My wife looked up from her lap top.
My wife was biting her lip and tears began seeping down her cheeks.
His mother and his wife are still there.
The charcoal man and his wife listened to this little dispute, and said nothing.
Berg and his wife, who were not dancing, came up to them.
Since his wife left, he's avoided relationships because he's afraid of giving his heart again only to drive another love away.
When Loyka realized his mistake and slammed on the brakes, the archduke and his wife were sitting ducks.
She'll be the wife, while you...
Berg, closely buttoned up in his new uniform, sat beside his wife explaining to her that one always could and should be acquainted with people above one, because only then does one get satisfaction from acquaintances.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
When Prince Vasili returned to the drawing room, the princess, his wife, was talking in low tones to the elderly lady about Pierre.
"Aline," he said to his wife, "go and see what they are about."
My wife has told me everything!
And suddenly, at this thought of death, a whole series of most distant, most intimate, memories rose in his imagination: he remembered his last parting from his father and his wife; he remembered the days when he first loved her.
Is his wife with him? he asked.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.
My wife--as she once was--did not struggle, and perhaps she was right.
But the story of the duel, confirmed by Pierre's rupture with his wife, was the talk of society.
At the same time his mother-in-law, Prince Vasili's wife, sent to him imploring him to come if only for a few minutes to discuss a most important matter.
Had his wife come to him, he would not have turned her away.
Compared to what preoccupied him, was it not a matter of indifference whether he lived with his wife or not?
Without replying either to his wife or his mother-in-law, Pierre late one night prepared for a journey and started for Moscow to see Joseph Alexeevich.
I told my wife that I begged her to forget the past, to forgive me whatever wrong I may have done her, and that I had nothing to forgive.
It seemed to him that he ought to have an explanation with Natasha and tell her that the old times must be forgotten, that in spite of everything... she could not be his wife, that he had no means, and they would never let her marry him.
Put him beside his wife and he looks a regular buffoon!
"If she goes to her cousin first and then to another lady, she will be my wife," said Prince Andrew to himself quite to his own surprise, as he watched her.
At that ball Pierre for the first time felt humiliated by the position his wife occupied in court circles.
Berg, judging by his wife, thought all women weak and foolish.
I do not think he would choose her for a wife, and frankly I do not wish it.
Prince Andrew had loved his wife, she died, but that was not enough: he wanted to bind his happiness to another woman.
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
Such were Dimmler the musician and his wife, Vogel the dancing master and his family, Belova, an old maiden lady, an inmate of the house, and many others such as Petya's tutors, the girls' former governess, and other people who simply found it preferable and more advantageous to live in the count's house than at home.
And tapping with her heels, she ran quickly upstairs to see Vogel and his wife who lived on the upper story.
Only the skeleton of life remained: his house, a brilliant wife who now enjoyed the favors of a very important personage, acquaintance with all Petersburg, and his court service with its dull formalities.
She was the Countess Bezukhova, Pierre's wife, and the count, who knew everyone in society, leaned over and spoke to her.
Anatole had very soon abandoned his wife and, for a payment which he agreed to send to his father-in-law, had arranged to be free to pass himself off as a bachelor.
She vividly pictured herself as Prince Andrew's wife, and the scenes of happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of yesterday's interview with Anatole.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
Pierre without greeting his wife whom he had not seen since his return-- at that moment she was more repulsive to him than ever--entered the drawing room and seeing Anatole went up to him.
Amuse yourself with women like my wife--with them you are within your rights, for they know what you want of them.
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
For Christ's sake think of us! cried his wife, referring to the rumors of war and the enemy.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
Alpatych, his coachman, Ferapontov's wife and children and the house porter were all sitting in the cellar, listening.
Suffering is necessary... the meaning of all... one must harness... my wife is getting married...
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
The first time he had recourse to his new judge was when a French prisoner, a colonel, came to him and, after talking a great deal about his exploits, concluded by making what amounted to a demand that Pierre should give him four thousand francs to send to his wife and children.
