He took a step toward her.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
He shouted at Pete, and ran toward Cassie.
"Why, they are driving us toward the Black Pit, into which they threatened to cast us," replied the kitten.
I slipped from my mother's lap and almost ran toward them.
They both left the lounge and started down the hall toward the desk.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
Toward what place was the eagle flying when you last saw it?
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
He mounted and rode toward Semenovsk.
A slow song began as he moved toward her.
Pulling his Winchester from a boot attached to the side of the wagon, he walked toward her.
If my reasoning elsewhere in this book is correct, we are moving toward a future where there will be nothing but healthy, well-developed, rich countries with modern infrastructure.
This works toward maximizing the utility that item can bring to someone. eBay is not alone in this regard.
He nodded toward Destiny.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
The bay's ears were perked toward the wash below them.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
It would, I think, be hard to make her feel just how to pronounce DICTIONARY without her erring either toward DICTIONAYRY or DICTION'RY, and, of course the word is neither one nor the other.
This was toward the end of summer.
"Probably," said Prince Andrew moving toward the outer door.
He turned the car toward the Spencer home.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
This man rode toward Balashev at a gallop, his plumes flowing and his gems and gold lace glittering in the bright June sunshine.
Toward dusk the cannonade began to subside.
Finally his gaze found Carmen as they walked toward the car.
"Mostly," Felipa said as she turned toward the kitchen.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
She waved a hand at the house and leaned toward Carmen.
She rolled toward him as he lay down and sighed contentedly as she snuggled against him.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Snaking her upper torso over the back of the seat, she began to shift her weight toward the back of the car.
She took a step toward him and called out.
She wiped clammy hands on her pants and moved toward the horse.
Horse and rider plunged down the side of the dune toward them.
She crawled toward the sound and snuggled up to his warm body.
She said something to him softly, leaning toward him seductively.
With long strides, he started toward her, pushing his way through the crowd.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
Brave men left their homes and hurried toward Boston.
It was coming toward him.
These countries, particularly in the Balkans, were often small and tended toward war.
Because young people generally understand and utilize technology better than older people, we will see a shift in power and influence toward the young.
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
See, here's an officer jammed in too-- different voices were saying in the crowd, as the men looked at one another, and all pressed toward the exit from the bridge.
Everyone turned toward him.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
Alex put the paper down and turned toward her, sliding an arm behind her on the back of the couch.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
His movements were deliberate as he walked toward her - as if he were measuring every word he was about to say.
She leaned toward him, smiling up at him suggestively.
"Soon," she replied as she turned toward the hallway.
Allen walked toward the door, his attention divided between Howard and Lisa.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
Someone was walking down the hall toward them.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
The crowd had dispersed, so they turned toward the only hotel in town.
The two men talked for a few minutes and then one rider turned his bay horse toward the wagons.
Her knees were weak, but her legs finally obeyed as she turned back toward the hotel.
She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.
The girl, greatly astonished, ran to lean over the edge of the roof, and saw the man walking rapidly through the air toward the ground.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
The people of Mangaboo now formed themselves into a procession and marched toward the glass city to escort their new ruler to her palace and to perform those ceremonies proper to the occasion.
With this he began walking in the air toward the high openings, and Dorothy and Zeb followed him.
An instant later he suddenly backed toward the crowd of Mangaboos and kicked out his hind legs as hard as he could.
The travellers now resumed their walk toward the cottage, which they presently reached.
The main point, however, was that they flew, and flew swiftly, if a bit unevenly, toward the rock for which they had headed.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
He looked over toward Boston.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
Soon, at the head of a very great army, he marched toward the city which had once been his home.
So, do not be ungrateful, but sing His praises and thank Him for his goodness toward you.
"It was flying toward the Black Mountains," answered the merchant.
We often see other technologies race toward a point and then stop growing along that axis.
As we move toward that future, it is a great tragedy that the experiences of all the people of the past are lost to us.
