This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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8149 | A musician like you? |
8149 | After the social revolution? |
8149 | Against me? |
8149 | And all the other men and women do n''t count? |
8149 | And do n''t you ever make mistakes when you go after them? |
8149 | And even if that does happen, is n''t it better to die fighting for the happiness of those one loves than to flicker out in apathy? |
8149 | And she was in Germany, was she not? |
8149 | And you give that sort of thing to the people? |
8149 | And you have come from Germany? 8149 And you have no other work to offer a musician like myself?" |
8149 | And you offer that to me, to me-- me...? |
8149 | Angry? 8149 Antoinette?" |
8149 | Are n''t you well? |
8149 | Are there only women writers in France? |
8149 | As you do? 8149 But against my country?" |
8149 | But for you? |
8149 | But how could you sympathize with me? 8149 But how does that affect you?" |
8149 | But how was it,asked Christophe, who was still inclined to be suspicious,"that they told me just now that Herr Kohn did not belong here?" |
8149 | But is it necessary always to understand each other? |
8149 | But is n''t it true?... 8149 But tell me,"Christophe would ask André Elsberger,"are you in touch with the proletarians of the rest of the nations?" |
8149 | But what can I do? |
8149 | But when one can not do them? |
8149 | But why? 8149 But, in your heart, you had decided?" |
8149 | But,he went on a moment later,"you knew?... |
8149 | Ca n''t you be just to your adversaries? |
8149 | Do n''t they pay you enough? |
8149 | Do you teach them to do evil, then? |
8149 | Do you think I should come to you with weapons concealed about me? 8149 Do you think I''m not competent to do the work?" |
8149 | Dreyfusards? |
8149 | For whose sake? 8149 Have you a good situation?" |
8149 | Have you made treaties, and drawn up a plan? |
8149 | Have you no blood in your veins? |
8149 | How are we to live? 8149 How can a man and a woman live together if they do n''t think the same?" |
8149 | How can you stand such a life? 8149 How do you make your living?" |
8149 | How is it that I do n''t see it then? |
8149 | Is it possible? |
8149 | Is n''t it the common lot? 8149 Is one to lie to one''s neighbor?" |
8149 | Is there enough in it to keep you talking for ten minutes? |
8149 | It''s all very well for you to talk: would you take a woman who did not love music? |
8149 | Lecture on what? |
8149 | My poor dear fellow,said Olivier,"what do you know of France?" |
8149 | My position? |
8149 | Nor for love? |
8149 | Out? 8149 So.... You.... You have come to see me?" |
8149 | Suppose a common enemy were to threaten Europe, would n''t you throw in your lot with the Germans? |
8149 | Teach what? |
8149 | The Republic? |
8149 | The house reeking of filth, the hot dirtiness of it all, the shameful poverty-- how can you bring yourself to come back to it night after night? 8149 The idiots of the market- place?" |
8149 | The revolution? |
8149 | Then you have come to see me because I can be silent? |
8149 | To- morrow? |
8149 | Well,said Christophe,"is that a reason for a Frenchman?" |
8149 | Well: what are they doing? |
8149 | Well: what does that matter? |
8149 | What about Strauss? |
8149 | What can I do? |
8149 | What can we do? 8149 What do you mean?" |
8149 | What do you want? 8149 What do you want?" |
8149 | What does he say about it? |
8149 | What else can one do? 8149 What good is that to other people?" |
8149 | What has it got to do with M. Roussin? 8149 What have I done?" |
8149 | What in thunder is that? 8149 What is it? |
8149 | What is it? |
8149 | What is the matter with you, then? |
8149 | What more do you want? |
8149 | What story? |
8149 | What would have stopped you? |
8149 | What would you have us do? 8149 What''s the good of treaties? |
8149 | What''s the matter with the woman? |
8149 | What''s the matter with you, boy? 8149 What''s the matter with you? |
8149 | What''s this? 8149 What? |
8149 | What? |
8149 | What? |
8149 | What? |
8149 | What? |
8149 | When shall I know? |
8149 | When shall we all be equal, then? |
8149 | When? |
8149 | Where are they? |
8149 | Where did he go? |
