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Let's pull him aside tomorrow, all of us. Have a word with him. Ain't,,,¡¡¡¡re-entered Paris.!,¡¡¡¡However that may be, the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the Department of the Var as accused of highway robbery accompanied with violence, about eight years ago, on the person of one of those honest children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, ;,¡¡¡¡At each discharge, the square diminished and replied.!
¡¡¡¡SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S POETRY. THE INFLUENCE OF AN ACADEMICIAN ON THIS POETRY ,magmcivitas (72) A great city is a great solitude....,¡¡¡¡But he stopped short, and went no further. He would have been obliged to speak to Cosette of her garter, and that was impossible..¡¡¡¡The manager having brought the drama to a close and stripped the actor shows him to us.,¡¡¡¡Rostov and Ilyin hastened to find a corner where they could change into dry clothes without offending Mary Hendrikhovna's modesty. They were going into a tiny recess behind a partition to change, but found it completely filled by three officers who sat playing cards by the light of a solitary candle on an empty box, and these officers would on no account yield their position. Mary Hendrikhovna obliged them with the loan of a petticoat to be used as a curtain, and behind that screen Rostov and Ilyin, helped by Lavrushka who had brought their kits, changed their wet things for dry ones.,43 Of Beauty ,,¡¡¡¡But why did they not execute those maneuvers? And why if they were guilty of not carrying out a prearranged plan were they not tried and punished? But even if we admitted that Kutuzov, Chichagov, and others were the cause of the Russian failures, it is still incomprehensible why, the position of the Russian army being what it was at Krasnoe and at the Berezina (in both cases we had superior forces), the French army with its marshals, kings, and Emperor was not captured, if that was what the Russians aimed at.;
!¡¡¡¡The walls are covered with inscriptions..¡¡¡¡"Seize him!" said Thenardier.!.¡¡¡¡As they approached the watchhouse Denisov stopped, peering into the forest. Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps. He had a musketoon over his shoulder and an ax stuck in his girdle. When he espied Denisov he hastily threw something into the bushes, removed his sodden hat by its floppy brim, and approached his commander. It was Tikhon. His wrinkled and pockmarked face and narrow little eyes beamed with self-satisfied merriment. He lifted his head high and gazed at Denisov as if repressing a laugh.,This Free Ebook is Produced ,¡¡¡¡My name is Pontmercy." ...¡¡¡¡"Well, then, what dost thou mean?",.
¡¡¡¡There was a rustling among the crowd and it again subsided, so that Pierre distinctly heard the pleasantly human voice of the Emperor saying with emotion:,¡¡¡¡She was barefooted and in rags, as on the day when she had so resolutely entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes were larger, the tatters more sordid. It was the same harsh voice, the same brow dimmed and wrinkled with tan, the same free, wild, and vacillating glance.,...¡¡¡¡"Of course she will!" whispered Natasha, but did not finish... suddenly Sonya pushed away the glass she was holding and covered her eyes with her hand....interpret law, and not to make law, or give law. Else will it be like the authority ,¡¡¡¡"I have the honor to report to you the actual truth," said Alpatych....!
...¡¡¡¡And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, is not a business in which choice is permitted. The historian of manners and ideas has no less austere a mission than the historian of events.;¡¡¡¡That done, Cosette, under the pretext of an obstinate sick headache, had bade Jean Valjean good night and had shut herself up in her chamber. Jean Valjean had eaten a wing of the chicken with a good appetite, and with his elbows on the table, having gradually recovered his serenity, had regained possession of his sense of security.,¡¡¡¡"It's all this mania for opposition," he went on. "And who for? It is all because we want to ape the foolish enthusiasm of those Muscovites," Prince Vasili continued, forgetting for a moment that though at Helene's one had to ridicule the Moscow enthusiasm, at Anna Pavlovna's one had to be ecstatic about it. But he retrieved his mistake at once. "Now, is it suitable that Count Kutuzov, the oldest general in Russia, should preside at that tribunal? He will get nothing for his pains! How could they make a man commander in chief who cannot mount a horse, who drops asleep at a council, and has the very worst morals! A good reputation he made for himself at Bucharest! I don't speak of his capacity as a general, but at a time like this how they appoint they appoint a decrepit, blind old man, positively blind? A fine idea to have a blind general! He can't see anything. To play blindman's bluff? He can't see at all!",¡¡¡¡"Your Serene Highness!"...¡¡¡¡History seems to assume that this force is self-evident and known to everyone. But in spite of every desire to regard it as known, anyone reading many historical works cannot help doubting whether this new force, so variously understood by the historians themselves, is really quite well known to everybody.,¡¡¡¡But, at the same time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in their turn.,¡¡¡¡They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that they must kneel., ;
