He could hear its footsteps.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
Being in front carried its responsibilities.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
The bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
He picked up a newspaper and snapped it open, his attention instantly captured by something he found in its crinkled pages.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
"Oh, there is no need of that," said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl.
Of course, the system only shapes decisions insofar as you take its guidance, which begs the question: Will people follow suggestions they may not fully understand?
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
"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.
At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely--that the tortoise got his spotted shell, or the shell-fish its mother-o'-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church?
"Very," said the dragonette, snapping its jaws.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
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Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
And yet, its little engine hummed along with a surprising lack of noise.
The unreaped corn was scorched and shed its grain.
The burning of Smolensk and its abandonment made an epoch in his life.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.
The black car sat outside the building with its trunk open.
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest.
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
Thanks to the strictness and assiduity of its commander the regiment, in comparison with others that had reached Braunau at the same time, was in splendid condition.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
Its wooden legs moved so fast that their twinkling could scarcely be seen, and although so much smaller than the cab-horse it covered the ground much faster.
Napoleon, after making the Cossack a present, had him set free like a bird restored to its native fields.
And she recalled in all its detail the night at Bald Hills before he had the last stroke, when with a foreboding of disaster she had remained at home against his will.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.
It darted back toward her, and she scrambled to get out of its path, tossing sand at it.
The actors of 1812 have long since left the stage, their personal interests have vanished leaving no trace, and nothing remains of that time but its historic results.
He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.
That familiar yet annoying pang of disappointment took its place.
Adrienne grabbed a large stainless steel spoon from its hanger on the wall and primped at her distorted reflection.
He leaped from his hiding place and clasped it round its neck.
Because its meaning has to be imputed, we have tended to describe it in terms of prior technologies—which, in many cases, understates its potential by many orders of magnitude.
Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.
In a word, every study had its obstacles.
He could hear its heavy breathing.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
An instant later the Tiger crouched and launched its huge body through the air swift and resistless as a ball from a cannon.
They heard a crunching, grinding sound, a loud snap, and the turn-table came to a stop with its broadest surface shutting off the path from which they had come.
But not far from Bald Hills he again came out on the road and overtook his regiment at its halting place by the dam of a small pond.
It is thought to have had its apex in Italy—in Venice, Florence, and Rome.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
She took the tin from his hand and opened its hinged lid.
A few minutes later another horse came by, its hooves clattering loudly above them.
Bordeaux cupped a hand over its muzzle, silencing the horse.
What we call "heart disease" will become hundreds of individual conditions each with its own cause and, hopefully, cure.
"If it had any bones, I ate them," replied the kitten, composedly, as it washed its face after the meal.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
And I think that helps explain why no one quite foresaw the rise of the Internet: because it doesn't have an offline corollary of its own.
Back in the old days (the 1980s), you only had data—say, the Yellow Pages with its list of restaurants.
It has 4,000,000K of memory—once again, a thousandfold increase over its predecessor.
Its social good, on average, is $2,000 a pan.
If someone writes a book in one country, does another country enforce the copyright within its borders?
The soil, it appears, is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it may now send its shoot upward also with confidence.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
Her beautiful eyes glanced askance at her husband's face, and her own assumed the timid, deprecating expression of a dog when it rapidly but feebly wags its drooping tail.
Another voice, from a man of medium height with clear blue eyes, particularly striking among all these drunken voices by its sober ring, cried from the window: "Come here; part the bets!"
Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.
With a wild neigh of terror the animal fell bodily into the pit, drawing the buggy and its occupants after him.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
"What brought you back?" was the next question, and Dorothy's eye rested on an antlered head hanging on the wall just over the fireplace, and caught its lips in the act of moving.
I have often held in my hand a little model of the Plymouth Rock which a kind gentleman gave me at Pilgrim Hall, and I have fingered its curves, the split in the centre and the embossed figures "1620," and turned over in my mind all that I knew about the wonderful story of the Pilgrims.
Once I went on a visit to a New England village with its frozen lakes and vast snow fields.
Even though her skin now had a healthy tan, the sun was doing its best to burn it.
He fired at another figure trying to force its way into the circle.
Bordeaux had been leading the horse along the ravine to spare its hooves, but it had been a risk that hadn't paid off.
