A daughter, I suppose?
Giddon and his daughter were already seated.
From the pretense of illness, from his daughter's distress, and by the embarrassed faces of Sonya and Marya Dmitrievna, the count saw clearly that something had gone wrong during his absence, but it was so terrible for him to think that anything disgraceful had happened to his beloved daughter, and he so prized his own cheerful tranquillity, that he avoided inquiries and tried to assure himself that nothing particularly had happened; and he was only dissatisfied that her indisposition delayed their return to the country.
And he sat down again, paying no more attention to his daughter, who was reduced to tears.
The woman is a feisty one but her daughter is such a beauty I'm obliged to keep mommy alive for at least a short time until we are locked in the privacy of my refuge.
My youngest daughter is left behind.
"Are you ready, my daughter?" he called through the thick wooden door.
His looks and cold tone to his daughter seemed to say: There, you see?
The princess nodded to her daughter and sidled out of the room.
You must be the daughter who...
My daughter, the family gardener, only plants heirloom produce from non-hybrid seeds.
The question was whether he could ever bring himself to part from his daughter and give her to a husband.
"You must do as you please," said Prince Bolkonski, bowing to his daughter-in-law, "but she need not make a fool of herself, she's plain enough as it is."
The insult was the more pointed because it concerned not himself but another, his daughter, whom he loved more than himself.
The kidnapper was the child's mother, a drug addict, who no longer had custody and tried to spirit her daughter away.
Perhaps I'll utilize my secure room beneath the barn for the daughter while I interview the mother alone.
You may stay back with your daughter while I arrange the details.
Molly surely loves her mother but the relationship between mother and daughter is reversed.
She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.
"Alive or dead, their energy will feed you, daughter," her father said.
Darkyn's daughter appeared frail and gaunt, her skin a shade or two darker than the white pillow beneath her head.
If you use it for his daughter, dump it in her mouth yourself.
My daughter is coming for me to take me there.
He indicated a place beside him to his daughter-in-law.
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After Metivier's departure the old prince called his daughter in, and the whole weight of his wrath fell on her.
She had already married off her daughter, and her sons were all in the service.
She greeted the father and daughter with special politeness and showed them to the princess' room.
He did not mention this to his daughter, but Natasha noticed her father's nervousness and anxiety and felt mortified by it.
The old prince knew very well that he tormented his daughter and that her life was very hard, but he also knew that he could not help tormenting her and that she deserved it.
Does he think me a scoundrel, or an old fool who, without any reason, keeps his own daughter at a distance and attaches this Frenchwoman to himself?
His daughter placed chintz-covered down cushions for him to sit on and behind his back.
On seeing his daughter he moved his helpless lips and made a hoarse sound.
That I, the daughter of Prince Nicholas Bolkonski, asked General Rameau for protection and accepted his favor!
"My mistress, daughter of General in Chief Prince Nicholas Bolkonski who died on the fifteenth of this month, finding herself in difficulties owing to the boorishness of these people"--he pointed to the peasants--"asks you to come up to the house....
Prince Vasili, who of late very often forgot what he had said and repeated one and the same thing a hundred times, remarked to his daughter whenever he chanced to see her:
The countess went up to her daughter and touched her head with the back of her hand as she was wont to do when Natasha was ill, then touched her forehead with her lips as if to feel whether she was feverish, and finally kissed her.
And embracing her daughter, the countess began to weep for the first time.
Nicholas lowered his legs, rose, and took his daughter in his arms.
In her absence Nicholas allowed himself to give his little daughter a gallop round the room.
At tea all sat in their accustomed places: Nicholas beside the stove at a small table where his tea was handed to him; Milka, the old gray borzoi bitch (daughter of the first Milka), with a quite gray face and large black eyes that seemed more prominent than ever, lay on the armchair beside him; Denisov, whose curly hair, mustache, and whiskers had turned half gray, sat beside countess Mary with his general's tunic unbuttoned; Pierre sat between his wife and the old countess.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
Carmen and Destiny dressed mother/daughter style in red/green/yellow plaid blouses and hunter green jeans.
God is punishing my daughter for what you did.
At least he hadn't lied about the house... if it was actually his, and if the mother and daughter existed.
Giddon put his daughter to bed and then left the house.
What other reason would there be for telling his daughter not to discuss his occupation?
There could be a number of reasons that Sarah would welcome her as a daughter-in-law, not the least of which was the goings-on down that path.
Is his mother and daughter there?
Howie remained obsessed that he'd failed to nail the culprit and when he heard of this later case, he begged Quinn to take enough time away from his wife and new daughter for a single session.
Molly O'Malley was a pretty child, easily recognized as Julie's daughter with her long blond hair and beautiful eyes.