As we start heading toward this world without want, there will be sizable disruptions in the normal fabric of life.
What else has been achieved in our march toward civilization?
As the poorest nations become wealthier, they too will grow less and less inclined toward war.
Since the poorest nations will improve their financial conditions indefinitely, this is a long-term trend toward peace.
What I am saying is that as more factors align toward peace, peace becomes ever more the better economic option.
Better communication is a huge step toward peace.
I hope that along the way you thought of a few I missed, a few trends or developments that lead toward peace.
We are heading toward that, which makes progress ever more certain.
Then I showed her the doll and spelled the word again, holding the doll toward her as I held the cake.
I made the signs that she had used when she wished me to go for the cake, and pushed her toward the door.
When she had finished, she threw it on the floor and ran toward the door.
The attitude of the child toward his books should be that of unconscious receptivity.
It is true rather that she has a special aptitude for thinking, and her leaning toward language is due to the fact that language to her meant life.
The low shrub oak plateau to which the opposite shore arose stretched away toward the prairies of the West and the steppes of Tartary, affording ample room for all the roving families of men.
He sawed a channel in the ice toward the shore, and hauled it over and along and out on to the ice with oxen; but, before he had gone far in his work, he was surprised to find that it was wrong end upward, with the stumps of the branches pointing down, and the small end firmly fastened in the sandy bottom.
But to return toward Lincoln.
They passed over the pond toward Fair Haven, seemingly deterred from settling by my light, their commodore honking all the while with a regular beat.
Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox; and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the Baker Farm.
Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.
At one rod from the shore its greatest fluctuation, when observed by means of a level on land directed toward a graduated staff on the ice, was three quarters of an inch, though the ice appeared firmly attached to the shore.
It took a short siesta at noon, and boomed once more toward night, as the sun was withdrawing his influence.
Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.
How does it become a man to behave toward this American government to-day?
Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the Church, and commanded me to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose preaching my father attended, but never I myself.
Sonya, muttering to herself, kept looking round toward the drawing-room door.
Everyone again looked toward the door, which creaked as the second princess went in with the drink she had prepared according to Lorrain's instructions.
"Yes, yes, of course," interrupted Prince Vasili impatiently, rubbing his bald head and angrily pulling back toward him the little table that he had pushed away.
"Wants to turn on the other side," whispered the servant, and got up to turn the count's heavy body toward the wall.
"The third, I said the third!" cried the prince abruptly, pushing the letter away, and leaning his elbows on the table he drew toward him the exercise book containing geometrical figures.
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.
Princess Mary had turned toward her brother, and through her tears the loving, warm, gentle look of her large luminous eyes, very beautiful at that moment, rested on Prince Andrew's face.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
"Commander in Chief Kutuzov?" said the newly arrived general speaking quickly with a harsh German accent, looking to both sides and advancing straight toward the inner door.
Excited and irritated by these thoughts Prince Andrew went toward his room to write to his father, to whom he wrote every day.
Another hussar also rushed toward the horse, but Bondarenko had already thrown the reins of the snaffle bridle over the horse's head.
"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes.
"Heaven only knows what the people here may imagine," muttered Telyanin, taking up his cap and moving toward a small empty room.
Kutuzov fell back toward Vienna, destroying behind him the bridges over the rivers Inn (at Braunau) and Traun (near Linz).
The eyes of all the soldiers turned toward the women, and while the vehicle was passing at foot pace all the soldiers' remarks related to the two young ones.
The black, hairy, snub-nosed face of Vaska Denisov, and his whole short sturdy figure with the sinewy hairy hand and stumpy fingers in which he held the hilt of his naked saber, looked just as it usually did, especially toward evening when he had emptied his second bottle; he was only redder than usual.
The infantry in their blue uniforms advanced toward the bridge at a run.
To be so sent meant not only a reward but an important step toward promotion.