¡¡¡¡His health had to be bad for his place to be taken away and given to another. And in fact his health was poor.,BOOK FIRST.-WATERLOO...I said fuck off.,Dumas. You boys'll like that one....¡¡¡¡Marya Dmitrievna only shrugged her shoulders.;¡¡¡¡Marius had entered the tap-room, and had seized the barrel of powder, then he had taken advantage of the smoke, and the sort of obscure mist which filled the entrenched enclosure, to glide along the barricade as far as that cage of paving-stones where the torch was fixed. To tear it from the torch, to replace it by the barrel of powder, to thrust the pile of stones under the barrel, which was instantly staved in, with a sort of horrible obedience,--all this had cost Marius but the time necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, Municipal Guards, officers, soldiers, huddled at the other extremity of the barricade, gazed stupidly at him, as he stood with his foot on the stones, his torch in his hand, his haughty face illuminated by a fatal resolution, drooping the flame of the torch towards that redoubtable pile where they could make out the broken barrel of powder, and giving vent to that startling cry:--,¡¡¡¡"I thought you would allow me to tell you this," she said. "I had come so near to you... and to all your family that I thought you would not consider my sympathy misplaced, but I was mistaken," and suddenly her voice trembled. "I don't know why," she continued, recovering herself, "but you used to be different, and...";
BOOK SEVEN: 1810 - 11,¡¡¡¡It was the first and only thing sometimes, that he carried off in his moving when he moved about. Cosette laughed at it, and called this valise his inseparable, saying: "I am jealous of it."! ;¡¡¡¡"You can do something," said she.,. ,¡¡¡¡"Very good?" said Natasha reproachfully, noticing her brother's tone. "Not 'very good' it's simply delicious!",!¡¡¡¡"Seven more.", ...
¡¡¡¡Understandable and touching as the look with which Natasha gazed at her seemed to Princess Mary, and sorry as she was to see her agitation, these words pained her for a moment. She remembered her brother and his love.,¡¡¡¡At this abrupt query, the man started.,¡¡¡¡Comrades, we shall overthrow the government as true as there are fifteen intermediary acids between margaric acid and formic acid; however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me..!¡¡¡¡One thinks one hears hydras talking.,,¡¡¡¡They left him his purse and his watch.;
.¡¡¡¡Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had passed and vanished....¡¡¡¡"Oh, Nicholas, how can you talk like that?" cried Sonya, hardly able to conceal her delight. "She is so kind and Mamma is so fond of her!",¡¡¡¡"What relation are you to Intendant General Kiril Andreevich Denisov?" asked Kutuzov, interrupting him.;wherein may disgrace him more, than the carrying of it through can honour him. Honour that is gained and broken upon another, hath the quickest reflection; like diamonds cut with facets. ,¡¡¡¡"Now for the recitation!" said Speranski on returning from his study. "A wonderful talent!" he said to Prince Andrew, and Magnitski immediately assumed a pose and began reciting some humorous verses in French which he had composed about various well-known Petersburg people. He was interrupted several times by applause. When the verses were finished Prince Andrew went up to Speranski and took his leave.,,¡¡¡¡"Ah, hold! in truth, you did not know it; I am cured; Cosette will arrive to-morrow.";¡¡¡¡"Go away, Princess! Go away... go away!"...
¡¡¡¡If the will of every man were free, that is, if each man could act as he pleased, all history would be a series of disconnected incidents.;¡¡¡¡Pierre had long been familiar with that story. Karataev had told it to him alone some half-dozen times and always with a specially joyful emotion. But well as he knew it, Pierre now listened to that tale as to something new, and the quiet rapture Karataev evidently felt as he told it communicated itself also to Pierre. The story was of an old merchant who lived a good and God-fearing life with his family, and who went once to the Nizhni fair with a companion- a rich merchant..¡¡¡¡"No."...110 EXT -- STREET -- PORTLAND, MAINE -- DAY (1954) 110... PART 5,¡¡¡¡"What can decent men do?" Nicholas inquired, frowning slightly. "What can be done?"!