Its windows will darken at your command; its air will be automatically purified.
Once a nation shows its willingness to seize foreign-owned property at will, foreign investors are reluctant to do business there again.
In its most basic form (which I'll discuss here for simplification's sake), it is a guarantee of a minimum income above the poverty line for every citizen.
They would say, If government is obligated to protect its citizens from a foreign invader, then it is obligated to protect them from a criminal.
Some stocks reliably pay dividends, portions of a corporation's profits paid out in cash to its shareholders.
I describe these three situations because each, in its own way, illustrates how I think the future will play out regarding income and wealth.
Somebody else—actually, a lot of somebody elses—worked really hard for a long time to build the United States and its freedoms.
While agriculture itself is a technology, it is, in its most basic form, extremely low tech.
The right is inseparable from its possessor.
Its greatest value cannot be hauled off.
That said, it also has its plus side.
History has rendered its judgment on such matters.
The Internet is still in its adolescence.
Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
It is wonderful how rapidly yet perfectly the sand organizes itself as it flows, using the best material its mass affords to form the sharp edges of its channel.
Not one of the plans Nicholas tried succeeded; the estate was sold by auction for half its value, and half the debts still remained unpaid.
His face again resumed its former stiff and cold expression.
And corresponding to the event its justification appears in people's belief that this was necessary for the welfare of France, for liberty, and for equality.
People ceased to kill one another, and this event was accompanied by its justification in the necessity for a centralization of power, resistance to Europe, and so on.
Today we have the Internet and all its associated technologies, vastly more versatile, almost infinite in possibility.
It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter.
The very globe continually transcends and translates itself, and becomes winged in its orbit.
Like some huge many-limbed animal, the regiment began to prepare its lair and its food.
It was seething in its depths.
Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels go round.
It was all they could do, for to go away and leave that strange sight was impossible; nor could they hurry its fall in any way.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
Then I will jump out and throw my arms around its neck and choke it to death.
His eyes clouded with belated concern and his voice lost its edge.
Its course down the cliff was marked by the cracking of limbs.
But that movement was, by its nature, backward looking.
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
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.
They went into the reception room familiar to Pierre, with two Italian windows opening into the conservatory, with its large bust and full length portrait of Catherine the Great.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
Granted that the majority are able at last either to own or hire the modern house with all its improvements.
The frightened fox scampered away as fast as it could; and Aristomenes followed, clinging to its tail.
Do this, or I will burn Rome and destroy all its people.
Just as he spoke, the ant lost its footing and fell to the ground.
The next minute it ran safely into its home, carrying its precious load.
He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws.
People from all parts of the world sent to it, to tell it their troubles and get its advice.
Its end led directly to the Cold War, which consumed inconceivable amounts of money and almost pushed the world to the brink of nuclear devastation.
Every time you buy a book from Amazon, its employees use your data—information about what you did on their site in the privacy of your own home—to try to sell other people more products.
A few years later, with the United States again at war, most of its top medical minds were engaged in the war effort.
So if its person-to-person transmission can be interrupted, it truly can be eradicated from the planet.
In the century leading up to its extermination, smallpox killed about 500,000,000 people.
Around 430 BC, Athens, embroiled in the Second Peloponnesian War, endured three years of epidemics that wiped out a third of its inhabitants.
Its makers had not conceived bupropion hydrochloride as a drug to help people quit smoking.
Let's look at this from its beginning.
They accurately described the construction of DNA as a double helix and showed how its structure made replication both possible and reliable.
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
We cannot only see our enemy but have deconstructed it to its very core.
It boggles the mind, especially when you consider that this science is in its infancy.
If you had access to a library, its stock of medical books and journals was very small.
All scientific material from the past is making its way online.
What we need to make its parts—iron ore to make steel, rubber to make tires, sand to make glass, petroleum to make plastics—is generally a few cents' worth of raw materials.
A genetically engineered tree that converts sunlight into fuel and then pumps the fuel through its roots to where it is needed.
They are able to produce widgets for ten cents, putting the Dollar Widget Company (with its unfortunate name) out of business.
You could finance the entire government and its (hopefully) noble agenda, by this method alone.
The company should insure its workers because if uninsured workers end up in the ER, the burden falls on society, not the company.