"Where are you off to?" he said suddenly to Prince Andrew who had risen and was going toward his room.
Prince Andrew moved toward the door from whence voices were heard.
With his left hand he drew Bagration toward him, and with his right, on which he wore a ring, he made the sign of the cross over him with a gesture evidently habitual, offering his puffy cheek, but Bagration kissed him on the neck instead.
Kutuzov repeated and went toward his carriage.
The French, the spy reported, having crossed the Vienna bridge, were advancing by forced marches toward Znaim, which lay sixty-six miles off on the line of Kutuzov's retreat.
Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up, he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men coming toward him.
The general in command of the infantry went toward his horse with jerky steps, and having mounted drew himself up very straight and tall and rode to the Pavlograd commander.
"Ah, here are people coming," he thought joyfully, seeing some men running toward him.
He seized his pistol and, instead of firing it, flung it at the Frenchman and ran with all his might toward the bushes.
Something always drew him toward those richer and more powerful than himself and he had rare skill in seizing the most opportune moment for making use of people.
From that day the eldest princess quite changed toward Pierre and began knitting a striped scarf for him.
Like the others, Anna Pavlovna Scherer showed Pierre the change of attitude toward him that had taken place in society.
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."
And she saw Mademoiselle Bourienne, with her ribbon and pretty face, and her unusually animated look which was fixed on him, but him she could not see, she only saw something large, brilliant, and handsome moving toward her as she entered the room.
Prince Andrew, who liked to help young men, was flattered by being asked for his assistance and being well disposed toward Boris, who had managed to please him the day before, he wished to do what the young man wanted.
This short man nodded to Dolgorukov as to an intimate friend and stared at Prince Andrew with cool intensity, walking straight toward him and evidently expecting him to bow or to step out of his way.
Toward evening Dolgorukov came back, went straight to the Tsar, and remained alone with him for a long time.
Rostov, still looking round toward the fires and the shouts, rode with the sergeant to meet some mounted men who were riding along the line.
The cause of the confusion was that while the Austrian cavalry was moving toward our left flank, the higher command found that our center was too far separated from our right flank and the cavalry were all ordered to turn back to the right.
Part of the Russian force had already descended into the valley toward the ponds and lakes and part were leaving these Pratzen Heights which he intended to attack and regarded as the key to the position.
He saw over the mist that in a hollow between two hills near the village of Pratzen, the Russian columns, their bayonets glittering, were moving continuously in one direction toward the valley and disappearing one after another into the mist.
The marshals, accompanied by adjutants, galloped off in different directions, and a few minutes later the chief forces of the French army moved rapidly toward those Pratzen Heights which were being more and more denuded by Russian troops moving down the valley to their left.
Having by a great effort got away to the left from that flood of men, Kutuzov, with his suite diminished by more than half, rode toward a sound of artillery fire near by.
Having forced his way out of the crowd of fugitives, Prince Andrew, trying to keep near Kutuzov, saw on the slope of the hill amid the smoke a Russian battery that was still firing and Frenchmen running toward it.
In front he saw our artillerymen, some of whom were fighting, while others, having abandoned their guns, were running toward him.
A handful of men came galloping toward him.
He had not ridden many hundred yards after that before he saw to his left, across the whole width of the field, an enormous mass of cavalry in brilliant white uniforms, mounted on black horses, trotting straight toward him and across his path.
Toward evening he ceased moaning and became quite still.
Toward morning all these dreams melted and merged into the chaos and darkness of unconciousness and oblivion which in the opinion of Napoleon's doctor, Larrey, was much more likely to end in death than in convalescence.
My treasure! and Prokofy, trembling with excitement, rushed toward the drawing-room door, probably in order to announce him, but, changing his mind, came back and stooped to kiss the young man's shoulder.
Natasha, after she had pulled him down toward her and covered his face with kisses, holding him tight by the skirt of his coat, sprang away and pranced up and down in one place like a goat and shrieked piercingly.