Alex said she was seeing him again after his wife died.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Wasn't there some law that prevented a wife from testifying against her husband?
Adrienne expected a sharp response from Mr. Marsh, but he only regarded his wife thoughtfully for a few moments.
I wanted a wife and children, but I didn't want to risk losing them because of the ranch.
It would allow my future wife, who was from Iowa, to view a part of the country she'd never seen.
I looked my lovely future wife in the eye.
My wife loves you; do you know that Ben?
Quinn looked first at his wife and then stood up.
"I already promised to love, honor and obey," my wife said as she kissed me.
However, my wife was far and away the most intelligent of the five of us and understood our success depended on strong leadership.
Then he handed it back to his wife and said:--
And so at an early age, you took a wife, started having children, and supported yourself by farming.
Macbeth is the story of a ruthless wife, Lady Macbeth, who persuades her husband to murder the king and take his throne.
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
Is Franklin the only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him?
You know, Catiche, that we--you three sisters, Mamontov, and my wife-- are the count's only direct heirs.
At Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Andreevich Bolkonski's estate, the arrival of young Prince Andrew and his wife was daily expected, but this expectation did not upset the regular routine of life in the old prince's household.
However painful it may be to me, should the Almighty lay the duties of wife and mother upon me I shall try to perform them as faithfully as I can, without disquieting myself by examining my feelings toward him whom He may give me for husband.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
"Yes, Father, I have come to you and brought my wife who is pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his father's face with an eager and respectful look.
The house for your wife is ready.
What a treasure of a wife you have, said she, sitting down on the sofa, facing her brother.
I do not think I have complained of my wife to you, Masha, or blamed her.
Know this, Masha: I can't reproach, have not reproached, and never shall reproach my wife with anything, and I cannot reproach myself with anything in regard to her; and that always will be so in whatever circumstances I may be placed.
When he reached his sister's room his wife was already awake and her merry voice, hurrying one word after another, came through the open door.
This very sentence about Countess Zubova and this same laugh Prince Andrew had already heard from his wife in the presence of others some five times.
"The wife!" said the old prince, briefly and significantly.
"Listen!" said he; "don't worry about your wife: what can be done shall be.
"Not let the wife have him?" said the old man, and laughed.
He saw that his championship of the doctor's wife in her queer trap might expose him to what he dreaded more than anything in the world--to ridicule; but his instinct urged him on.
On either side of her sat the more important guests--an old general and his wife, and Anna Pavlovna Scherer.
The old general grumbled at his wife when she asked how his leg was.
A week later Pierre gave his wife full power to control all his estates in Great Russia, which formed the larger part of his property, and left for Petersburg alone.
After his interview with his wife Pierre left for Petersburg.
To this he replied that one should not deprive a wife of one's embraces and gave me to understand that that was my duty.
Berg rose and embraced his wife carefully, so as not to crush her lace fichu for which he had paid a good price, kissing her straight on the lips.
Husband and wife glanced at one another, both smiling with self-satisfaction, and each mentally claiming the honor of this visit.
He tried equally to avoid thinking about his wife, and about Natasha and Prince Andrew; and again everything seemed to him insignificant in comparison with eternity; again the question: for what? presented itself; and he forced himself to work day and night at masonic labors, hoping to drive away the evil spirit that threatened him.
But instead of all that--here he was, the wealthy husband of an unfaithful wife, a retired gentleman-in-waiting, fond of eating and drinking and, as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, of abusing the government a bit, a member of the Moscow English Club, and a universal favorite in Moscow society.
Before leaving, Napoleon showed favor to the emperor, kings, and princes who had deserved it, reprimanded the kings and princes with whom he was dissatisfied, presented pearls and diamonds of his own--that is, which he had taken from other kings--to the Empress of Austria, and having, as his historian tells us, tenderly embraced the Empress Marie Louise--who regarded him as her husband, though he had left another wife in Paris--left her grieved by the parting which she seemed hardly able to bear.
Mary Hendrikhovna was the wife of the regimental doctor, a pretty young German woman he had married in Poland.