8149 | While you are waiting for lessons, would you care to do some work for a music publisher? |
8149 | Who are you screaming at? |
8149 | Who knows? |
8149 | Who? |
8149 | Who? |
8149 | Why do n''t you marry her,asked Christophe,"if you love her and she loves you?" |
8149 | Why do you stay? |
8149 | Why is it impossible? |
8149 | Why is that surprising? |
8149 | Why not? 8149 Why not?" |
8149 | Why should one always be sacrificing one thing for another? 8149 Why? |
8149 | Why? 8149 Why?" |
8149 | With you listening? 8149 Without flinching? |
8149 | Would n''t you much rather have been the Greeks, who are dead, than any of the people who are vegetating nowadays? |
8149 | You are impertinent.... And then, even if it were so, is n''t that the right way to love music? |
8149 | You do n''t know him? 8149 You have written music? |
8149 | You need a great critic, a Lessing, a..."A Boileau? |
8149 | You tell yourself stories? 8149 You think not?" |
8149 | You want me to?... 8149 You would never have come to me?" |
8149 | You''re not angry with me? |
8149 | Your young poet? |
8149 | _ You_ say that? 8149 A few dozen men of letters? 8149 After a moment Olivier, still busy with his own thoughts, said:Are you tired, too, father?" |
8149 | After the first act he turned to Sylvain Kohn, who asked him, with glittering eyes:"Well, old man, what do you think of it?" |
8149 | An ugly husband, eh?" |
8149 | And Christophe asked Olivier:"Where are your people? |
8149 | And Christophe:"What is success to me, now that she is dead?" |
8149 | And are you even sure that the worms have not crept into your building- yard?" |
8149 | And he said:"Is it like that all through?" |
8149 | And the boy?... |
8149 | And then, even if he remembered, how was he to find a poor little governess in that ant- heap of human beings? |
8149 | And to what end? |
8149 | And what could he do for her? |
8149 | And when Céline took Christophe to the door and found herself alone with him, she said:"Do you know what he was reading? |
8149 | And when she did succeed in escaping from the crowd, she made no attempt to go back: she was suddenly ashamed: what could she dare to say to him? |
8149 | And when they insisted, saying:"Which matters most in music, harmony or counterpoint?" |
8149 | Are n''t they good to you?" |
8149 | Are not his days also like the days of an hireling? |
8149 | Are they of all men unable to see the poetry of the world?" |
8149 | Are you even a musician? |
8149 | Are you ill?" |
8149 | Are you ill?" |
8149 | Are you satisfied?" |
8149 | Are you trying to rob them of every scrap of courage to live?" |
8149 | As Beethoven had said,"If we surrender the forces of our lives to life, what, then, will be left for the noblest and highest?" |
8149 | As for art,--you see,--I strum and daub and make messy little water- color sketches;--but is that enough to fill a woman''s life? |
8149 | At last Christophe looked straight at the young man, and said with a smile, in a gruff voice:"You''re not a Parisian?" |
8149 | At last Olivier pulled himself together, and, in a choking voice, said:"Tell me frankly, Christophe: you were going away?" |
8149 | Because they were united at my expense?... |
8149 | Between ourselves, does it not seem as though that day had arrived?" |
8149 | But Kohn called to him:"What became of you after that great day?" |
8149 | But Olivier shrugged his shoulders, and said, wearily and ironically:"Grapple with them? |
8149 | But do n''t you see that that is what keeps me going? |
8149 | But do you think there is much fun in marrying this or that young man whom I know as well as you do? |
8149 | But do you yourselves do anything to clear it away? |
8149 | But instead of that, what happens? |
8149 | But it was possible.... Well, then, afterwards?... |
8149 | But to how many men in France does that ever occur? |
8149 | But what can I do? |
8149 | But what did it matter? |
8149 | But what did it matter? |
8149 | But what does that matter to us? |
8149 | But what good would that be to you if your life and your work remained unknown, as they probably would without the Jews? |
8149 | But what sort of work can we do? |
8149 | But what the hell are you to treat me like that? |
8149 | But what use are philosophy, history, and science to me? |