Sonya too, all rosy red, clung to his arm and, radiant with bliss, looked eagerly toward his eyes, waiting for the look for which she longed.
Rostov ran toward him and said something.
Pierre, hardly restraining his sobs, began running toward Dolokhov and was about to cross the space between the barriers, when Dolokhov cried:
Pierre leaped up from the sofa and rushed staggering toward her.
"I'll kill you!" he shouted, and seizing the marble top of a table with a strength he had never before felt, he made a step toward her brandishing the slab.
"Nataly," he said, moving with rapid steps toward her, "decide my fate.
Pierre flushed and, hurriedly putting his legs down from the bed, bent forward toward the old man with a forced and timid smile.
Willarski, stepping toward him, said something to him in French in an undertone and then went up to a small wardrobe in which Pierre noticed garments such as he had never seen before.
With bated breath and beating heart he moved toward the Rhetor (by which name the brother who prepared a seeker for entrance into the Brotherhood was known).
On seeing this, Pierre moved forward with his breast toward the swords, meaning them to pierce it.
"It is the sword of Frederick the Great which I..." she began, but Hippolyte interrupted her with the words: "Le Roi de Prusse..." and again, as soon as all turned toward him, excused himself and said no more.
It became particularly animated toward the end of the evening when the rewards bestowed by the Emperor were mentioned.
It was evident that Prince Andrew's ironical tone toward the pilgrims and Princess Mary's helpless attempts to protect them were their customary long-established relations on the matter.
Toward ten o'clock the men servants rushed to the front door, hearing the bells of the old prince's carriage approaching.
Having got warm in his corner, he fell asleep and did not leave the hut till toward evening.
Rostov, in common with the whole army from which he came, was far from having experienced the change of feeling toward Napoleon and the French- -who from being foes had suddenly become friends--that had taken place at headquarters and in Boris.
Very glad, very glad to see you, he said, however, coming toward him with a smile.
The Emperor said a few words to him and took a step toward his horse.
"Will Your Majesty allow me to consult the colonel?" said Alexander and took a few hasty steps toward Prince Kozlovski, the commander of the battalion.
Napoleon merely laid the cross on Lazarev's breast and, dropping his hand, turned toward Alexander as though sure that the cross would adhere there.
But apparently the coachman's sympathy was not enough for Peter, and he turned on the box toward his master.
Arakcheev turned his head toward him without looking at him.
Arakcheev's eyes turned toward him.
"Oh, is it you, Prince, who have freed your serfs?" said an old man of Catherine's day, turning contemptuously toward Bolkonski.
To Bolkonski so many people appeared contemptible and insignificant creatures, and he so longed to find in someone the living ideal of that perfection toward which he strove, that he readily believed that in Speranski he had found this ideal of a perfectly rational and virtuous man.
This first long conversation with Speranski only strengthened in Prince Andrew the feeling he had experienced toward him at their first meeting.
And so toward the end of the year he went abroad to be initiated into the higher secrets of the order.
I caught myself harboring a feeling of hatred toward him which I vainly tried to overcome.
He looked round more frequently toward her, and broke off in what he was saying.
It seemed that in this company the insignificance of those people was so definitely accepted that the only possible attitude toward them was one of good humored ridicule.
Toward midnight, after he had left the countess' apartments, he was sitting upstairs in a shabby dressing gown, copying out the original transaction of the Scottish lodge of Freemasons at a table in his low room cloudy with tobacco smoke, when someone came in.
Could he be to blame toward her, or could her father, whom she knew loved her in spite of it all, be unjust?
It was frosty and the air was sharp, but toward evening the sky became overcast and it began to thaw.
Another borzoi, a dog, catching sight of his master from the garden path, arched his back and, rushing headlong toward the porch with lifted tail, began rubbing himself against his legs.
"Look out!" he shouted, in a voice plainly showing that he had long fretted to utter that word, and letting the borzois slip he galloped toward the count.