¡¡¡¡Marius clasped his hands, advanced a step, and said in a feeble and trembling voice:--....¡¡¡¡ True love is in despair and is enchanted over a glove lost or a handkerchief found, and eternity is required for its devotion and its hopes.,¡¡¡¡He had hardly spoken when a fearful crash shook the shop. The show-window had suddenly been fractured.,,¡°Professor Moody?¡± he said again. ¡°D'you think¡could this have anything to do with¡maybe Mr. Crouch thinks there's something going on.¡¡± ,CHAPTER XVII !¡¡¡¡What was the good of living, and why should he live now? And then, what! should he retreat after going so far? should he flee from danger after having approached it? should he slip away after having come and peeped into the barricade? slip away, all in a tremble, saying:.
¡¡¡¡In the mists which enveloped his thoughts, he did not recognize Javert, who, bound to his post, had not so much as moved his head during the whole of the attack on the barricade, and who had gazed on the revolt seething around him with the resignation of a martyr and the majesty of a judge.!But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron. .¡¡¡¡All at once, a tragic incident; on the English left, on our right, the head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On arriving at the culminating point of the crest, ungovernable, utterly given over to fury and their course of extermination of the squares and cannon, the cuirassiers had just caught sight of a trench,-- a trench between them and the English.,? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡He could not reconcile the charming impression he had of Natasha, whom he had known from a child, with this new conception of her baseness, folly, and cruelty. He thought of his wife. "They are all alike!" he said to himself, reflecting that he was not the only man unfortunate enough to be tied to a bad woman. But still he pitied Prince Andrew to the point of tears and sympathized with his wounded pride, and the more he pitied his friend the more did he think with contempt and even with disgust of that Natasha who had just passed him in the ballroom with such a look of cold dignity. He did not know that Natasha's soul was overflowing with despair, shame, and humiliation, and that it was not her fault that her face happened to assume an expression of calm dignity and severity.,7B EXT -- PRISON YARD/LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1949) 78,¡¡¡¡From the standpoint from which the science of history now regards its subject on the path it now follows, seeking the causes of events in man's freewill, a scientific enunciation of those laws is impossible, for however man's free will may be restricted, as soon as we recognize it as a force not subject to law, the existence of law becomes impossible.,LastIndexNext...
,¡¡¡¡All this was so rapidly executed, that it was all over when those about the wine-shop noticed it.,.¡¡¡¡Cosette told him what she thought she had heard and seen..¡¡¡¡"How good warmth is!" said he.;¡¡¡¡She was overcome by sweet sorrow and tears were already rising in her eyes; then she suddenly asked herself to whom she was saying this. Again everything was shrouded in hard, dry perplexity, and again with a strained frown she peered toward the world where he was. And now, now it seemed to her she was penetrating the mystery.... But at the instant when it seemed that the incomprehensible was revealing itself to her a loud rattle of the door handle struck painfully on her ears. Dunyasha, her maid, entered the room quickly and abruptly with a frightened look on her face and showing no concern for her mistress.,,¡¡¡¡You have stolen Alba, we shall take Clusium.';
¡¡¡¡that Fantine had been very ill the day before, and that she was better now, because she thought that the mayor had gone to Montfermeil to get her child. The sister dared not question the mayor; but she perceived plainly from his air that he had not come from there.!LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡"Well, you should get some sleep now," said the Cossack....¡¡¡¡Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him....¡¡¡¡He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short.,¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡* ,¡¡¡¡Nothing more wild and solitary than this garden could be imagined. There was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it did not seem as though this spot were made for any one to walk in, even in broad daylight.,!!
,¡¡¡¡When on the twenty-first of October his general expressed a wish to send somebody to Denisov's detachment, Petya begged so piteously to be sent that the general could not refuse. But when dispatching him he recalled Petya's mad action at the battle of Vyazma, where instead of riding by the road to the place to which he had been sent, he had galloped to the advanced line under the fire of the French and had there twice fired his pistol. So now the general explicitly forbade his taking part in any action whatever of Denisov's. That was why Petya had blushed and grown confused when Denisov asked him whether he could stay. Before they had ridden to the outskirts of the forest Petya had considered he must carry out his instructions strictly and return at once. But when he saw the French and saw Tikhon and learned that there would certainly be an attack that night, he decided, with the rapidity with which young people change their views, that the general, whom he had greatly respected till then, was a rubbishy German, that Denisov was a hero, the esaul a hero, and Tikhon a hero too, and that it would be shameful for him to leave them at a moment of difficulty.,¡¡¡¡Nicholas Rostov experienced this blissful condition to the full when, after 1807, he continued to serve in the Pavlograd regiment, in which he already commanded the squadron he had taken over from Denisov.;¡¡¡¡In the bend of his elbow the leaden head of his enormous cane, which was hidden behind him, could be seen..¡¡¡¡"Because you are a woman and a child."...¡¡¡¡"But you know, my dear boy, it's a pity you got excited! Mitenka has told me all about it.".¡¡¡¡A few men clustered round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion was commanded only by a captain or a lieutenant; Alten's division, already so roughly handled at La Haie-Sainte, was almost destroyed; the intrepid Belgians of Van Kluze's brigade strewed the rye-fields all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, fought against Wellington; and who, in 1815, rallied to the English standard, fought against Napoleon. The loss in officers was considerable.!