8149 | But what was the good of her knowing it? |
8149 | But what was the good of that? |
8149 | But what was the good? |
8149 | But where were the springs of their life? |
8149 | But, if you go to work without a plan, how can you expect any good to come of it? |
8149 | But, surely, they would always live like that? |
8149 | But,"he said, as he looked at the photograph on the desk,"she was quite a child when you lost her?" |
8149 | Ca n''t it be done?" |
8149 | Christophe asked Madame Roussin:"Who is he?" |
8149 | Christophe darted a look of fury at him, and went on:"You know many people in the German colony?" |
8149 | Christophe mentioned M. Weil,--(the Commandant gave an exclamation),--and the Elsbergers,--(he jumped in his seat):"That Jew? |
8149 | Christophe repeated:"Antoinette... Antoinette Jeannin.... She was your sister?... |
8149 | Christophe returned to Madame Roussin:"Tell me, what is his name?" |
8149 | Christophe went on genially:"What are you doing among all these people?" |
8149 | Christophe went on:"Is your business doing well? |
8149 | Christophe would shrug his shoulders:"French music?... |
8149 | Come, Commandant, you have made war; is that fighting, or anything like it?" |
8149 | Come, come, are you mad?" |
8149 | Could I betray my conscience for her? |
8149 | Could that be refused him if only in charity? |
8149 | Could you speak for me?" |
8149 | Could you''simplify''the_ Carnival_ of Schumann, and arrange it for six and eight hands?" |
8149 | Did Madame Germain, in the egoism of her love, see it?... |
8149 | Did the sun never shine in France? |
8149 | Did you have a good time?" |
8149 | Do n''t you lose heart with it all? |
8149 | Do n''t you see that the heroic idealism of your country and every other country in Europe is actually threatened? |
8149 | Do n''t you see that they are all, more or less, a prey to the adventurers of every class of society? |
8149 | Do n''t you think it would be better to fight against it? |
8149 | Do n''t you yourself waste energy in anger and bitter struggles?" |
8149 | Do they teach morality in French schools?" |
8149 | Do you even know of the existence of our young reviews in which such great faith and devotion are expressed? |
8149 | Do you know where you are? |
8149 | Do you think I am going to abdicate? |
8149 | Do you think a working- man even knows what is being done in them? |
8149 | Do you think there''ll be timber enough left for your new house? |
8149 | Do you think you can take me in with looking anywhere but at me, and clipping your words? |
8149 | Do you want me to adopt the old device of hate:_ Fuori Barbari_, or:_ France for the French_?" |
8149 | Does not that foreign and uneasy quality exist even in the children of our own flesh and blood?... |
8149 | Eh? |
8149 | Even if he knew all and were kind to her, what could he do?... |
8149 | Even if she had wished to do so, how could she? |
8149 | Finished already? |
8149 | For Heaven to take your affairs in hand? |
8149 | For I do love you: but....""But you love the other fellow too?" |
8149 | For long?" |
8149 | For or against Reason? |
8149 | For or against religion? |
8149 | Glory?... |
8149 | Go by the first train? |
8149 | God? |
8149 | Had he ever set eyes on them in France? |
8149 | Have n''t you another room?" |
8149 | Have not your worst enemies and your friends from the very beginning been Jews?" |
8149 | Have you ever heard of our heroic deeds from the Crusades to the Commune? |
8149 | Have you ever seen and felt the tragedy of the French spirit? |
8149 | Have you ever stood at the brink of the abyss of Pascal? |
8149 | Have you ever tried to perceive it? |
8149 | Have you ever written anything?... |
8149 | Have you many customers?" |
8149 | Have you no poets in France?" |
8149 | Have you read a single one of the books which are our faithful friends, the companions who support us in our lives? |
8149 | He is free again?" |
8149 | He must be a lusty lad: how the devil had he done it? |
8149 | He opened it at the most somber words of all:_ Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? |
8149 | He said:"Colette, do you want us not to be friends any more?" |
8149 | He said:"Shall we sit down for a moment on the seat here?" |
8149 | He said:"Tell me, Christophe: could you... could you...?" |