The wolf paused, turned its heavy forehead toward the dogs awkwardly, like a man suffering from the quinsy, and, still slightly swaying from side to side, gave a couple of leaps and with a swish of its tail disappeared into the skirt of the wood.
At the same instant, with a cry like a wail, first one hound, then another, and then another, sprang helter-skelter from the wood opposite and the whole pack rushed across the field toward the very spot where the wolf had disappeared.
Again he looked to the right and saw something running toward him across the deserted field.
Suddenly the wolf's whole physiognomy changed: she shuddered, seeing what she had probably never seen before--human eyes fixed upon her--and turning her head a little toward Rostov, she paused.
But, coming toward him, he saw hounds and a huntsman galloping almost straight at the wolf.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
He rode in angry agitation toward him, firmly grasping his whip and fully prepared to take the most resolute and desperate steps to punish his enemy.
Hardly had he passed an angle of the wood before a stout gentleman in a beaver cap came riding toward him on a handsome raven-black horse, accompanied by two hunt servants.
"And suppose they outdo my Milka at once!" he thought as he rode with "Uncle" and Ilagin toward the hare.
"How is it pointing?" asked Nicholas, riding a hundred paces toward the whip who had sighted the hare.
Toward evening Ilagin took leave of Nicholas, who found that they were so far from home that he accepted "Uncle's" offer that the hunting party should spend the night in his little village of Mikhaylovna.
"Nastasya Ivanovna, what sort of children shall I have?" she asked the buffoon, who was coming toward her in a woman's jacket.
She ran rapidly toward him.
Sonya was unhappy at the separation from Nicholas and still more so on account of the hostile tone the countess could not help adopting toward her.
He was only quite at ease when having poured several glasses of wine mechanically into his large mouth he felt a pleasant warmth in his body, an amiability toward all his fellows, and a readiness to respond superficially to every idea without probing it deeply.
On seeing Natasha Pierre grew animated and, hastily passing between the rows, came toward their box.
During this act every time Natasha looked toward the stalls she saw Anatole Kuragin with an arm thrown across the back of his chair, staring at her.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
Natasha remarked to her father who had also risen and was moving through the crowd toward the actress.
Natasha looked round at her, and then, red and trembling, threw a frightened look of inquiry at Anatole and moved toward the door.
Natasha kept looking uneasily at everybody with wide-open eyes, as if wishing to intercept every glance directed toward her, and tried to appear the same as usual.
"Do not think, however," she wrote, "that my father is ill-disposed toward you.
Sonya did not succumb to the tender tone Natasha used toward her.
On entering the room now he crossed himself, turning toward the front corner of the room, and went up to Dolokhov, holding out a small, black hand.
Toward midnight she went to Natasha's room fingering the key in her pocket.
Pierre, taking him by the arm, pulled him toward himself and was leading him from the room.
Any letters? he said, moving toward Anatole.
She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrew was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha's faithlessness.
They were moving toward the door.
They had hardly ridden up a hill, past a tavern, before they saw a group of horsemen coming toward them.
Balashev was only two horses' length from the equestrian with the bracelets, plumes, necklaces, and gold embroidery, who was galloping toward him with a theatrically solemn countenance, when Julner, the French colonel, whispered respectfully: "The King of Naples!"
The uhlans started, the streamers on their spears fluttering, and trotted downhill toward the French cavalry which was seen below to the left.
He touched his horse, gave the word of command, and immediately, hearing behind him the tramp of the horses of his deployed squadron, rode at full trot downhill toward the dragoons.
She noticed this and attributed it to his general kindness and shyness, which she imagined must be the same toward everyone as it was to her.
When they prayed for those who love us, she prayed for the members of her own family, her father and mother and Sonya, realizing for the first time how wrongly she had acted toward them, and feeling all the strength of her love for them.
Will he not always have a bitter feeling toward me?