She kissed and hugged her daughter until I thought I'd have to pull them apart, but finally left in Howie's car for Boston and her flight.
Martha lifted her daughter from her crib, cuddled her briefly, and sat in a corner rocker.
Betsy and I moved away to give mother and daughter space.
There was a big blow up last evening... something about Annie, the daughter that died.
Then Ronnie got up and said how he and mom loved each other and how she still loved her daughter Annie and it sounded like my sister was her only child.
Julie called to talk to her daughter but after she spoke to Molly we talked.
According to Betsy, on the note Martha left, she said Quinn was coming back east to meet up with his wife and daughter and leave from here.
Her daughter is secure in the sealed room beneath the barn so it is only the two of us in my cabin.
Daughter, where are you coming from?
"Come, daughter," her father ordered.
"If you think to betray me, daughter, Jule dies," he warned for her ears only.
The daughter of her mate for eternity, who terrified her and ordered the slaughter of innocents.
Deidre wasn't certain if there was any affection for his daughter, though his persistence in healing her was a sign of either care or obligation.
In Joe's eyes, the sun rose and set on his eldest daughter Jen, who was a super achiever, pretty as spring, and a delight to be around.
Yesterday I had a foster daughter I loved like my own—today, what do I have?
Both lost their wives to cancer and I think my father was a tad jealous but pleased our marriage made his friend and his daughter both so happy.
What are the odds of her meeting this guy and being the daughter of his mine manager from twenty years earlier and a thousand miles away?
They released Patsy and the state took her daughter to try reuniting them.
Let the son marry the daughter, if both agree, and give them the treasure as a wedding portion.
With much love to father, Mildred, you and all the dear friends, lovingly your little daughter, HELEN A. KELLER.
He has another daughter, named Mildred, who knows Carrie.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
He wished to say something more, but at that moment Prince Vasili and his daughter got up to go and the two young men rose to let them pass.
"Papa," said his beautiful daughter in the same tone as before, "we shall be late."
"Well, Lelya?" he asked, turning instantly to his daughter and addressing her with the careless tone of habitual tenderness natural to parents who have petted their children from babyhood, but which Prince Vasili had only acquired by imitating other parents.
The road is not swept for the princess my daughter, but for a minister!
After dinner, he went to see his daughter-in-law.
The old prince was very affectionate and careful in his treatment of his daughter that morning.
Prince Vasili finds you to his taste as a daughter-in-law and makes a proposal to you on his pupil's behalf.
While father and son were having their explanation, the mother and daughter were having one not less important.
"Countess, I have done w'ong," Denisov went on in an unsteady voice, "but believe me, I so adore your daughter and all your family that I would give my life twice over..."
Speak! said she, turning to her mother, who was tenderly gazing at her daughter and in that contemplation seemed to have forgotten all she had wished to say.
"Allow me to introduce you to my daughter," said the countess, with heightened color.
"And who is this?" she asked her governess, peering into the face of her own daughter dressed up as a Kazan-Tartar.
At the beginning of winter Prince Nicholas Bolkonski and his daughter moved to Moscow.
Next day the prince did not say a word to his daughter, but she noticed that at dinner he gave orders that Mademoiselle Bourienne should be served first.
It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."
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The Franchino family is known by locals and savvy tourists for their love of music as well as great food and Franchino and his daughter have been known to be seen dancing with the customers any given night of the week.
Their oldest daughter, Lisa.
By the time they reached their daughter she was dead, with no one in sight.
Both of them, mother and daughter, out walking that bitch dog.
Our daughter just fainted.
I think he may have my wife and the daughter of the woman they just brought in.
My daughter, Yully, has had a trying few days.
He was a bartender where my daughter frequents.
It was the first time Darkyn ever brought his daughter up.
Her palms were sweaty at the thought of seeing Darkyn's daughter, but she wasn't certain why.
I remember the daughter, too.
A tall, stout, and proud-looking woman, with a round-faced smiling daughter, entered the drawing room, their dresses rustling.
"Now then, go away and take your monstrosity with you," said the mother, pushing away her daughter with pretended sternness, and turning to the visitor she added: "She is my youngest girl."
The only young people remaining in the drawing room, not counting the young lady visitor and the countess' eldest daughter (who was four years older than her sister and behaved already like a grown-up person), were Nicholas and Sonya, the niece.
And what a voice she has; though she's my daughter, I tell the truth when I say she'll be a singer, a second Salomoni!
"Yes, I was brought up quite differently," remarked the handsome elder daughter, Countess Vera, with a smile.
"Vera," she said to her eldest daughter who was evidently not a favorite, "how is it you have so little tact?
With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hardhearted men would have aroused.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
At the appointed hour the prince, powdered and shaven, entered the dining room.