The doctor, whether from lack of means or because he did not like to part from his young wife in the early days of their marriage, took her about with him wherever the hussar regiment went and his jealousy had become a standing joke among the hussar officers.
"No, gentlemen, you have had your sleep, but I have not slept for two nights," replied the doctor, and he sat down morosely beside his wife, waiting for the game to end.
Seeing his gloomy face as he frowned at his wife, the officers grew still merrier, and some of them could not refrain from laughter, for which they hurriedly sought plausible pretexts.
When he had gone, taking his wife with him, and had settled down with her in their covered cart, the officers lay down in the tavern, covering themselves with their wet cloaks, but they did not sleep for a long time; now they exchanged remarks, recalling the doctor's uneasiness and his wife's delight, now they ran out into the porch and reported what was taking place in the covered trap.
To ride this horse was a pleasure to him, and he thought of the horse, of the morning, of the doctor's wife, but not once of the impending danger.
Be quiet, I tell you! cried the count, with a glance at his wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks.
A tradesman's wife was showing a rent in her shawl and telling how much the shawl had cost; another was saying that all silk goods had now got dear.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
Ferapontov's wife and children were also sitting in a cart waiting till it was possible to drive out.
On the sloping descent to the Dnieper Alpatych's cart and that of the innkeeper's wife, which were slowly moving amid the rows of soldiers and of other vehicles, had to stop.
Kutuzov's adjutant whispered to Prince Andrew that this was the wife of the priest whose home it was, and that she intended to offer his Serene Highness bread and salt.
The priest's wife smiled, and with dimples in her rosy cheeks followed him into the room.
"The eggs... the eggs are teaching the hen," muttered the count through tears of joy, and he embraced his wife who was glad to hide her look of shame on his breast.
When he was informed that among others awaiting him in his reception room there was a Frenchman who had brought a letter from his wife, the Countess Helene, he felt suddenly overcome by that sense of confusion and hopelessness to which he was apt to succumb.
It was plain that l'amour which the Frenchman was so fond of was not that low and simple kind that Pierre had once felt for his wife, nor was it the romantic love stimulated by himself that he experienced for Natasha.
Finally, the latest episode in Poland still fresh in the captain's memory, and which he narrated with rapid gestures and glowing face, was of how he had saved the life of a Pole (in general, the saving of life continually occurred in the captain's stories) and the Pole had entrusted to him his enchanting wife (parisienne de coeur) while himself entering the French service.
He did not find the civil servant or his wife where he had left them.
My wife was a great friend of your mother's.
Among these was the governor's wife herself, who welcomed Rostov as a near relative and called him "Nicholas."
All the evening Nicholas paid attention to a blue-eyed, plump and pleasing little blonde, the wife of one of the provincial officials.
The husband came up and sullenly asked his wife what she was talking about.
The husband smiled gloomily, the wife gaily.
The governor's good-natured wife came up with a look of disapproval.
The governor's wife led him up to a tall and very stout old lady with a blue headdress, who had just finished her game of cards with the most important personages of the town.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
"Yes, yes," the governor's wife said as if talking to herself.
And on taking leave of the governor's wife, when she again smilingly said to him, "Well then, remember!" he drew her aside.
The governor's wife pressed his elbow gratefully.
The day after her party the governor's wife came to see Malvintseva and, after discussing her plan with the aunt, remarked that though under present circumstances a formal betrothal was, of course, not to be thought of, all the same the young people might be brought together and could get to know one another.
Malvintseva expressed approval, and the governor's wife began to speak of Rostov in Mary's presence, praising him and telling how he had blushed when Princess Mary's name was mentioned.
They spoke of the war, and like everyone else unconsciously exaggerated their sorrow about it; they spoke of their last meeting--Nicholas trying to change the subject--they talked of the governor's kind wife, of Nicholas' relations, and of Princess Mary's.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
When the service was over the governor's wife beckoned him to her.
As had occurred before when she was present, Nicholas went up to her without waiting to be prompted by the governor's wife and not asking himself whether or not it was right and proper to address her here in church, and told her he had heard of her trouble and sympathized with his whole soul.
