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While the war lasted it was the delight of some of the stoutly built fellows to go home for a few days, and kick and cuff and tongue-lash the able-bodied bomb-proofs. How coolly and submissively they took it all! How "big" they are now! The rubbish accumulated by the hope of recognition burdened the soldiers nearly to the end.
There are no unsightly stone walls and never a fence of any kind. There is no dirt, no decay, no rubbish anywhere nothing that even hints at untidiness nothing that ever suggests neglect. All is orderly and beautiful every thing is charming to the eye.
The last blast was a peculiarly strong one, and after the small rubbish was done raining around us and we were just going to shake hands over our deliverance, a later and larger stone came down amongst our little group of pedestrians and wrecked an umbrella. It did no other harm, but we took to the water just the same.
At length, however, at the bottom of a blind alley, he perceived a remnant of the half-rotten palings which still surrounded the vast square site bordered by the Rue Saint Pierre, the Rue de Bagneres, the Rue de Langelle, and the Rue des Jardins. "We must turn to the left," continued the doctor, who had entered a narrow passage among the rubbish. "Here we are!"
Every plant has a distinct character of its own. I saw the other day an American landscape picture with a wild, uncultivated foreground. There was not a botanical thing in it. The man who painted it didn't know a sweetbrier from a thistle. "Just a confused mass of rubbish.
In ten minutes, Frowenfeld's was a broken-windowed, open-doored house, full of unrecognizable rubbish that had escaped the torch only through a chance rumor that the Governor's police were coming, and the consequent stampede of the mob.
Rostov laughed so loud and merrily that Denisov, in his bedroom, felt envious and Natasha could not help joining in. "No, but don't you think it's nice?" she kept repeating. "Nice! And so you no longer wish to marry Boris?" Natasha flared up. "I don't want to marry anyone. And I'll tell him so when I see him!" "Dear me!" said Rostov. "But that's all rubbish," Natasha chattered on.
She hid her face in her hands. "Rubbish!" he said, and then, in a changed voice, "My darling, you will be better soon. I must get you away from here." Gently he drew her hands away from her face and lifted them to his lips; the soft palms were wet with tears. They were standing on the threshold of an inner room. "You can go in here until I have done with Tor di Rocca," he said.
The Greek literature was doubtless made use of, but only to furnish some serviceable maxims of experience culled from the mass of chaff and rubbish: it was one of Cato's commonplaces, that "Greek books must be looked into, but not thoroughly studied."
"If you give him up, I shall go to him; I will never come back!" The Squire's grip on the rail relaxed; in the light of the candle, still and steady and bright his jaw could be seen to fall. He snapped his teeth together, and turning abruptly, said: "Don't talk such rubbish!" Then, taking the candle, he went into his dressing-room.
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