8149 | He took his hands in his usual uncouth way, and asked gaily:"You''ve been away? |
8149 | He was wondering:"What is the difference between that and love?" |
8149 | He went on in German:"And you come from the_ Rhine- land_?... |
8149 | He would kiss her little hands, and jump her up and down on his knees, and sing the old song"What would you, pretty maid? |
8149 | He would make himself ill with the thought of it...."Should he write and tell her to come back?" |
8149 | He would not go.... Why should he not go?... |
8149 | He would talk to her and weep... Where was she? |
8149 | How can a man like you set so little store by the realities of life? |
8149 | How could I hate, having no hatred, or, without being guilty of a lie, assume a hatred that I did not feel? |
8149 | How do you manage to live here?" |
8149 | How is your mother?" |
8149 | How many Parisians have you met who have lived higher than the second or third floor? |
8149 | How was it he had failed to feel the treasure of their goodness and honesty? |
8149 | How would he find his mother, his mother whom he had deserted?... |
8149 | How, then, should they not defend it against every menace of feudal reaction? |
8149 | I am not fortunate enough to be like your German Gretchens, who can always create an illusion for themselves.... That is terrible, is n''t it? |
8149 | I have sinned; what shall I do unto Thee, O Thou preserver of men? |
8149 | I love France: but could I slay my soul for her? |
8149 | I say to myself:''What is the good of fighting? |
8149 | If in a few weeks he had fallen so low, where would he end? |
8149 | If only mother had let me do it, as I could have done....""What will you do? |
8149 | In Antoinette, too, there was the dark desire: but she fought it down: she wished to live...."Why? |
8149 | In the darkness into which he was rushing Christophe sat wide- eyed, staring straight in front of him and thinking:"Shall I be in time?" |
8149 | Is it better to give up living than to take the risks of life?" |
8149 | Is n''t it pretty?" |
8149 | Is n''t it revolting?" |
8149 | Is n''t it right to teach them to see the sadness of things, as we do, and yet to go on and do their duty without flinching?" |
8149 | Is n''t it so, my dear?" |
8149 | Is that what you want? |
8149 | It was he who asked:"Why have you stopped hurling that blessed Jew at my head?" |
8149 | It''s silly of me, is n''t it?" |
8149 | Let the troublous North and the loquacious South come to us....""And the poisonous East?" |
8149 | Lucien Lévy- Coeur met Christophe''s eyes and paled a little, and said:"Were you speaking to me?" |
8149 | Lunch with me?" |
8149 | Many succumbed: they said:''Since it is so, why struggle against it? |
8149 | Next day, and for several days after, as he walked about, he would suddenly bellow like a bull.... Why did he visit these people? |
8149 | Nothing exists? |
8149 | Often mediocre, and even coarse, what does it matter? |
8149 | Olivier caught him up on the stairs: what was he going to do? |
8149 | Olivier replied:"The people? |
8149 | Olivier said to Christophe, who was silent:"Do you understand now?" |
8149 | Olivier was thinking:"Antoinette, where are you?" |
8149 | Olivier went on sorrowfully:"You would have fought against us?" |
8149 | On the fifth day.... On the fifth day he hurled the paper away with a shudder, and said to Sylvain Kohn:"But what''s the matter with you all? |
8149 | One evening, as he sat in his room, he could not restrain his tears: he flung himself on his knees by his bed and prayed.... To whom did he pray? |
8149 | One must live?" |
8149 | One way or the other, what does it matter? |
8149 | Only...""What, then?" |
8149 | Or was it the fat notary? |
8149 | Outside the poor woman who looked after you, what do you know of them? |
8149 | Perhaps we''re Jews ourselves? |
8149 | Pretty bad, is n''t it? |
8149 | Salome, the daughter of Ysolde.... And whose mother will Salome be in her turn?" |
8149 | Shall I reach you before another wall is raised up between us: the wall of death?... |
8149 | Shall we ever be together? |
8149 | She longed to say to him:"My dear, my dear, that is nothing: but, tell me, what is the matter with you? |