She was right," he thought, remembering what the governor's wife had said: "Nothing but misfortune can come of marrying Sonya.
"A wife for counsel, a mother-in-law for welcome, but there's none as dear as one's own mother!" said he.
But he, my younger brother, had five little ones, while I, you see, only left a wife behind.
His anger with his wife and anxiety that his name should not be smirched now seemed not merely trivial but even amusing.
A sacristan commanded one party which captured several hundred prisoners in the course of a month; and there was Vasilisa, the wife of a village elder, who slew hundreds of the French.
How splendid! said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more.
We were not an exemplary couple," he added quickly, glancing at Natasha and noticing on her face curiosity as to how he would speak of his wife, "but her death shocked me terribly.
"Strange and impossible as such happiness seems, I must do everything that she and I may be man and wife," he told himself.
I cannot propose to her at present, but the thought that perhaps she might someday be my wife and that I may be missing that possibility... that possibility... is terrible.
When dealing with the affairs and papers of his dead wife, her memory aroused in him no feeling but pity that she had not known the bliss he now knew.
Think what fun it will be when I am his wife and you marry Nicholas!
When Pierre and his wife had left, he grew very quiet and began to complain of depression.
In the winter of 1813 Nicholas married Princess Mary and moved to Bald Hills with his wife, his mother, and Sonya.
But he did forget himself once or twice within a twelvemonth, and then he would go and confess to his wife, and would again promise that this should really be the very last time.
The harmony between him and his wife grew closer and closer and he daily discovered fresh spiritual treasures in her.
Before that, Nicholas had told his wife all that had passed between himself and Sonya, blaming himself and commending her.
Having taken precautions against the general drunkenness to be expected on the morrow because it was a great saint's day, he returned to dinner, and without having time for a private talk with his wife sat down at the long table laid for twenty persons, at which the whole household had assembled.
At that table were his mother, his mother's old lady companion Belova, his wife, their three children with their governess and tutor, his wife's nephew with his tutor, Sonya, Denisov, Natasha, her three children, their governess, and old Michael Ivanovich, the late prince's architect, who was living on in retirement at Bald Hills.
Nicholas and his wife lived together so happily that even Sonya and the old countess, who felt jealous and would have liked them to disagree, could find nothing to reproach them with; but even they had their moments of antagonism.
And without a word to his wife he went to the little sitting room and lay down on the sofa.
You are too fond of this one, his wife whispered in French.
If the purpose of food is nourishment and the purpose of marriage is the family, the whole question resolves itself into not eating more than one can digest, and not having more wives or husbands than are needed for the family--that is, one wife or one husband.
It very often happened that in a moment of irritation husband and wife would have a dispute, but long afterwards Pierre to his surprise and delight would find in his wife's ideas and actions the very thought against which she had argued, but divested of everything superfluous that in the excitement of the dispute he had added when expressing his opinion.
But only what was really good in him was reflected in his wife, all that was not quite good was rejected.
When Nicholas and his wife came to look for Pierre he was in the nursery holding his baby son, who was again awake, on his huge right palm and dandling him.
The grown-up members of the family, not to mention his wife, were pleased to have back a friend whose presence made life run more smoothly and peacefully.
When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so--though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: High time, my dear, high time!
But best of all you have brought yourself back--for I never saw anything like it, you ought to give your wife a scolding!
Natasha and Pierre, left alone, also began to talk as only a husband and wife can talk, that is, with extraordinary clearness and rapidity, understanding and expressing each other's thoughts in ways contrary to all rules of logic, without premises, deductions, or conclusions, and in a quite peculiar way.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
Or when he has a wife to point the way.
He has a daughter, but his wife must not live with him because he needs a sitter, she stammered.
Mr. Marsh was the undisputed king of the castle, but he obviously acknowledged his wife as the queen.
Sure, if he isn't saddled with a wife and a couple of kids.
When Dad died, he left this Ranch to his wife and stepson and his fortune went to the rest of us kids.