¡°Lucius, my slippery friend,¡± he whispered, halting before him. ¡°I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius.¡Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay¡but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?¡± ,¡¡¡¡"Tell what happened to the young lady!" said the second Melyukov girl.,¡¡¡¡"And do you know, Countess," he said, suddenly addressing her as an old, familiar acquaintance, "we are getting up a costume tournament; you ought to take part in it! It will be great fun. We shall all meet at the Karagins'! Please come! No! Really, eh?" said he.!¡¡¡¡"Ha ha ha! The theater of war!" said the prince. "I have said and still say that the theater of war is Poland and the enemy will never get beyond the Niemen.";,¡¡¡¡Nicholas' position became worse and worse. The idea of putting something aside out of his salary proved a dream. Not only did he not save anything, but to comply with his mother's demands he even incurred some small debts. He could see no way out of this situation. The idea of marrying some rich woman, which was suggested to him by his female relations, was repugnant to him. The other way out- his mother's death- never entered his head. He wished for nothing and hoped for nothing, and deep in his heart experienced a gloomy and stern satisfaction in an uncomplaining endurance of his position. He tried to avoid his old acquaintances with their commiseration and offensive offers of assistance; he avoided all distraction and recreation, and even at home did nothing but play cards with his mother, pace silently up and down the room, and smoke one pipe after another. He seemed carefully to cherish within himself the gloomy mood which alone enabled him to endure his position. ,,,;¡¡¡¡It was commanded by an obscure officer named Cambronne.;
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¡¡¡¡He was seated on the sill of the open window, wetting his back in the falling rain, and gazing at his two friends.,,,215 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1966) 215,¡¡¡¡In the second act there was scenery representing tombstones, there was a round hole in the canvas to represent the moon, shades were raised over the footlights, and from horns and contrabass came deep notes while many people appeared from right and left wearing black cloaks and holding things like daggers in their hands. They began waving their arms. Then some other people ran in and began dragging away the maiden who had been in white and was now in light blue. They did not drag her away at once, but sang with her for a long time and then at last dragged her off, and behind the scenes something metallic was struck three times and everyone knelt down and sang a prayer. All these things were repeatedly interrupted by the enthusiastic shouts of the audience.,¡¡¡¡ IT IS LUCKY THAT THE PONT D'AUSTERLITZ BEARS CARRIAGES!,¡¡¡¡Of the German battalion which defended it, only forty-two men survived; all the officers, except five, were either dead or captured.,? Leo Tolstoy!
¡¡¡¡"Impossible to-day. Two new spokes and a hub must be made. Monsieur will not be able to start before to-morrow morning.",¡¡¡¡She hummed:--Vous me quittez pour aller a la gloire; , ,, !LastIndexNext!
¡¡¡¡"Wait, I must...",¡¡¡¡Just see, that child is costing us our very eyes.",¡¡¡¡At intervals, as he roamed through the most deserted boulevards, it seemed to him that he heard strange noises in Paris. He thrust his head out of his revery and said:...¡¡¡¡"If you order it they will go away," said he..¡¡¡¡CAMBRONNE,may go in front upon a stately hedge, which is to enclose the garden. !
¡¡¡¡The rent fitted exactly, and the strip completed the coat.,¡¡¡¡In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss who was fond of such things made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed. Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically. ,¡¡¡¡"Natasha!" she said, just audibly.,,¡¡¡¡"Where? I send them away and take a weceipt for them," shouted Denisov, suddenly flushing. "And I say boldly that I have not a single man's life on my conscience. Would it be difficult for you to send thirty or thwee hundwed men to town under escort, instead of staining- I speak bluntly- staining the honor of a soldier?",You tell me, fuck-stick! They're addressed to you, every damn one!.be uniform without, though severally partitioned within; and to be on both sides of ,Hermione listened to what had just happened with her mouth open yet again. ,¡¡¡¡They clutch at everything:...