As technology enters its explosive period of growth, with the Internet and associated technologies flourishing in a Moore's-Law-like manner, it will create immense amounts of wealth.
So the problem must be that we have stretched the planet past its ability to feed its inhabitants, right?
This would be the case in a besieged city or a nation using the food supply to keep its citizenry in check.
If you love "Western medicine" and think all acupuncturists are "quacks," then you are not likely to heed (or even appreciate) your friend's well-meaning efforts to get you to drink your own urine for its health benefits.
This will produce extremely specific nutritional information for just you, will add years to your life, and will increase its quality as well.
And that fact is driven home by its generally low price in most locations.
Over the CCC's nine-year life, its workers planted nearly three billion trees, built eight hundred parks, and constructed roads in remote areas.
Eventually, the pea was as large as its genetic potential allowed it to be.
Because of its reliability, agriculture will become more like an exact science.
Yet even given its unnaturalness, transgenesis is profoundly good.
As noted previously, in the future much of what you do will leave a Digital Echo, a record of its occurrence, down to the very minutia of your life.
How would it not find its way to the poorest regions of the earth?
Since its founding in 2005, Kiva has loaned out nearly a quarter of a billion dollars and is repaid almost 99 percent of the time.
China pulled out all the stops, dividing its farmland into about twenty-five thousand collective farms with an average of five thousand households each.
It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the houses of its children ...
Notable examples exist, but the flow of history in this regard has rendered its verdict.
Russia, obligated by treaty to defend Serbia, mobilized its army.
With Britain in the war, its colonies and dominions joined in as well.
When you have visited a place, you will find it harder to advocate its destruction.
The United States contributes much to this, including its movies, products such as iPhones, and websites such as Google, YouTube, Twitter, Amazon, and eBay.
British music is known and loved around the world, as is its comedy and royalty.
One might have expected to find YouTube making its cameo in the earlier "communication" section, but I deliberately moved it here.
I do not think the importance of YouTube lies in its role as a communication method nor as a fundamentally new means of distribution of media.
Civilization, like technology, also compounds over time, as do its benefits.
Disease is a problem of technology; thus, its solution will be technological.
So while such an attack and its aftermath would not derail our eventual arrival at the next golden age, it quite possibly would delay it.
The government operating in its correct role is instrumental to civilization.
And most damaging, it can wage war and thereby siphon off wealth, technology, and the lives of its citizens.
As a government grows in size, even if the growth is in social programs, it inevitably grows in its intrusion on civil liberty.
The benefits of civilization—from wealth to individual liberty and self-determination, from better health to safety and peace—all outweigh what its proponents can offer.
And because it changed for the better, wondrously better, we can proudly claim our part in its forming.
It was Homer's requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.
Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.
Our life is like a German Confederacy, made up of petty states, with its boundary forever fluctuating, so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at any moment.
Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.
The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things.
A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and strawberry leaves are strewn about.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
To do things "railroad fashion" is now the byword; and it is worth the while to be warned so often and so sincerely by any power to get off its track.
What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery.
Sometimes one would circle round and round me in the woods a few feet distant as if tethered by a string, when probably I was near its eggs.
Even the sailor on the Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound never roused me from my slumbers.
After hoeing, or perhaps reading and writing, in the forenoon, I usually bathed again in the pond, swimming across one of its coves for a stint, and washed the dust of labor from my person, or smoothed out the last wrinkle which study had made, and for the afternoon was absolutely free.
Such is the color of its iris.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
It is well known that a large plate of glass will have a green tint, owing, as the makers say, to its "body," but a small piece of the same will be colorless.
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
But this small village, germ of something more, why did it fail while Concord keeps its ground?
Such then was its nature.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
In order to see how nearly I could guess, with this experience, at the deepest point in a pond, by observing the outlines of a surface and the character of its shores alone, I made a plan of White Pond, which contains about forty-one acres, and, like this, has no island in it, nor any visible inlet or outlet; and as the line of greatest breadth fell very near the line of least breadth, where two opposite capes approached each other and two opposite bays receded, I ventured to mark a point a short distance from the latter line, but still on the line of greatest length, as the deepest.
Even when cleft or bored through it is not comprehended in its entireness.
