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  Still greater coherence and inevitability is seen in the life of Alexander I, the man who stood at the head of the countermovement from east to west..,  Thence arose for his wall the flaring sign, and for his inn the name which it bore in the neighborhood, of "the cabaret of the Sergeant of Waterloo.",  One of the insurgents was missing.,  Marya Ignatevna Peronskaya, a thin and shallow maid of honor at the court of the Dowager Empress, who was a friend and relation of the countess and piloted the provincial Rostovs in Petersburg high society, was to accompany them to the ball.,  Nevertheless, at a certain moment in the afternoon the battle came to a point.,,  Of him also, as well as of Paris, it might have been said:.,;
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,  At their yesterday's halting place, feeling chilly by a dying campfire, Pierre had got up and gone to the next one, which was burning better. There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up- head and all- with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew. It was already past midnight, the hour when Karataev was usually free of his fever and particularly lively. When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart. His feeling of pity for this man frightened him and he wished to go away, but there was no other fire, and Pierre sat down, trying not to look at Platon..  No name on the stone.,  "Him... I want him... now, this minute! I want him!" said Natasha, with glittering eyes and no sign of a smile.!,  Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face.,if he confer lime, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need ,  He began to gaze at her as though he wished to retain her features for eternity.,  At Waterloo, French, fifty-six per cent; the Allies, thirty-one. Total for Waterloo, forty-one per cent; one hundred and forty-four thousand combatants; sixty thousand dead....

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  You're putting on style, 'pon my word!",sight of the life. There is no excellent beauty, that hath not some strangeness in ...,Still working out what she meant, Harry set off at a sprint, Hermione behind him. They tore across the vegetable gardens to the greenhouses, paused for a moment behind them, then set off again, fast as they could, skirting around the Whomping Willow, tearing toward the shelter of the forest´. ...  On the following day, Jean Valjean asked Cosette again:--.32 INT -- MESS HALL -- MORNING (1947) 32;

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,CHAPTER XI ,  After dinner the count settled himself comfortably in an easy chair and with a serious face asked Sonya, who was considered an excellent reader, to read the appeal. ,  He had even at need contrived to aid and multiply the industries of other arrondissements.,  On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same spot in the evening, and had left them this discourse by way of a farewell:!  "I am sure you're not telling us everything; I am sure you did something..." said Natasha and pausing added, "something fine?",  She had questioned Cosette, who had not been able to tell her anything, since she knew nothing herself except that she had come from Montfermeil.,  He started to his feet.,!

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  Next day Prince Andrew called at a few houses he had not visited before, and among them at the Rostovs' with whom he had renewed acquaintance at the ball. Apart from considerations of politeness which demanded the call, he wanted to see that original, eager girl who had left such a pleasant impression on his mind, in her own home.,,,  And turning round and calling behind him:--,CHAPTER XVI .BOOK NINE: 1812,  It was necessary to fight an unexpected battle at Smolensk to save our lines of communication. The battle was fought and thousands were killed on both sides.!  Jean Valjean had made up his mind to quit Paris, and even France, and go over to England.,;

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!  Father Hucheloup was a jovial host.;  "Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?"!  To the left of the entrance door, on the boulevard side, at about the height of a man from the ground, a small window which had been walled up formed a square niche full of stones which the children had thrown there as they passed by.,he may do it with good grace, and with a kind of magnanimity. ,  From Smolensk the troops continued to retreat, followed by the enemy. On the tenth of August the regiment Prince Andrew commanded was marching along the highroad past the avenue leading to Bald Hills. Heat and drought had continued for more than three weeks. 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. Heavy night dews alone refreshed the earth. The unreaped corn was scorched and shed its grain. The marshes dried up. The cattle lowed from hunger, finding no food on the sun-parched meadows. Only at night and in the forests while the dew lasted was there any freshness. But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep. As soon as day dawned the march began. The artillery and baggage wagons moved noiselessly through the deep dust that rose to the very hubs of the wheels, and the infantry sank ankle-deep in that soft, choking, hot dust that never cooled even at night. Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road. The higher the sun rose the higher rose that cloud of dust, and through the screen of its hot fine particles one could look with naked eye at the sun, which showed like a huge crimson ball in the unclouded sky. There was no wind, and the men choked in that motionless atmosphere. They marched with handkerchiefs tied over their noses and mouths. When they passed through a village they all rushed to the wells and fought for the water and drank it down to the mud....

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