affairs are in a very bad way," said Julie.
On his way home from Vorontsovo, as he was passing the Bolotnoe Place Pierre, seeing a large crowd round the Lobnoe Place, stopped and got out of his trap.
With a frightened and suffering look resembling that on the thin Frenchman's face, Pierre pushed his way in through the crowd.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
Strange! thought Pierre, continuing his way to Tatarinova.
Someone, a very important personage judging by the haste with which way was made for him, was approaching the icon.
The French have destroyed my home and are on their way to destroy Moscow, they have outraged and are outraging me every moment.
Natasha with animated and excited face was telling him how she had gone to look for mushrooms the previous summer and had lost her way in the big forest.
This could not be done and was not done, because Poniatowski, advancing on the village through the wood, met Tuchkov there barring his way, and could not and did not turn the Russian position.
So the way in which these people killed one another was not decided by Napoleon's will but occurred independently of him, in accord with the will of hundreds of thousands of people who took part in the common action.
Having received this order the general passed by Pierre on his way down the knoll.
Pierre, feeling out of place there, having nothing to do, and afraid of getting in someone's way again, galloped after the adjutant.
Pierre was about to ask, but seeing the stern expression of the adjutant who was also looking that way, he checked himself.
"He was here a minute ago but has just gone that way," someone told him, pointing to the right.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
The young officer still sat in the same way, bent double, in a pool of blood at the edge of the earth wall.
In this way two cavalry regiments galloped through the Semenovsk hollow and as soon as they reached the top of the incline turned round and galloped full speed back again.
The infantry moved in the same way, sometimes running to quite other places than those they were ordered to go to.
"Here it comes... this one is coming our way again!" he thought, listening to an approaching whistle in the hidden region of smoke.
At the beginning of the battle they stood blocking the way to Moscow and they still did so at the end of the battle as at the beginning.
It was impossible not to retreat a day's march, and then in the same way it was impossible not to retreat another and a third day's march, and at last, on the first of September when the army drew near Moscow--despite the strength of the feeling that had arisen in all ranks--the force of circumstances compelled it to retire beyond Moscow.
People accustomed to think in that way forget, or do not know, the inevitable conditions which always limit the activities of any commander in chief.
Some of the generals, in low tones and in a strain very different from the way they had spoken during the council, communicated something to their commander-in-chief.
Toward the end of the battle of Borodino, Pierre, having run down from Raevski's battery a second time, made his way through a gully to Knyazkovo with a crowd of soldiers, reached the dressing station, and seeing blood and hearing cries and groans hurried on, still entangled in the crowds of soldiers.
On the way Pierre was told of the death of his brother-in-law Anatole and of that of Prince Andrew.
Though she concealed from him her intention of keeping him under her wing, Petya guessed her designs, and instinctively fearing that he might give way to emotion when with her--might "become womanish" as he termed it to himself--he treated her coldly, avoided her, and during his stay in Moscow attached himself exclusively to Natasha for whom he had always had a particularly brotherly tenderness, almost lover-like.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
It was when Pierre (wearing the coachman's coat which Gerasim had procured for him and had disinfected by steam) was on his way with the old man to buy the pistol at the Sukharev market that he met the Rostovs.
The bees do not fly in the same way, the smell and the sound that meet the beekeeper are not the same.
But there were no dealers with voices of ingratiating affability inviting customers to enter; there were no hawkers, nor the usual motley crowd of female purchasers--but only soldiers, in uniforms and overcoats though without muskets, entering the Bazaar empty-handed and silently making their way out through its passages with bundles.
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
Lead the way to him, himself! shouted the tall youth.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
This way, your excellency...
This way, please... said a trembling, frightened voice behind him.
Murat was informed that the way had been cleared.
Next day, with the sole idea of not sparing himself and not lagging in any way behind them, Pierre went to the Three Hills gate.
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.
By the way, you know German, then?
"Mother Moscow, the white..." his voice faltered, and he gave way to an old man's sob.
And as if in order not to offend Sonya and to get rid of her, she turned her face to the window, looked out in such a way that it was evident that she could not see anything, and again settled down in her former attitude.
Pierre's way led through side streets to the Povarskoy and from there to the church of St. Nicholas on the Arbat, where he had long before decided that the deed should be done.
Though he heard and saw nothing around him he found his way by instinct and did not go wrong in the side streets that led to the Povarskoy.
The fire broke out alongside, and blew our way, the maid called out 'Fire!' and we rushed to collect our things.
Show me the way, show me, I...
"This way, uncle," cried the girl.
It was now, however, impossible to get back the way he had come; the maid, Aniska, was no longer there, and Pierre with a feeling of pity and disgust pressed the wet, painfully sobbing child to himself as tenderly as he could and ran with her through the garden seeking another way out.
Go over that way, they're there.
During his diplomatic career he had more than once noticed that such utterances were received as very witty, and at every opportunity he uttered in that way the first words that entered his head.