8149 | She stood by the door, and said thickly:"I came.... Will you... will you let me take her?" |
8149 | She was ashamed... What was the good of it all? |
8149 | She went to it with the Stevens: and she was tortured by the hideous sight of the rabble amusing themselves with insulting an artist.... An artist? |
8149 | So you are the musician?" |
8149 | Take us? |
8149 | Tell me, what is hurting you so?" |
8149 | That nothing is nothing? |
8149 | The Abbé Corneille only asked:"Where do we stand as men? |
8149 | The boy, where was he? |
8149 | The impresario beamed and said:"Well, are you satisfied?" |
8149 | The police? |
8149 | The theaters of Paris? |
8149 | The waters of his wretched life stirred and shifted above Him and never touched Him: what was there in common between that and Him? |
8149 | Then how will you be better off? |
8149 | Then, instead of answering, he asked with a shy, sweet smile:"And you?" |
8149 | There is something the matter... You are hiding something... Has something dreadful happened? |
8149 | There would be time for her to die before he could see her... Why had she not written to him, just a line or two, the day before?... |
8149 | There''s loyalty and manliness in that, is n''t there?" |
8149 | There''s no reason for doing anything? |
8149 | They told you, I suppose?... |
8149 | They worried their hair white in the search for new combinations of chords-- to express...? |
8149 | They would send for Christophe, hum over their lucubrations, and say:"Is n''t it fine?" |
8149 | Those Dreyfusards?" |
8149 | To fight that common enemy, do n''t you think you should join with those of your adversaries who are of some worth and moral vigor? |
8149 | To make our adversaries triumph?" |
8149 | To put a stop to it, Kohn asked:"But how the devil do you come here?" |
8149 | To whom could he pray? |
8149 | Victory? |
8149 | Was a little of the indifference of the Parisians creeping over him? |
8149 | Was it impossible for people to think differently, and yet to retain their mutual esteem? |
8149 | Was it that proud feeling of melancholy and pity that made him in spite of all sympathize with the opera? |
8149 | Was it true that he was not in the least interested? |
8149 | Was she ill?... |
8149 | Was there not a great risk of bringing unhappiness on the woman he loved, and himself,--not to mention any children there might be?... |
8149 | Well, any news? |
8149 | Well, do you know what you are doing with your piano?... |
8149 | Well, maestro, what do you say? |
8149 | What are you doing this evening? |
8149 | What are you trying to prove? |
8149 | What are you waiting for? |
8149 | What could they have said save a few trivial words? |
8149 | What did it matter whether the fight appeared absurd to nations who called themselves practical? |
8149 | What did it matter? |
8149 | What did the rest matter? |
8149 | What did they say?" |
8149 | What do you do? |
8149 | What do you say, you fellows?" |
8149 | What do you want them to do?" |
8149 | What do you want? |
8149 | What does it matter to me whether the woman I love cares for music as much as I do? |
8149 | What does it matter to us whether they live or die? |
8149 | What does it matter whether your nation is the eldest daughter of the Church or the eldest daughter of Reason? |
8149 | What good was it to have rebelled against Hecht''s offer? |
8149 | What had become of him? |
8149 | What had she done? |
8149 | What had she to do with God? |
8149 | What have you written? |
8149 | What is it, after all? |
8149 | What is it, then, if you please?" |
8149 | What is left for us?" |
8149 | What is the good of beautiful things if the eyes of the beloved are not there to see them? |
8149 | What is the matter with you, really?" |
8149 | What is the use of beauty, what is the use even of joy, if they can not be won through the heart of the beloved? |
8149 | What man is free in this world? |
8149 | What must he have thought of her? |
8149 | What nation has the right to say:"These people are mine: for they are my brothers"? |
8149 | What need had he of letters? |
8149 | What should I do with the security you offer me, and your order and your impeccable discipline, locked up in the four walls of your Imperial barracks? |
8149 | What was he doing? |
8149 | What was the matter with her? |
