But he didn't answer. He didn't even raise the handkerchief to his face.
Mistaking my emotion, they were endeavouring to cheer me with the hope that the boy would certainly be found,
We lingered so long over the leaves from which I had read, that as I consigned them to their former resting place
He had relapsed for a moment into his late train of meditation, and, with a thoughtful smile upon his face, had died.
Her eyes were a light hazel, they were lovely eyes, full of life, and capable of expressing love as well as sullen hatre...
I had to make haste and at all costs save my reputation in the eyes of Zverkov and Simonov as quickly as possible