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
Ice has its grain as well as wood, and when a cake begins to rot or "comb," that is, assume the appearance of honeycomb, whatever may be its position, the air cells are at right angles with what was the water surface.
The largest pond is as sensitive to atmospheric changes as the globule of mercury in its tube.
When the warmer days come, they who dwell near the river hear the ice crack at night with a startling whoop as loud as artillery, as if its icy fetters were rent from end to end, and within a few days see it rapidly going out.
The whole cut impressed me as if it were a cave with its stalactites laid open to the light.
What makes this sand foliage remarkable is its springing into existence thus suddenly.
The overhanging leaf sees here its prototype.
Is not the hand a spreading palm leaf with its lobes and veins?
Its throes will heave our exuviae from their graves.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
But the wind slides eastward over its opaque surface in vain, till it reaches the living surface beyond.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore.
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;--or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?
Its pleadings will not bear to be stereotyped.
If they attack our center we, having the center battery on this high ground, shall withdraw the left flank under its cover, and retreat to the dip by echelons.
Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from the shed, and its tone was so sincere that he could not but listen.
Here it is! was seen even on Prince Bagration's hard brown face with its half-closed, dull, sleepy eyes.
Count Rostov approved of this suggestion, appreciating its reasonableness.
She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin.
The war of 1812, besides its national significance dear to every Russian heart, was now to assume another, a European, significance.
All this at the time seemed merely strange to Pierre: he felt he could not grasp its significance.
The presence and remarks of Willarski who continually deplored the ignorance and poverty of Russia and its backwardness compared with Europe only heightened Pierre's pleasure.
The more the plundering by the French continued, the more both the wealth of Moscow and the strength of its plunderers was destroyed.
But plundering by the Russians, with which the reoccupation of the city began, had an opposite effect: the longer it continued and the greater the number of people taking part in it the more rapidly was the wealth of the city and its regular life restored.
The house had escaped the fire; it showed signs of damage but its general aspect was unchanged.
Pierre looked again at the companion's pale, delicate face with its black eyes and peculiar mouth, and something near to him, long forgotten and more than sweet, looked at him from those attentive eyes.
"Yes, that was happiness," she then said in her quiet voice with its deep chest notes.
She caught the unfinished word in its flight and took it straight into her open heart, divining the secret meaning of all Pierre's mental travail.
The change that took place in Natasha at first surprised Princess Mary; but when she understood its meaning it grieved her.
The storm-tossed sea of European history had subsided within its shores and seemed to have become calm.
These questions, then as now, existed only for those who see nothing in marriage but the pleasure married people get from one another, that is, only the beginnings of marriage and not its whole significance, which lies in the family.
A blissful bright smile was fixed on the baby's broad face with its toothless open mouth.
But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.
As in every large household, there were at Bald Hills several perfectly distinct worlds which merged into one harmonious whole, though each retained its own peculiarities and made concessions to the others.
The questions put by these two kept the conversation from changing its ordinary character of gossip about the higher government circles.
In 1812 it reaches its extreme limit, Moscow, and then, with remarkable symmetry, a countermovement occurs from east to west, attracting to it, as the first movement had done, the nations of middle Europe.
But to know what can and what cannot be executed is impossible, not only in the case of Napoleon's invasion of Russia in which millions participated, but even in the simplest event, for in either case millions of obstacles may arise to prevent its execution.
The soldiers, of whom there are the most, form the lower section of the cone and its base.
But wherever it may turn there always will be the wave anticipating its movement.
The little company began its long journey.
The word is broad in its meaning and I use it in its broadest sense, as a mechanical device built to independently perform a task.
Its walls will be moveable by a professional, so it can be redesigned in a day.
The overall economic output of the planet, GWP (gross world product), will rise dramatically in the years to come, but its distribution will be quite skewed.
From our standpoint, the plant wastes all the rest of its energy on riotous living: growing roots and leaves, soaking up water, separating carbon molecules from oxygen ones.
For environmentalist organizations like Greenpeace to be against GMO in all its forms under all conditions does nothing at all to serve them or the constituencies they purport to represent.
It can lessen its enforcement of private property rights.
Its eyry now some cliffy cloud.
With planning and diligence, his business would be on its feet in a few years and she would be working in the pediatric ward at the hospital.