But the farther he went and the more his attention was diverted by the ever-increasing crowds moving toward the Kremlin, the less he remembered to walk with the sedateness and deliberation of a man.
Several people were sorry for Petya, and suddenly a crowd turned toward him and pressed round him.
Suddenly the sound of a firing of cannon was heard from the embankment, to celebrate the signing of peace with the Turks, and the crowd rushed impetuously toward the embankment to watch the firing.
The people, with Petya among them, rushed toward the balcony.
Having baited the horses twice on the way, he arrived at the town toward evening on the fourth of August.
He went out into the street: two men were running past toward the bridge.
Each day fleecy clouds floated across the sky and occasionally veiled the sun, but toward evening the sky cleared again and the sun set in reddish-brown mist.
A group of bareheaded peasants was approaching across the meadow toward the prince.
A large crowd of militiamen and domestics were moving toward her, and in their midst several men were supporting by the armpits and dragging along a little old man in a uniform and decorations.
But she remembered too how he had changed of late toward Mademoiselle Bourienne and could not bear to see her, thereby showing how unjust were the reproaches Princess Mary had mentally addressed to her.
Toward midnight the voices began to subside, a cock crowed, the full moon began to show from behind the lime trees, a fresh white dewy mist began to rise, and stillness reigned over the village and the house.
At that moment, on the road leading from the big house, two women and a man in a white hat were seen coming toward the officers.
"The one in pink is mine, so keep off!" said Ilyin on seeing Dunyasha running resolutely toward him.
And bowing respectfully, as if to a lady of royal blood, he moved toward the door.
Without considering what he would do he moved unconciously with quick, resolute steps toward the crowd.
"Well, that's all!" said Kutuzov as he signed the last of the documents, and rising heavily and smoothing out the folds in his fat white neck he moved toward the door with a more cheerful expression.
"You will, of course, command it yourself?" said Julie, directing a sly, sarcastic glance toward the militia officer.
"On the contrary, things seem satisfactory, ma cousine," said Pierre in the bantering tone he habitually adopted toward her, always feeling uncomfortable in the role of her benefactor.
He was driving toward Pierre in a covered gig, sitting beside a young surgeon, and on recognizing Pierre he told the Cossack who occupied the driver's seat to pull up.
But the doctor interrupted him and moved toward his gig.
Pierre drove on toward Gorki.
Soldiers and militiamen ran bareheaded past Pierre toward the procession.
In the midst of this conversation, which was beginning to interest Napoleon, Berthier's eyes turned to look at a general with a suite, who was galloping toward the knoll on a lathering horse.
Toward three o'clock the French attacks ceased.
Toward two o'clock the regiment, having already lost more than two hundred men, was moved forward into a trampled oatfield in the gap between Semenovsk and the Knoll Battery, where thousands of men perished that day and on which an intense, concentrated fire from several hundred enemy guns was directed between one and two o'clock.
Toward the end of the battle of Borodino, Pierre, having run down from Raevski's battery a second time, made his way through a gully to Knyazkovo with a crowd of soldiers, reached the dressing station, and seeing blood and hearing cries and groans hurried on, still entangled in the crowds of soldiers.
"Good-bye!" he said and turned with his groom toward the inn.
His Serene Highness has passed through Mozhaysk in order to join up with the troops moving toward him and has taken up a strong position where the enemy will not soon attack him.
On waking up that morning Count Ilya Rostov left his bedroom softly, so as not to wake the countess who had fallen asleep only toward morning, and came out to the porch in his lilac silk dressing gown.
They were all looking at the count and moving toward the porch.
At length when he had understood and looked in the direction the old man indicated, he recognized Natasha, and following his first impulse stepped instantly and rapidly toward the coach.
But as soon as Pierre turned toward him he wrapped his dressing gown around him with a shamefaced and angry look and hurried away.
He was himself carried away by the tone of magnanimity he intended to adopt toward Moscow.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza bridge to overtake his regiment.