Nicholas was himself rather surprised at the way he danced that evening.
My dear boy, what a way to look at it!
There is always a right way of doing things, replied the governor's wife.
If they noticed anything remarkable about Pierre, it was only his unabashed, meditative concentration and thoughtfulness, and the way he spoke French, which struck them as surprisingly good.
On his way through the streets Pierre felt stifled by the smoke which seemed to hang over the whole city.
On growing used to the darkness Pierre saw that the man was taking off his leg bands, and the way he did it aroused Pierre's interest.
He did not sing like a trained singer who knows he is listened to, but like the birds, evidently giving vent to the sounds in the same way that one stretches oneself or walks about to get rid of stiffness, and the sounds were always high-pitched, mournful, delicate, and almost feminine, and his face at such times was very serious.
And Pierre began to feel in the same way toward Karataev.
"Mary came by way of Ryazan," said Natasha.
But just when he was clumsily creeping toward the door, that dreadful something on the other side was already pressing against it and forcing its way in.
The war went on independently of them, as it had to go: that is, never in the way people devised, but flowing always from the essential attitude of the masses.
Following the wounded hare he made his way far into the forest and came upon the left flank of Murat's army, encamped there without any precautions.
A French corporal, with coat unbuttoned in a homely way, a skullcap on his head, and a short pipe in his mouth, came from behind a corner of the shed and approached Pierre with a friendly wink.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
When that door was opened and the prisoners, crowding against one another like a flock of sheep, squeezed into the exit, Pierre pushed his way forward and approached that very captain who as the corporal had assured him was ready to do anything for him.
Yes, I dare say, that's the way they'll let you pass...
It was not till nearly evening that the officer commanding the escort collected his men and with shouts and quarrels forced his way in among the baggage trains, and the prisoners, hemmed in on all sides, emerged onto the Kaluga road.
Ermolov, Miloradovich, Platov, and others in proximity to the French near Vyazma could not resist their desire to cut off and break up two French corps, and by way of reporting their intention to Kutuzov they sent him a blank sheet of paper in an envelope.
Beyond Shamshevo, Dolokhov was to observe the road in the same way, to find out at what distance there were other French troops.
So I went for them with my ax, this way: 'What are you up to?' says I.
"Well, let's go," said Denisov, and rode all the way to the watchhouse in silence and frowning angrily.
"Mot d'ordre," repeated the sentinel, barring the way and not replying.
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
The place was a long way off, and while they were judging, what with one thing and another, filling in the papers all in due form--the authorities I mean--time passed.
Then we are told of the greatness of soul of the marshals, especially of Ney--a greatness of soul consisting in this: that he made his way by night around through the forest and across the Dnieper and escaped to Orsha, abandoning standards, artillery, and nine tenths of his men.
"My darling Mummy!" she repeated, straining all the power of her love to find some way of taking on herself the excess of grief that crushed her mother.
The French, avoiding the Russians, dispersed and hid themselves in the forest by night, making their way round as best they could, and continued their flight.
Not only did his contemporaries, carried away by their passions, talk in this way, but posterity and history have acclaimed Napoleon as grand, while Kutuzov is described by foreigners as a crafty, dissolute, weak old courtier, and by Russians as something indefinite--a sort of puppet useful only because he had a Russian name.
Some twenty men of the Sixth Company who were on their way into the village joined the haulers, and the wattle wall, which was about thirty- five feet long and seven feet high, moved forward along the village street, swaying, pressing upon and cutting the shoulders of the gasping men.
"There are gentry here; the general himself is in that hut, and you foul-mouthed devils, you brutes, I'll give it to you!" shouted he, hitting the first man who came in his way a swinging blow on the back.
And there's no way of killing him either.
Pierre did not in any way seek her approval, he merely studied her with interest.
His servants too--Terenty and Vaska--in their own way noticed the change that had taken place in Pierre.
Natasha looked at him, and by way of answer to his words her eyes widened and lit up.
When he ventured to glance her way again her face was cold, stern, and he fancied even contemptuous.
That's the way he was brought up, and everybody does it.
He ought to have acted in this way and in that way.
Chance puts the Duc d'Enghien in his hands and unexpectedly causes him to kill him--thereby convincing the mob more forcibly than in any other way that he had the right, since he had the might.
He could see no way out of this situation.
The other way out--his mother's death-- never entered his head.
He inquired about her health, led the way to his mother, and having sat there for five minutes left the room.
She could not find fault with Sonya in any way and tried to be fond of her, but often felt ill-will toward her which she could not overcome.
"That's always the way," thought Countess Mary.
Their way of life and place of residence, their acquaintances and ties, Natasha's occupations, the children's upbringing, were all selected not merely with regard to Pierre's expressed wishes, but to what Natasha from the thoughts he expressed in conversation supposed his wishes to be.
He felt that his way of life had now been settled once for all till death and that to change it was not in his power, and so that way of life proved economical.