None of them were in clusters, such as villages or towns, but each had ample grounds of its own, with orchards and gardens surrounding it.
So the horse gave a groan, flopped its four wings all together, and flew away from the platform.
Ozma has it; for its powers won't work in a common, ordinary country like the United States.
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
Someday the computer program will lose its job, although I don't know to what.
Its delicate blossoms shrank from the slightest earthly touch; it seemed as if a tree of paradise had been transplanted to earth.
The sun had been under a cloud all day, and there had been brief showers; but suddenly the sun broke forth in all its southern splendour.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
But as soon as the prince had gone her face resumed its former cold, artificial expression.
Even a bird is smart enough to push the fledgling out of the nest when it fails to fly on its own.
The gaze lost its humor and he grimaced.
The top of its head was carved into a crown and the Wizard's bullet had struck it exactly in the left eye, which was a hard wooden knot.
Its cool year-round creek and rolling hills dotted with wild flowers filled her dreams at night – beckoned.
In her room, she dropped on the bed and threw her arms out, sinking into its softness.
She stared at the bath water, only mildly aware that it was losing its warmth.
The sun was trying to force its way through the curtains.
The stage came to a halt in front of the station, and people drifted by, satisfying their curiosity about its occupants.
A quail punctuated her statement with its crisp call.
He stood and returned the poker to its holder.
Closing her eyes against the bright sunlight, she absorbed its warmth.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
Somewhere in the distance, a Meadowlark called, its melodic song adding sweetness to the smell of wild roses.
Its legs were long and lean and its head was held low, ears erect.
Gradually winter released its grip and flowers erupted from the ground in celebration of spring.
Her face didn't loose its warmth and she gnawed at her lower lip.
The tension was paying its toll in another way.
Pulling back the covers on her bed, she slipped between the cool sheets and let exhaustion take its course.
A meadowlark pierced the silence with its sharp whistling song.
The fire flickered feebly, its passion curbed by time as well.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
A rabbit writhed in its claws, screaming in terror.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
I know people think I'm crazy, but I'd like to keep the ranch as near its natural state as possible.
If you opened the place up to tourists, the ranch would lose its purity... but it seems such a waste.
The baby was half his and he should be sharing equally in its financial needs.
The small kitchen showed signs of its past life, before the addition of a modern sink and electric stove.
The hot chocolate did its job, but not until well after five o'clock.
A police car raced by with its siren screaming.
I prefer not to cross state lines with my prizes, but Delaware is such a small state I'd left its boundary before I realized.
Let's say I'm passing on information but I'm close enough to vouch for its accuracy.
We considered letting nature take its course but we felt guilty in prolonging the family's agony.
We stumbled into an incredible gift that was bestowed on Howie and we couldn't live with ourselves or look at one another if we didn't embrace everything in our power to maximize its benefits.
Only Betsy was raised outside of New England and she easily bowed to our collective desires to remain within its six state bounds.
The paper is still touting its silly million dollar offer.
Its mission statement is to demand transparency after a crime is committed and to assure all efforts to nail the guilty party are being pursued.
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
At one time, a hotel, accommodating a hundred guests and stable for seventy-five horses, adorned its slopes.
My other venture, After, has registered its first major success.
It's a shame I don't have a little princess to lay to rest along its pristine shore.
Though I wouldn't have believed it two weeks ago, peace of sorts prevails at Econ Scrutiny and with the lives of its employees.
I told him we were trying to trace the electric bike by its model but asked about checking hospitals.
Her question startled me with its frankness.
He and I agreed it would operate totally on its own, unaware of our operation.
Just look at what Julie is doing in its name.
Quinn's sabbatical project lost its funding.
We're in adjoining rooms at a cheap motel that's not noted for its sound insulation.
Secondly, I realized when we began this venture; it would have its run and then be over.
I was growing to love this town, with its simple history, proud of its old homes and field stone fences, telling the world it was a place worth staying.
I glanced out in time to see it moving with its headlights off.
I dropped to the ground as he yanked the phone from its base and flung it across the room.
Behind him, to the far right, I could see the front door was off its hinges, wrested to a strange angle.
Prior to its construction, a school bus could only pass over it empty, necessitating the children to alight, walk, and rejoin their transportation of the far side.
