`Didn't I offend him in some way?' Sergei Ivanovich wondered.
"Why don't you speak?" she inquired of a very old man who stood just in front of her leaning on his stick. "If you think something more is wanted, tell me! I will do anything," said she, catching his eye.
‘Wiv all the trouble I went to to get ‘em?’ said Mundungus, his saggy, bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. ‘I'm sorry, lads, but I'm not taking a Knut under twenty.’
moment; if utterly deprived of it, we could no more hold discourse; and deprived of it we should be if we admitted that there was no
`New it may be, but nobility it isn't. They're landed proprietors - but we're the landowners. As noblemen, they're cutting their own throats.'
BOOK EIGHT: 1811 - 12
But even as he stood there, flooded with excitement, something Harry had once heard Mr. Weasley say came floating out of his memory.
M. Madeleine remained thoughtfully listening to the firm, sure step, which died away on the pavement of the corridor.
Boris, who had come to Moscow on leave a few days before, had been anxious to be presented to Prince Nicholas Bolkonski, and had contrived to ingratiate himself so well that the old prince in his case made an exception to the rule of not receiving bachelors in his house.