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¡¡¡¡"He is my uncle, your Sewene Highness.";¡¡¡¡"Come, Cosette.";¡¡¡¡Pictures of the near past- her father's illness and last moments- rose one after another to her memory. With mournful pleasure she now lingered over these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the picture of his death, which she felt she could not contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of night. And these pictures presented themselves to her so clearly and in such detail that they seemed now present, now past, and now future.,¡¡¡¡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.!LastIndexNext,BOOK TEN: 1812!
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¡¡¡¡What are the police spies?;these closer alleys, must be ever finely gravelled, and no grass, because of going .? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡The Emperor detached Domon's division of light cavalry to reconnoitre in that quarter.,¡¡¡¡"Did you hear of the last event at the review in Petersburg? The figure cut by the new French ambassador.",¡¡¡¡Cosette often accompanied Jean Valjean on these visits to the poor, on which they recovered some remnants of their former free intercourse; and sometimes, when the day had been a good one, and they had assisted many in distress, and cheered and warmed many little children, Cosette was rather merry in the evening. It was at this epoch that they paid their visit to the Jondrette den.... Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡And all Nicholas did was fruitful- probably just because he refused to allow himself to think that he was doing good to others for virtue's sake. His means increased rapidly; serfs from neighboring estates came to beg him to buy them, and long after his death the memory of his administration was devoutly preserved among the serfs. "He was a master... the peasants' affairs first and then his own. Of course he was not to be trifled with either- in a word, he was a real master!" ,¡¡¡¡"Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?",,¡¡¡¡He eagerly broke the seal, and read:. ....Find out more.
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¡¡¡¡"Ah! sir, my dear sir, take her, keep her, lead her off, carry her away, sugar her, stuff her with truffles, drink her, eat her, and the blessings of the good holy Virgin and of all the saints of paradise be upon you!"...¡¡¡¡"Just see the eyes he is making!" said Courfeyrac.;¡¡¡¡It is always a good bit of tactics in knavery to pretend to recognize some one whom one does not know..¡¡¡¡Slang abounds in words of this description, immediate words, words created instantaneously no one knows either where or by whom, without etymology, without analogies, without derivatives, solitary, barbarous, sometimes hideous words, which at times possess a singular power of expression and which live.,,¡¡¡¡"Have you told her?" asked Natasha, suddenly beaming all over with joy.;
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¡¡¡¡There are moments when a woman accepts, like a sombre and resigned goddess, the religion of love., ,,,¡¡¡¡The irregulars destroyed the great army piecemeal. They gathered the fallen leaves that dropped of themselves from that withered tree- the French army- and sometimes shook that tree itself. By October, when the French were fleeing toward Smolensk, there were hundreds of such companies, of various sizes and characters. There were some that adopted all the army methods and had infantry, artillery, staffs, and the comforts of life. Others consisted solely of Cossack cavalry. There were also small scratch groups of foot and horse, and groups of peasants and landowners that remained unknown. A sacristan commanded one party which captured several hundred prisoners in the course of a month; and there was Vasilisa, the wife of a village elder, who slew hundreds of the French.,¡¡¡¡"Have you been here long, Countess?" he inquired. "I'll call, I'll call to kiss your hand. I'm here on business and have brought my girls with me. They say Semenova acts marvelously. Count Pierre never used to forget us. Is he here?",¡¡¡¡Montparnasse answered:--,¡¡¡¡"A diary, Nicholas," she replied, handing him a blue exercise book filled with her firm, bold writing....¡¡¡¡The Bible legend tells us that the absence of labor- idleness- was a condition of the first man's blessedness before the Fall. Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease. An inner voice tells us we are in the wrong if we are idle. If man could find a state in which he felt that though idle he was fulfilling his duty, he would have found one of the conditions of man's primitive blessedness. And such a state of obligatory and irreproachable idleness is the lot of a whole class- the military. The chief attraction of military service has consisted and will consist in this compulsory and irreproachable idleness.!¡¡¡¡It seemed to Natasha that even at the time she first saw Prince Andrew at Otradnoe she had fallen in love with him. It was as if she feared this strange, unexpected happiness of meeting again the very man she had then chosen (she was firmly convinced she had done so) and of finding him, as it seemed, not indifferent to her.!
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;,Now, in this work of education, in this grave matter of preparing a woman for life, what science is required to combat that vast ignorance which is called innocence!,¡¡¡¡He had his fifth horse killed under him there.,¡¡¡¡Pierre suddenly flushed crimson and for a long time tried not to look at Natasha. When he ventured to glance her way again her face was cold, stern, and he fancied even contemptuous., ,¡¡¡¡But you mustn't tell.,¡®The odd thing, Harry,¡¯ he said softly, ¡®is that it may not have meant you at all. Sybill's prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.¡¯,¡¡¡¡Answer me, sister; where is Cosette?!
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;!? Leo Tolstoy.¡¡¡¡This coquettish garden, formerly decidedly compromised, had returned to virginity and modesty..;,¡¡¡¡"He is warning us," said Combeferre.,¡¡¡¡The charcoal was glowing hot and the brazier was red; a blue flame flickered over it, and helped him to make out the form of the chisel purchased by Jondrette in the Rue Pierre-Lombard, where it had been thrust into the brazier to heat..!