I wasn't sure if the Pace Arrow motor home had vacated its site or simply was out for an afternoon jaunt.
I didn't know what to think when that police car rolled up with its lights blazing.
If I hadn't taken time to apply my sleeping solution to the rag, I'd have been in the process of taking them just as that police car with its flashing lights came rolling up!
As we braked to a stop, an ambulance pulled forward, its lights ablaze.
In desperation, I turned on the tape recorder which had run to its end.
She retreated to the couch and sat on its arm.
I found pieces of DNA on its teeth.
He thinks its weaponry or something.
Bianca pushed herself away, uncertain which terrified her more: Darian's meltdown or the fact he'd stopped the world in its place.
The storm was beautiful and terrifying in its paralyzed fury.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
The wind snapped free of its bonds, nearly tearing her from his grip with its first gust.
The world continued in its delayed movement, and they turned to watch the battling duo.
She opened her hand to reveal its contents, a marble.
The woman in his arms went still as he pressed its edge to her throat.
The gangly youth before him had dyed his hair from platinum back to its natural color of black.
Jonny snatched the vamp by its neck and slammed it down to the table.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
She willed the magic to hit its target.
The window overlooked the neighboring mountain, coated in white with clouds clinging to its peak.
"Jule, you don't understand what—" "I'm starting to understand," Jule said, temper at its limit.
The magic is at its strongest between dusk and midnight.
He couldn't yet understand the magic in his veins, unleashed by the vamp without any explanation of its depths.
Jule took her hand and led her through the large log house with its earthy décor.
The horse's eyes opened, and it lifted its muzzle over the top of the railing.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
Everything was overturned or shredded, from the furniture to the bookshelves to the TV lying on its face.
One of the monsters pulled off its head to reveal a man.
He put on his hood last and tucked its edges into his sweater.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
No one could find Damian's HQ unless they were on the guest list, or one of his Guardians revealed its location.
They entered a large neighborhood and drove the same few blocks a few times before stopping in front of a large adobe hacienda walled off from its neighbors.
He opened the box to reveal a man's platinum signet ring with the half-moon, half-sun, and arrow symbol neatly carved on its head.
The path wound its way downward, dumping them into a draw far enough away to be safe.
A look around her bedchamber with its black, stone walls, ceiling and floor revealed nothing remotely edible.
It wheezed, its body bent by time.
The small book it hefted made its stooped posture almost double over.
"What are you?" it asked in a voice as old as its leathery face.
She took its arm and helped him up.
Its breathing was labored, and it sighed when they reached its chair.
A bad deal by a deity or its mate will ruin the universe.
One smiled coldly, revealing its sharpened teeth, while another was the first to take a step towards her.
Cool energy worked its way into her.
The world around her was dark around its edges.
Like her other thoughts, this one escaped before she was able to understand its meaning.
Darkyn was like a housecat that dragged in beheaded birds and left them in the middle of the floor for its owner.
Darkyn gave her the power to seduce without the knowledge on how to turn off its effects, if it was even possible.
Its effect was immediate.
The only other soul she'd touched had told her its life story in a blink of the eye, terrifying her.
The single cone of light flickered on the dripping stone, casting yellow dancing goblins in its shadowy glow as the pair stumbled forward.
The Fourth of July, with its old-fashioned local celebrations and guaranteed full house was but a week away.
While Bird Song fed its guests only breakfast, there was always fresh fruit available and the management triumvirate ate heartily of nature's stores.
The clothing was obviously quite old and now that it was out of its container, reeked of dampness and dirt.
The Dawkinses aren't fighting over this place because of its accessibility.
"Only its beauty," Cynthia said.
His heart began to slow its impossible race.
The tumultuous storm was beginning to lose some of its fury.
Dean couldn't think of any reason not to confirm its authenticity to the old man and did so.
Fred, with the help of his cadre of lady friends, was the one person who had the best shot of producing further information on the family and its history.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
I hereby bequeath to you my shopping cart and all its contents.
That was its value to him.
The level of interest everyone is showing in some remote acreage is all out of whack, given its questionable value.
The parade, with its smiles, applause, and balloons, was over in a half hour.
While Dean enjoyed the spectacle of the exciting contest, he harbored no envy toward its participants.