¡¡¡¡"Is it true, Madame?!CHAPTER VI ,¡¡¡¡This noise retreated at times, and again drew near, with melancholy undulations.;¡¡¡¡"That's Mitka, my coachman.... I have got him a good balalayka. I'm fond of it," said "Uncle."!¡¡¡¡Is the movement of the Russian people eastward to Kazan and Siberia expressed by details of the morbid character of Ivan the Terrible and by his correspondence with Kurbski?,¡¡¡¡Natasha had married in the early spring of 1813, and in 1820 already had three daughters besides a son for whom she had longed and whom she was now nursing. She had grown stouter and broader, so that it was difficult to recognize in this robust, motherly woman the slim, lively Natasha of former days. Her features were more defined and had a calm, soft, and serene expression. In her face there was none of the ever-glowing animation that had formerly burned there and constituted its charm. Now her face and body were of all that one saw, and her soul was not visible at all. All that struck the eye was a strong, handsome, and fertile woman. The old fire very rarely kindled in her face now. That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage. At the rare moments when the old fire did kindle in her handsome, fully developed body she was even more attractive than in former days..¡¡¡¡And those great misfortunes which made us laugh!,¡¡¡¡"Father, I am very cold in your rooms; why don't you have a carpet here and a stove?";
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¡¡¡¡In this, possibly, he made a mistake....¡¡¡¡She replied, sadly and gently:--,,CHAPTER XI ,¡¡¡¡A pleasant feeling of excitement and an expectation of something joyful and solemn was aroused among the soldiers of the convoy and the prisoners. From all sides came shouts of command, and from the left came smartly dressed cavalrymen on good horses, passing the prisoners at a trot. The expression on all faces showed the tension people feel at the approach of those in authority. The prisoners thronged together and were pushed off the road. The convoy formed up.,.
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; .Sous son mantelet elle cache une aile,.¡¡¡¡These visits of Natasha's at night before the count returned from his club were one of the greatest pleasures of both mother, and daughter.;...,¡¡¡¡The revolutionary sense is a moral sense.,¡¡¡¡Seeing, on the other side, some Cossacks (les Cosaques) and the wide-spreading steppes in the midst of which lay the holy city of Moscow (Moscou, la ville sainte), the capital of a realm such as the Scythia into which Alexander the Great had marched- Napoleon unexpectedly, and contrary alike to strategic and diplomatic considerations, ordered an advance, and the next day his army began to cross the Niemen.!,!
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¡¡¡¡"But is it possible that all is really ended?" asked Pierre.,...,;¡¡¡¡But in vain; he did not die. He was haggard and angry.,¡¡¡¡Pierre grew confused....
!¡¡¡¡The Emperor had been the first, as early as mid-day, to descry with his field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his attention.!¡¡¡¡Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the comet in the firmament to the whirling of the infusoria in the drop of water.!¡¡¡¡A joyful, unexpected frenzy, of which he had thought himself incapable, possessed him. The whole meaning of life- not for him alone but for the whole world- seemed to him centered in his love and the possibility of being loved by her. At times everybody seemed to him to be occupied with one thing only- his future happiness. Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests. In every word and gesture he saw allusions to his happiness. He often surprised those he met by his significantly happy looks and smiles which seemed to express a secret understanding between him and them. And when he realized that people might not be aware of his happiness, he pitied them with his whole heart and felt a desire somehow to explain to them that all that occupied them was a mere frivolous trifle unworthy of attention.;¡¡¡¡Here only one sound was audible, a sound as heart-rending as the death rattle, as menacing as a malediction, the tocsin of Saint-Merry. Nothing could be more blood-curdling than the clamor of that wild and desperate bell, wailing amid the shadows.,¡¡¡¡From time to time she caught the flicker of a candle through the crack of a shutter--this was light and life; there were people there, and it reassured her.,,,¡¡¡¡The stranger, still surveying him with that gaze which penetrates, as the saying goes, to the very depths of the conscience, replied in a grave, firm voice:--.
¡¡¡¡I promise that!!¡¡¡¡"Well, Karabakh! We'll do some service tomorrow," said he, sniffing its nostrils and kissing it.,269 EXT -- FIELDS -- LATE DAY (1966) 269,¡¡¡¡At the very moment when the English had captured from the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the English general, Picton, with a bullet through the head.;,Here's a cold one, Andy.!CHAPTER IX ,...