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,¡¡¡¡Cosette had had no mother.;¡¡¡¡Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things which may become hideous when wrongly directed; but which, even when hideous, remain grand:!¡¡¡¡Then Enjolras approached the man and demanded of him:--.? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the porch, and entered the courtyard.,...¡¡¡¡It is chiefly at the moment when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain..

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¡°I wish to speak to Harry and Hermione alone,¡± Dumbledore repeated. ...;¡¡¡¡But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side.;,Only cost us a pack of smokes per man. I made my usual twenty!BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL,¡¡¡¡"Since yesterday evening my fate has been sealed; to be loved by you or to die. There is no other way for me," the letter began. Then he went on to say that he knew her parents would not give her to him- for this there were secret reasons he could reveal only to her- but that if she loved him she need only say the word yes, and no human power could hinder their bliss. Love would conquer all. He would steal her away and carry her off to the ends of the earth.;¡¡¡¡ What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the world!...

¡¡¡¡When it had been raining, thou didst float bits of straw on the gutters, and watch them pass away.,¡¡¡¡In the face of this accusation, in the face of the unanimity of the witnesses, the accused appeared to be astonished more than anything else; he made signs and gestures which were meant to convey No, or else he stared at the ceiling:,¡¡¡¡They were two, and they adored each other, and beyond that there was nothing.,BOOK SECOND.--THE SHIP ORION,¡¡¡¡Natasha was sad and irritable all that time, especially when her mother, her brother, Sonya, or Countess Mary in their efforts to console her tried to excuse Pierre and suggested reasons for his delay in returning.;¡¡¡¡It was this that had spoken to him.!

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¡¡¡¡The French, fired on from every point,--from behind the walls, from the summits of the garrets, from the depths of the cellars, through all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the stones,-- fetched fagots and set fire to walls and men; the reply to the grape-shot was a conflagration....¡¡¡¡When the tall caps of the grenadiers of the Guard, with their large plaques bearing the eagle appeared, symmetrical, in line, tranquil, in the midst of that combat, the enemy felt a respect for France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field of battle, with wings outspread, and those who were the conquerors, believing themselves to be vanquished, retreated; but Wellington shouted, "Up, Guards, and aim straight!" The red regiment of English guards, lying flat behind the hedges, sprang up, a cloud of grape-shot riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled themselves forwards, and the final carnage began.,¡¡¡¡She felt all the time as if she might at any moment penetrate that on which- with a terrible questioning too great for her strength- her spiritual gaze was fixed.,¡¡¡¡He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded and sealed with a woman's elegant care.,¡¡¡¡They could be seen through a vast cloud of smoke which was rent here and there.,¡¡¡¡Diderot towards the beautiful, Turgot towards the useful, Voltaire towards the true, Rousseau towards the just.;? Leo Tolstoy...¡¡¡¡His comrades, the prisoner soldiers walking beside him, avoided looking back at the place where the shot had been fired and the dog was howling, just as Pierre did, but there was a set look on all their faces.!

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¡¡¡¡Behind him, where Karataev had been sitting, the dog began to howl. "What a stupid beast! Why is it howling?" thought Pierre.,,¡¡¡¡Thirdly it was impossible, because the military term "to cut off" has no meaning. One can cut off a slice of bread, but not an army. To cut off an army- to bar its road- is quite impossible, for there is always plenty of room to avoid capture and there is the night when nothing can be seen, as the military scientists might convince themselves by the example of Krasnoe and of the Berezina. It is only possible to capture prisoners if they agree to be captured, just as it is only possible to catch a swallow if it settles on one's hand. Men can only be taken prisoners if they surrender according to the rules of strategy and tactics, as the Germans did. But the French troops quite rightly did not consider that this suited them, since death by hunger and cold awaited them in flight or captivity alike..¡¡¡¡"Well, everything is going to ruin! Robbery in the law courts, in the army nothing but flogging, drilling, and Military Settlements; the people are tortured, enlightenment is suppressed. All that is young and honest is crushed! Everyone sees that this cannot go on. Everything is strained to such a degree that it will certainly break," said Pierre (as those who examine the actions of any government have always said since governments began). "I told them just one thing in Petersburg.";¡¡¡¡(3) However accessible may be the chain of causation of any action, we shall never know the whole chain since it is endless, and so again we never reach absolute inevitability..¡°Get away from him ¡ª get away ¡ª Scabbers, come here ¡ª¡± .

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¡¡¡¡Rivulets of blood flowed beneath him.,It was his third day on the job.;¡¡¡¡ In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and allowed some glimpse of the house....¡¡¡¡Princess Mary was sitting helpless and bewildered in the large sitting room, when Rostov was shown in. She could not grasp who he was and why he had come, or what was happening to her. When she saw his Russian face, and by his walk and the first words he uttered recognized him as a man of her own class, she glanced at him with her deep radiant look and began speaking in a voice that faltered and trembled with emotion. This meeting immediately struck Rostov as a romantic event. "A helpless girl overwhelmed with grief, left to the mercy of coarse, rioting peasants! And what a strange fate sent me here! What gentleness and nobility there are in her features and expression!" thought he as he looked at her and listened to her timid story.!? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡In order to depict a battle, there is required one of those powerful painters who have chaos in their brushes. Rembrandt is better than Vandermeulen; Vandermeulen, exact at noon, lies at three o'clock. Geometry is deceptive; the hurricane alone is trustworthy.,CHAPTER XIII ,¡¡¡¡It was just when the count's affairs had become so involved that it was impossible to say what would happen if he lived another year that he unexpectedly died..

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