Its arrival pre-dated theirs, as it would have passed them back in the basin.
The vehicle stopped, its high beams blinding him.
He followed the gouged earth where the vehicle had ripped its path downward.
The rough track he followed ceased to exist, as if the vehicle had become airborne in its terrible fall.
Dean crawled on his hands and knees, peering under the vehicle for Billy's young girlfriend but there was no one else, only a liquor bottle—unlike its victim, unbroken.
A tow truck had already arrived and its flashing lights competed with a half dozen others while at least a dozen people moved about, with most of their activity directed downward.
The Jeep was upside down, on its roll bar.
As the sun climbed over the mountains, it spread its glow across the snow still nestled in the cracks and crevices above him.
He sprinted, geared down, and just lolled along, experimenting with his body's reaction to the various phases and ultimately pleased with its response to his multiple tests.
The mine's like a thousand other holes in the ground—it's outlived its time.
It is an arduous race, for only the fittest, yet the race is always booked early to its maximum.
Lydia Larkin spun out of the meadow in a cloud of dust, leaving Dean to await its dissipation before following in his open vehicle.
Two blocks away, the patrol car struck a van backing out from its diagonal parking space in front of the toy store.
He had no right to invade the privacy of her bedroom either, in spite of having been invited into its sanctum on his previous visit.
He had seen Lydia's bloodstained apartment and witnessed its disrupted condition.
But as many times as David Dean considered picking up the telephone, it remained snuggled in its cradle unless Cynthia was answering it.
Dean crossed his fingers that bureaucracy would take some time in unsnarling its spaghetti of red tape and Martha would remain in a back corner of their interest.
The couple strolled down Seventh Street to the bridge that crossed the Uncompahgre River as it spilled its way down from the mountains.
A tow-haired boy happily dropped a Marlboro cigarette box in the churning water and then ran downstream to monitor its progress.
They continued to watch as the children began tossing small stones at their floating treasure, trying to halt its progress, when the sound of a horn startled them.
When told of the happenings at her mine, she said she would consider changing its name—it hadn't been "lucky" for anyone.
At least the challenge and its terms were almost fair.
She held up the bag by its string.
Fascinated by the cool, smooth texture of its shell, she bumped into the counter.
Gabriel reached the end of the assassins and turned to gaze at the lake with its souls.
Her plan had been near its finale.
Property ownership certainly had its problems.
He slipped the rifle out of its boot and led the way through the underbrush.
Until that was done, the back 80 and its proximity were off limits to all of them.
Glancing around to make sure Destiny was still safely in the little pen inside the barn, she pulled the phone from its holster on her side and called Alex.
Destiny touched its soft furry body and stubby ears.
They stayed in the barn for a while, watching as the foal took its first steps, and finally found the milk supply.
Extracting the cell phone from its sheath, she dialed Alex.
With shaking fingers, Carmen plucked the cell-phone from its pouch and dialed 911.
It was true, if not complete in its information.
Finally he reached out to return the brush to its holder.
The off-the-shoulder style with its white lace made the most of her newly acquired tan, and the shiny black belt and full skirt made her waist look small.
And yet, her heart had increased its rate and demand so that she must breath.
Slowly a smile worked its way across his mouth, bringing warmth to her face.
As one problem worked itself out, another always seemed to take its place.
The old house with its dark blank windows was eerie.
As she approached the barn, it was obvious that the door had been torn off its hinges.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
He booted it with his toe while holding the rifle at its head.
When the fear finally subsided, in its wake was a fierce determination.
If its contents were like the reports she'd seen in the past, it would be full medical nonsense.
What kind of deity added a smiley face to its messages?
Instead of pointing to the four directions, its edges were lined with ancient symbols he took to be writing from the time-before-time.
He'd watched Rhyn and Katie's relationship unfold from its rocky beginning, when Katie inadvertently rescued Rhyn from his sentence in Hell.
It couldn't deny its master.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
It denied entrance to its own master.
It cannot purposely kill its mate.
The phone was ringing from its place in his jeans pocket.
She emerged from the kitchen with a tray laden with coffee and its accoutrements, a slice of pie and water.
Tamer dropped onto his knees and held out two compasses: the original and a second without the wear of time around its edges.
The hands spun several times while the icons around its edges glowed, danced and finally settled back in place.