However, once we got going, I'm proud to state my future wife responded robustly, both physically and vocally.
"Hush!" his wife said.
My wife wouldn't let go.
If I didn't have a pregnant wife practically begging me, I wouldn't even be making this phone call.
My wife started to say something but Quinn just smiled.
My wife quickly recovered and smiled.
I watched my wife as she smiled and raised crossed fingers.
I know for a fact my wife turned as white as Casper and Quinn looked no better.
"I can't even conceive how monumental this is," my wife said.
I had closed my eyes when my wife snuggled next to me.
I'd not told my wife about Howie's sister Annie's abduction and murder.
I'd never experienced my wife being so upset.
My wife purchased a soft drink; to get some change, she explained.
He went over to my wife and kissed her tenderly.
I woke to sunlight and my wife clinging to me with an intensity that hurt.
"Look," I said to my wife, "We should give more thought to this.
My wife and I stopped at a closed filling station in Connecticut and with Martha's notes in hand I attempted to phone the authorities.
"Don't even think about moving up here and leaving me in New York," my new wife snarled, removing that possibility from consideration.
Quinn bent close to his wife and whispered something in her ear.
It was nearing Christmas and while New York was aglow, my wife and I were just the opposite; out of sync with the mood of the city.
The director lived in a Georgetown mansion with his wife and two dogs.
He recited a meticulous inventory of everything in the bedroom quarters, including the page number of a book his wife was reading as she remained in bed.
My wife refused to hear my recorded conversation until we gathered the group the following weekend.
"What do you mean?" his wife asked.
"And what does your mind have to say?" my wife asked.
My wife turned to me.
"Mr. Cooms hit the nail squarely when he cautioned us to be careful," my wife said.
Mr. Finney and his wife Both sat down to sup; And they ate, and they ate, They ate the turnip up.
When he saw his mother and his wife and his children, he was filled with joy.
For a long time his wife begged him to be merciful.
Rome was saved; but Coriolanus could never return to his home, his mother, his wife and children.
My wife will be delighted with it.
My wife and children were suffering from the want of food and clothing.
"Hush, Jacquot," said his wife, kindly.
The two boys stood at his knees, and his wife sat at his side.
On the morning of June 28, 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were shot dead in Sarajevo by nineteen-year-old assassin Gavrilo Princip.
When the night arrived, to quote their own words--He laid us on the bed with himself and his wife, they at the one end and we at the other, it being only planks laid a foot from the ground and a thin mat upon them.
Prince Andrew, who had evidently wished to tone down the awkwardness of Pierre's remarks, rose and made a sign to his wife that it was time to go.
"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.
And that stupid set without whom my wife cannot exist, and those women...
The count came waddling in to see his wife with a rather guilty look as usual.
He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.
From behind the crystal decanters and fruit vases, the count kept glancing at his wife and her tall cap with its light-blue ribbons, and busily filled his neighbors' glasses, not neglecting his own.
He had just remembered his recent encounter with the doctor's wife and the convoy officer.
His whole time was taken up with dinners and balls and was spent chiefly at Prince Vasili's house in the company of the stout princess, his wife, and his beautiful daughter Helene.
And at that moment Pierre felt that Helene not only could, but must, be his wife, and that it could not be otherwise.
On Helene's name day, a small party of just their own people--as his wife said--met for supper at Prince Vasili's.
Pierre had of late rarely seen his wife alone.
But what was still stranger, though of this Prince Andrew said nothing to his sister, was that in the expression the sculptor had happened to give the angel's face, Prince Andrew read the same mild reproach he had read on the face of his dead wife: "Ah, why have you done this to me?"
It was just then that he received a letter from his wife, who implored him to see her, telling him how grieved she was about him and how she wished to devote her whole life to him.
Pierre saw that there was a conspiracy against him and that they wanted to reunite him with his wife, and in the mood he then was, this was not even unpleasant to him.
I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother.
He convinces Othello that Desdemona, Othello's wife, is unfaithful to him.