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¡¡¡¡"What was he thinking when he uttered that word? What is he thinking now?" This question suddenly presented itself to her, and in answer she saw him before her with the expression that was on his face as he lay in his coffin with his chin bound up with a white handkerchief. And the horror that had seized her when she touched him and convinced herself that that was not he, but something mysterious and horrible, seized her again. She tried to think of something else and to pray, but could do neither. With wide-open eyes she gazed at the moonlight and the shadows, expecting every moment to see his dead face, and she felt that the silence brooding over the house and within it held her fast.,¡¡¡¡Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie?,¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean recognized Javert perfectly....at a black con, LEONARD, then ambles over to a GUARD to shoot, ,¡¡¡¡These dreamers, some isolated, others united in families and almost in communion, turned over ;¡¡¡¡Benefit performances, poor pictures, statues, benevolent societies, gypsy choirs, schools, subscription dinners, sprees, Freemasons, churches, and books- no one and nothing met with a refusal from him, and had it not been for two friends who had borrowed large sums from him and taken him under their protection, he would have given everything away. There was never a dinner or soiree at the Club without him. As soon as he sank into his place on the sofa after two bottles of Margaux he was surrounded, and talking, disputing, and joking began. When there were quarrels, his kindly smile and well-timed jests reconciled the antagonists. The Masonic dinners were dull and dreary when he was not there.,¡¡¡¡Napoleon would have won the battle of Waterloo.;
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¡¡¡¡"What a fool I am!,,¡¡¡¡Next day the imperial gentleman-in-waiting, the Comte de Turenne, came to Balashev and informed him of the Emperor Napoleon's wish to honor him with an audience.,¡¡¡¡Natasha was sixteen and it was the year 1809, the very year to which she had counted on her fingers with Boris after they had kissed four years ago. Since then she had not seen him. Before Sonya and her mother, if Boris happened to be mentioned, she spoke quite freely of that episode as of some childish, long-forgotten matter that was not worth mentioning. But in the secret depths of her soul the question whether her engagement to Boris was a jest or an important, binding promise tormented her.;¡¡¡¡Melyukova was a widow, who, with her family and their tutors and governesses, lived three miles from the Rostovs.,.... Find out more.
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,¡¡¡¡On leaving the convent, he took in his own arms the little valise the key to which he still wore on his person, and would permit no porter to touch it..(works his rifle bolt),¡¡¡¡Quos vult perdere dementat.* ;discharged away under ground, by some equality of bores, that it stay little. And ,BROOKS,¡¡¡¡My mouth had not uttered a thing when thy heart had already responded.,¡¡¡¡The French army melted away at the uniform rate of a mathematical progression; and that crossing of the Berezina about which so much has been written was only one intermediate stage in its destruction, and not at all the decisive episode of the campaign. If so much has been and still is written about the Berezina, on the French side this is only because at the broken bridge across that river the calamities their army had been previously enduring were suddenly concentrated at one moment into a tragic spectacle that remained in every memory, and on the Russian side merely because in Petersburg- far from the seat of war- a plan (again one of Pfuel's) had been devised to catch Napoleon in a strategic trap at the Berezina River. Everyone assured himself that all would happen according to plan, and therefore insisted that it was just the crossing of the Berezina that destroyed the French army. In reality the results of the crossing were much less disastrous to the French- in guns and men lost- than Krasnoe had been, as the figures show..? Leo Tolstoy...Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡"I hear that their affairs are in a very bad way," said Julie. "And he is so unreasonable, the count himself I mean. The Razumovskis wanted to buy his house and his estate near Moscow, but it drags on and on. He asks too much.",¡¡¡¡Does any one think that Alighieri has any fewer things to say than Machiavelli? Is the under side of civilization any less important than the upper side merely because it is deeper and more sombre?,CHAPTER VI ,. ...¡¡¡¡"Pierre! Been back long?" someone shouted. Pierre raised his head. In a sleigh drawn by two gray trotting-horses that were bespattering the dashboard with snow, Anatole and his constant companion Makarin dashed past. Anatole was sitting upright in the classic pose of military dandies, the lower part of his face hidden by his beaver collar and his head slightly bent. His face was fresh and rosy, his white-plumed hat, tilted to one side, disclosed his curled and pomaded hair besprinkled with powdery snow.,,¡®So ... when I asked Kreacher if Sirius was there last night ...¡¯,CHAPTER IX ,¡¡¡¡"Though it was tete-a-tete," Anatole continued, "still I can't...";
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¡¡¡¡Is it possible that we have found you only to lose you again?",Yes. It does.,Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had much longer legs - ,¡¡¡¡Was it a fear that he should deliver this name to the hazards of another memory than his own?,¡¡¡¡Have you made public schools of your barracks?,Harry walked back to Gryffindor Tower alone. That had been extremely strange advice. Why would a bath help him to work out what the wailing egg meant? Was Cedric pulling his leg? Was he trying to make Harry look like a fool, so Cho would like him even more by comparison? !¡¡¡¡"Really!" he cried, "you are such a hero! Oh, how fine, how splendid! How I love you!"...
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¡¡¡¡This red-haired man was neither a sergeant nor a corporal, but being robust he ordered about those weaker than himself. The soldier they called "Jackdaw," a thin little fellow with a sharp nose, rose obediently and was about to go but at that instant there came into the light of the fire the slender, handsome figure of a young soldier carrying a load of wood.,. ,¡¡¡¡There was only one spoon, sugar was more plentiful than anything else, but it took too long to dissolve, so it was decided that Mary Hendrikhovna should stir the sugar for everyone in turn. Rostov received his tumbler, and adding some rum to it asked Mary Hendrikhovna to stir it.,,¡¡¡¡That was sure, efficacious, and free from danger..¡¡¡¡Petya, having left his people after their departure from Moscow, joined his regiment and was soon taken as orderly by a general commanding a large guerrilla detachment. From the time he received his commission, and especially since he had joined the active army and taken part in the battle of Vyazma, Petya had been in a constant state of blissful excitement at being grown-up and in a perpetual ecstatic hurry not to miss any chance to do something really heroic. He was highly delighted with what he saw and experienced in the army, but at the same time it always seemed to him that the really heroic exploits were being performed just where he did not happen to be. And he was always in a hurry to get where he was not..
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¡¡¡¡HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862.,¡¡¡¡They adored each other....¡¡¡¡Pierre's gloomy, unhappy look struck her. She stopped in front of him. She wished to help him, to bestow on him the superabundance of her own happiness.;¡¡¡¡Jean Prouvaire. He was sought among the wounded, he was not there.,Harry was just ready for her: he shouted ¡®Protego¡¯ before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it..,¡¡¡¡"That little fellow.".