The prince, who generally kept very strictly to social distinctions and rarely admitted even important government officials to his table, had unexpectedly selected Michael Ivanovich (who always went into a corner to blow his nose on his checked handkerchief) to illustrate the theory that all men are equals, and had more than once impressed on his daughter that Michael Ivanovich was "not a whit worse than you or I."
Nor did he say to himself: "Pierre is a rich man, I must entice him to marry my daughter and lend me the forty thousand rubles I need."
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 he again saw her not as the daughter of Prince Vasili, but visualized her whole body only veiled by its gray dress.
He had arranged this for himself so as to visit his neglected estates at the same time and pick up his son Anatole where his regiment was stationed, and take him to visit Prince Nicholas Bolkonski in order to arrange a match for him with the daughter of that rich old man.
Prince Vasili mimicked the sobbing of Sergey Kuzmich and at the same time his eyes glanced toward his daughter, and while he laughed the expression on his face clearly said: "Yes... it's getting on, it will all be settled today."
The old princess sighed sadly as she offered some wine to the old lady next to her and glanced angrily at her daughter, and her sigh seemed to say: "Yes, there's nothing left for you and me but to sip sweet wine, my dear, now that the time has come for these young ones to be thus boldly, provocatively happy."
She fancied a child, her own--such as she had seen the day before in the arms of her nurse's daughter--at her own breast, the husband standing by and gazing tenderly at her and the child.
He noticed the change in the little princess' dress, Mademoiselle Bourienne's ribbon, Princess Mary's unbecoming coiffure, Mademoiselle Bourienne's and Anatole's smiles, and the loneliness of his daughter amid the general conversation.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
Among the men who very soon became frequent visitors at the Rostovs' house in Petersburg were Boris, Pierre whom the count had met in the street and dragged home with him, and Berg who spent whole days at the Rostovs' and paid the eldest daughter, Countess Vera, the attentions a young man pays when he intends to propose.
He invited Prince Andrew to come and see them, and asked his daughter whether she was enjoying herself.
"Thank you... daughter dear!... for all, for all... forgive!... thank you!... forgive!... thank you!..." and tears began to flow from his eyes.
Thus the captain touchingly recounted the story of his love for a fascinating marquise of thirty-five and at the same time for a charming, innocent child of seventeen, daughter of the bewitching marquise.
The conflict of magnanimity between the mother and the daughter, ending in the mother's sacrificing herself and offering her daughter in marriage to her lover, even now agitated the captain, though it was the memory of a distant past.
"She is bringing me my daughter whom I have just saved from the flames," said he.
Princess Mary asked the countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and both parents gladly accepted this offer, for they saw their daughter losing strength every day and thought that a change of scene and the advice of Moscow doctors would be good for her.
And Nicholas, taking his little daughter in his strong hand, lifted her high, placed her on his shoulder, held her by the legs, and paced the room with her.
Natasha, who was sitting opposite to him with her eldest daughter on her lap, turned her sparkling eyes swiftly from her husband to the things he showed her.
This is my daughter, Tammy.
He has a daughter, but his wife must not live with him because he needs a sitter, she stammered.
Unfortunately, there is no one left alive to salute the LeBlanc and Betsy and I want our adopted daughter Claire to know she is fully a part of our lives.
I always told you, my daughter, that you were destined for greatness.
It was St. Natalia's day and the name day of two of the Rostovs--the mother and the youngest daughter--both named Nataly.
After dinner Speranski's daughter and her governess rose.
The countess herself and her handsome eldest daughter were in the drawing-room with the visitors who came to congratulate, and who constantly succeeded one another in relays.
"Marya Lvovna Karagina and her daughter!" announced the countess' gigantic footman in his bass voice, entering the drawing room.
"Vasili Dmitrich, I thank you for the honor," she said, with an embarrassed voice, though it sounded severe to Denisov--"but my daughter is so young, and I thought that, as my son's friend, you would have addressed yourself first to me.
On one of his foraging expeditions, in a deserted and ruined village to which he had come in search of provisions, Rostov found a family consisting of an old Pole and his daughter with an infant in arms.
But the countess pushed her daughter away and went up to her husband.
She was continually tormented by jealousy of her daughter, and now that jealousy concerned a subject near to her own heart, she could not reconcile herself to the idea.
The countess glanced at her daughter, saw her face full of shame for her mother, saw her agitation, and understood why her husband did not turn to look at her now, and she glanced round quite disconcerted.
He hurried to find the family of that civil servant in order to restore the daughter to her mother and go to save someone else.
Three. He killed the mother and father so there was no one to report their daughter missing, for nearly a week.
Now you've curled up and got warm, you daughter of a bitch! said Karataev, touching the dog that lay at his feet, and again turning over he fell asleep immediately.
Infuriated, the king disowns the honest daughter and gives the kingdom to the two deceptive daughters.