Reading an ukase! cried voices in the crowd, and the people rushed toward the reader.
Toward nine o'clock in the morning, when the troops were already moving through Moscow, nobody came to the count any more for instructions.
The crowd moved eagerly from the balcony toward the porch.
Only among the back rows of the people, who were all pressing toward the one spot, could sighs, groans, and the shuffling of feet be heard.
Vereshchagin with a cry of horror, covering his head with his hands, rushed toward the crowd.
Toward four o'clock in the afternoon Murat's troops were entering Moscow.
Two men in peasant coats ran away at the foot of the wall, toward the Znamenka.
He was the same as ever, but the feverish color of his face, his glittering eyes rapturously turned toward her, and especially his neck, delicate as a child's, revealed by the turn-down collar of his shirt, gave him a peculiarly innocent, childlike look, such as she had never seen on him before.
Get along! said several voices, and one of the soldiers, evidently afraid that Pierre might want to take from them some of the plate and bronzes that were in the drawer, moved threateningly toward him.
But his comrade, throwing down the boots and drawing his sword, moved threateningly toward Pierre.
Moreover, toward evening, as if everything conspired to make Petersburg society anxious and uneasy, a terrible piece of news was added.
In their attitude toward him could still be felt both uncertainty as to who he might be – perhaps a very important person – and hostility as a result of their recent personal conflict with him.
And Pierre began to feel in the same way toward Karataev.
But just when he was clumsily creeping toward the door, that dreadful something on the other side was already pressing against it and forcing its way in.
If instead of imagining to ourselves commanders of genius leading the Russian army, we picture that army without any leaders, it could not have done anything but make a return movement toward Moscow, describing an arc in the direction where most provisions were to be found and where the country was richest.
Toward dawn, Count Orlov-Denisov, who had dozed off, was awakened by a deserter from the French army being brought to him.
"Hurrah-ah-ah!" reverberated in the forest, and the Cossack companies, trailing their lances and advancing one after another as if poured out of a sack, dashed gaily across the brook toward the camp.
Several soldiers ran toward the cart from different sides: some beat the carriage horses on their heads, turning them aside, others fought among themselves, and Pierre saw that one German was badly wounded on the head by a sword.
Toward midnight Bolkhovitinov, having received the dispatch and verbal instructions, galloped off to the General Staff accompanied by a Cossack with spare horses.
For the French retreating along the old Smolensk road, the final goal-- their native land--was too remote, and their immediate goal was Smolensk, toward which all their desires and hopes, enormously intensified in the mass, urged them on.
Coming out onto the highroad the French fled with surprising energy and unheard-of rapidity toward the goal they had fixed on.
By October, when the French were fleeing toward Smolensk, there were hundreds of such companies, of various sizes and characters.
But Petya did not let go of him and Dolokhov saw through the gloom that Petya was bending toward him and wanted to kiss him.
"Done for!" he said with a frown, and went to the gate to meet Denisov who was riding toward him.
Denisov did not reply; he rode up to Petya, dismounted, and with trembling hands turned toward himself the bloodstained, mud-bespattered face which had already gone white.
Again everything was shrouded in hard, dry perplexity, and again with a strained frown she peered toward the world where he was.
Then she turned toward her daughter's face which was wincing with pain and gazed long at it.
But that man, so heedless of his words, did not once during the whole time of his activity utter one word inconsistent with the single aim toward which he moved throughout the whole war.
All day it had been calm and frosty with occasional lightly falling snow and toward evening it began to clear.
"It's the steam that spoils them," he added, stretching out his feet toward the fire.
You, who have suffered so from the French, do not even feel animosity toward them.
Pierre felt particularly well disposed toward them all, but was now instinctively on his guard for fear of binding himself in any way.
Pierre kept saying as he leaned toward her with his whole body and eagerly listened to her story.