Reluctantly, he walked up the sloping hill and to the door that opened automatically for its master, unlike the portal home.
Wynn's soul was an official debt she incurred, and Death would do its duty and repay.
Beyond its yawning mouth, she saw what looked like yellow doorways glowing.
Deidre watched him retrieve his sword and replace it in its sheath.
She put her cell phone on its charger and explored the house, admiring his taste in everything from furniture to paintings to simple décor.
Its edges were gilded with gold marking a lazy geometric design across the marble.
It was so easy to agree and sink into his strength, let the scent of dark chocolate work its way into her skin as his hands moved over her.
The main difference between the penthouse and its contents and her own life: she'd never been able to afford anything remotely as expensive or nice.
I plan on restoring its life as well.
Her life was about to enter its next phase of the nightmare.
Its colors rippled and changed before the flower bent and delicate wings spread apart, revealing a creature that was surely a fairy.
Keeping her away with one hand, he dumped its contents into the sink.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
His anger surprised her with its intensity, and she judged from Ully's reaction that seeing the lord and master pissed was not something the good-natured mad scientist wanted anything to do with.
Its tongue flickered out as it rolled the human.
Gently, the healer began its trade.
"N…no!" the healer replied, agitation crossing its features.
It said nothing more but ducked its head and began to clean the human with its long tongue, shuddering at each lick.
The healer pulled her into its arms, his gaze flickering around again.
"You brought much blood," the creature said, its voice trembling a little with excitement.
Its voice was hoarse, and it spoke with a small lisp.
Aside from its large, glowing green eyes, the creature appeared near-human with a lean body covered in some sort of leather jumper.
Its skin was porcelain pale, as if it never saw sunlight.
The creature looked confused but shifted from its guarded crouch to a kneeling position.
Its occupant stared back at her with glowing silver eyes.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
Lankha retrieved a small satchel from its bed and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her feet, withdrawing small vials and balled gauze.
Lankha licked its lips in satisfaction.
She feared asking more and braced herself when it took one foot in its hand.
Its touched eased the heat and pain.
The beast across the hall roared and threw itself against its prison.
She couldn't see what was there but knew it was on its way to get her.
He led her through a fortress too ancient for her to date, its blackened walls and well-worn stones massive and thick.
Its snugness drew her eyes to his crotch and lean thighs.
When there was silence, she felt the beast approach her, its bloodied fangs at the same level as her head.
He walked through the town to a large bed and breakfast near its edge.
It flashed, silver glinting off its graceful curve.
She'd grown up never having seen death, and in the past week, she'd seen it in its most gruesome forms.
She crawled over him and snatched it, wiping its blade on her clothes before she hesitated.
The sound of waves rushing the shore and the firm sand beneath his feet indicated its location a few yards from them.
At least, that was her first impression of the eight- by-eight room with its steel-framed bed, simple mattress, and no furniture.
She tugged the heavy door open by its old iron handle and gazed into a large square of grass, a courtyard, around which many similar rooms with heavy doors were arranged.
For all other immortals, they get only one shot at a mate in its life cycle.
Rhyn watched her, unmoving, like a predator watches its prey.
She grabbed the moisturizer and its cleansing counterpart and eye moisturizer.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
The shadow world swallowed her in its fog.
Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power.
He wiped the bloodied knife on its pelt and straightened, meeting her gaze.
He clenched the pouch with its gems.
He walked a familiar path to a graveyard so old, not even legends remained about its location or the importance of those buried there.
The spacious kitchen reminded her of Ully.s lab with its landscape of stainless steel.
The jaguar launched itself at the child, and Toby.s scream shattered the quiet morning as its jaw clamped on his arm.
Toby began to panic and pull, and the jaguar lowered itself farther to the ground, planting its back legs and jerking the boy towards the forest.
The jaguar winced but kept its grip, and Toby.s blood turned the snow beneath them red.
Rhyn tossed the demon against the wall with enough power to break its back.
He sensed the demon.s pain behind its attempt at a chipper tone.
The forest is full of demons out for Sasha.s head, and the Dark One may be sending more of its creatures.
He straddled the chair and rested his forearms on its back.
Rather than join them, she paced the hall before following it to its end and ascending to the roof.
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