Natasha spoke to Pierre about her brother's life and doings, of how she had suffered and lacked life during his own absence, and of how she was fonder than ever of Mary, and how Mary was in every way better than herself.
And in the same way the universal historians sometimes, when it pleases them and fits in with their theory, say that power is the result of events, and sometimes, when they want to prove something else, say that power produces events.
This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.
Amid a long series of unexecuted orders of Napoleon's one series, for the campaign of 1812, was carried out--not because those orders differed in any way from the other, unexecuted orders but because they coincided with the course of events that led the French army into Russia; just as in stencil work this or that figure comes out not because the color was laid on from this side or in that way, but because it was laid on from all sides over the figure cut in the stencil.
The founder of a sect or party, or an inventor, impresses us less when we know how or by what the way was prepared for his activity.
In the same way we can never imagine the action of a man quite devoid of freedom and entirely subject to the law of inevitability.
Man's free will differs from every other force in that man is directly conscious of it, but in the eyes of reason it in no way differs from any other force.
And as the undefinable essence of the force moving the heavenly bodies, the undefinable essence of the forces of heat and electricity, or of chemical affinity, or of the vital force, forms the content of astronomy, physics, chemistry, botany, zoology, and so on, just in the same way does the force of free will form the content of history.
Just as prolonged and stubborn is the struggle now proceeding between the old and the new conception of history, and theology in the same way stands on guard for the old view, and accuses the new view of subverting revelation.
In a way, Carmen and Alex had adopted a family.
Maybe it was her way of keeping Josh alive.
But then, she hadn't approved of his drinking or the way he treated Lori either.
I mean, that they didn't feel this way all the time.
And yet, in a way, waiting this long might have been an advantage.
It was his way of focusing in - pulling her close without the intimacy of touching.
I think it is so cute the way you two flirt with each other.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
The shock of what happened gave way to fury as Felipa turned back to them.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?
It was the way she wanted it as well.
He does not like the way father treats us - financially.
Or was it the other way around?
I hope not the way they did the last time.
Then they caressed their way up her side, his thumb sliding under her bra and gently up the curve of her breast.
Sometimes that's the only way you can reach each other.
That way you don't have to taste it.
The way he acted tonight was a little too much like he did when he came home from the hospital.
His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.
By the way, neither Alex nor I drink.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
I want to be that way, Carmen.
That was one way Alex had followed her lead.
I guess my life isn't very interesting to other people, but Alex and I like the way we live.
Did he arrange to have Alex out of the way, or was he simply taking advantage of the situation?
The way he did it reminded her of Alex.
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
She might have lost the baby anyway, but the way he treated her couldn't have helped.
As the horse ambled along, drawing the buggy, the people of the glass city made way for them and formed a procession in their rear.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
"In what way?" enquired the Wizard.
Half way up the steep was a yawning cave, black as night beyond the point where the rainbow rays of the colored suns reached into it.
"That's the way I feel about it," remarked Zeb, rubbing his wounds.
Even if we should come to unpleasant places on our way it is necessary, in order to reach the earth's surface, to keep moving on toward it.
"That is true," agreed the Wizard, "and as the river seems to be flowing in the direction of the Pyramid Mountain it will be the easiest way for us to travel."
It's the only way to get out of the Valley of Voe.
In the open space between the clouds and the black, bubbling sea far beneath, could be seen an occasional strange bird winging its way swiftly through the air.
Once I lived on top the earth, but for many years I have had my factory in this spot--half way up Pyramid Mountain.
"Are we only half way up?" enquired the boy, in a discouraged tone.
"Yes, indeed; come into my shop, please," and the braided man turned and led the way into a smaller cave, where he evidently lived.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
All the way to the great rock the wooden people followed them, and when Jim finally alighted at the mouth of the cavern the pursuers were still some distance away.
"Then we're all right," said the girl, "for if the dragon went the other way she can't poss'bly get to us now."
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That's the way for Billy and me.
But this I know, I love to play In the meadow, among the hay-- Up the water, and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
This was an odd way of proving something, for, as every one can readily see, it proved nothing.
He was ready to serve his country in any way that he could.
A third way to predict the future that I believe is reliable rejects both the slavish following of the straight line and the purely speculative approach.
Humans should not feel threatened in any way by this, and yet it still makes some people defensive and uncomfortable.
The guinea-fowl likes to hide her nest in out-of-the-way places, and it was one of my greatest delights to hunt for the eggs in the long grass.
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof.
This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.
I have tried trade but I found that it would take ten years to get under way in that, and that then I should probably be on my way to the devil.
"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.
The balmy weather of Thanksgiving Day had given way to a frosty day after.
Alondra smiled up at him in a way that suggested their relationship went farther than employment extended.
The mother dragon probably knows the road to the earth's surface, and if she went the other way then we have come the wrong way, said the Wizard, thoughtfully.
At last a ship happened to pass that way and Robinson was taken on board.
In a profound way, our lives will be better.