He quickly moved an armchair toward Princess Mary.
As if measuring themselves and preparing for the coming movement, the western forces push toward the east several times in 1805, 1806, 1807, and 1809, gaining strength and growing.
Only when he had understood the peasants' tastes and aspirations, had learned to talk their language, to grasp the hidden meaning of their words, and felt akin to them did he begin boldly to manage his serfs, that is, to perform toward them the duties demanded of him.
She could not find fault with Sonya in any way and tried to be fond of her, but often felt ill-will toward her which she could not overcome.
Cautiously withdrawing her breast, Natasha rocked him a little, handed him to the nurse, and went with rapid steps toward the door.
When her vocal organs needed exercise, which was usually toward seven o'clock when she had had an after-dinner rest in a darkened room, the pretext would be the retelling of the same stories over and over again to the same audience.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
Countess Mary's soul always strove toward the infinite, the eternal, and the absolute, and could therefore never be at peace.
It would seem that having rejected the belief of the ancients in man's subjection to the Deity and in a predetermined aim toward which nations are led, modern history should study not the manifestations of power but the causes that produce it.
Men uniting in these combinations always assume such relations toward one another that the larger number take a more direct share, and the smaller number a less direct share, in the collective action for which they have combined.
Soaring roofs reach toward the sky over a building in which no nails were used in the construction.
If your tastes run toward the exotic, be sure to check out the menu's back pages for the specialties.
It serves gourmet cuisine that's vegan for people who are moving toward a plant-based diet.
Most cater to tourists, while others are definitely geared toward the locals.
It caters to a crowd that knows what they want in sushi, so its tasting menus tend toward the sophisticated.
Clutching her light jacket closer, she turned toward the house.
As he started toward the doorway to their room, she called after him.
Turning toward him, she melted into his warm embrace.
She watched him as he answered it and then headed toward her at a brisk pace.
Instantly he turned toward her.
And then the car slowly tilted toward the gaping canyon below.
Giddon mounted smoothly and turned Diablo toward the gate.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
Lisa put up a hand as Yancey started toward her.
She pulled the car back on the road and continued toward the Giddon place.
He leaned forward, his hand finding her waist, and drew her toward him.
She pushed a bowl of mashed potatoes toward Adrienne and smiled warmly.
Brandon led her outside and they walked casually toward the barn.
It darted back toward her, and she scrambled to get out of its path, tossing sand at it.
He accepted the tin of flapjacks she offered and jerked his head toward her wagon.
Jim's ears were standing erect upon his head and every muscle of his big body was tense as he trotted toward home.
So, through the night, Paul Revere rode toward Concord.
He says she was a monster; and she was running straight toward the hills with a little lamb in her mouth.
Or, we gravitate toward anecdotes like, "I take my vitamin C every day and haven't had a cold in year."
I was like little Ascanius, who followed with unequal steps the heroic strides of Aeneas on his march toward mighty destinies.
Toward the end of May Mrs. Keller, Helen, and Miss Sullivan started for Boston.
She made the "c-a," then stopped and thought, and making the sign for eating and pointing downward she pushed me toward the door, meaning that I must go downstairs for some cake.
One real runaway slave, among the rest, whom I helped to forward toward the north star.
Sometimes it would come floating up to the shore; but when you went toward it, it would go back into deep water and disappear.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
Pierre, having made up his mind to obey his monitress implicitly, moved toward the sofa she had indicated.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
Toward morning he became quiet and she fell asleep.
Hundreds of peasants, among them the Bogucharovo folk, suddenly began selling their cattle and moving in whole families toward the southeast.
They set off in caravans, bought their freedom one by one or ran away, and drove or walked toward the "warm rivers."
He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.
They all glanced up expectantly as the doctor strode toward them and quietly gave them the bad news.
Men on horseback were riding in haste toward the front.
And what position will you adopt toward the government?
Felipa leaned toward her, speaking softly.
He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.