8149 | What was there to say? |
8149 | What would happen if she were to disappear? |
8149 | What would you? |
8149 | What''s the good of tormenting myself? |
8149 | When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? |
8149 | When all is said and done they think:"''Why wo n''t these people leave us in peace?'' |
8149 | When all is said and done, what do your ideas amount to? |
8149 | When in the world was the like of the heroism of Cyrano ever to be found? |
8149 | Where are your manners? |
8149 | Where did I read that?" |
8149 | Where had he seen her?... |
8149 | Where have you had a chance of seeing them? |
8149 | Where is man?... |
8149 | Where is that which makes us live?" |
8149 | Where is the poet in whose soul the height and depth of it were felt? |
8149 | Where is the poet in whose soul this sacred agony is reflected? |
8149 | Where was he going? |
8149 | Where will you be when your France emerges from the Nile? |
8149 | Where''s my hammer? |
8149 | Who can say that it is not?''" |
8149 | Who can say what gentle and chaste pleasure in itself there may be in so innocent a creature at feeling herself in sympathy with others? |
8149 | Who could say that such a flower would not spring from it a second time? |
8149 | Who was it said that the French were amiable fantastics who believed in nothing? |
8149 | Who will say it? |
8149 | Why did he go on visiting them? |
8149 | Why did her head hurt her so? |
8149 | Why did n''t you tell me?" |
8149 | Why did she not try to break away from her condition and emancipate herself? |
8149 | Why do anything? |
8149 | Why do n''t they let us go for each other with fists and cudgels? |
8149 | Why do you run away from life? |
8149 | Why do you shrug your shoulders and make faces?" |
8149 | Why do you want me to?" |
8149 | Why force himself to gesticulate and make faces, like the rest, and pretend to be interested in things that did not appeal to him in the very least? |
8149 | Why had he spent all he had on his dinner? |
8149 | Why not do the same here? |
8149 | Why not widen the scope of the fight? |
8149 | Why should I bother to organize leagues and revolutions against them? |
8149 | Why should n''t I understand it as well as you?" |
8149 | Why should you think that your revolt will carry so little weight? |
8149 | Why wo n''t you play?" |
8149 | Why, then, did they live? |
8149 | Why? |
8149 | Why?" |
8149 | Will you be my friend?" |
8149 | Will you give me the pleasure...? |
8149 | Will you please listen?" |
8149 | Without you to trouble me, what should I have to live for?" |
8149 | Would the members of your own religion come to your assistance? |
8149 | Yes: it is only natural that you should know nothing of all this: I do not blame you: how could you? |
8149 | You are interested only in the handiwork? |
8149 | You are jealous even of your wife''s ideas? |
8149 | You mentioned my name? |
8149 | _ Lieder_, I suppose?" |
8149 | _ Sat prata_....( What is that in Latin?).... |
8149 | if I were a Frenchman I would give you portraits in music....( Would you like me to sketch the girl sitting in the garden under the lilac?).... |
8149 | you, too, have suffered?" |
48731 | A lad of the name of''Little Gervais?'' |
48731 | A poor old priest who passes by, muttering his mummery? 48731 Ah, it is you still,"said Jean Valjean, and springing up, with his foot still held on the coin, he added,"Will you be off or not?" |
48731 | And how long will it rest after the journey? |
48731 | And how long will the trial last? |
48731 | And it is a cross- road; stay, sir,the road- mender continued;"will you let me give you a piece of advice? |
48731 | And it will go the distance? |
48731 | And what did he offer you? |
48731 | And who is the magistrate who has cause to complain of the agent? |
48731 | And you wish to arrive to- day? |
48731 | Are the assizes held there? |
48731 | Are you going far in this state? |
48731 | Are you going to Arras? |
48731 | As a Mayor who had encroached on the police? |
48731 | But do you not see that the cart is sinking into the ground? |
48731 | But it must only be heard by yourself--"What do I care for that? 48731 But,"she continued,"tell me where Cosette is? |
48731 | By taking post- horses? |
48731 | By whom? |
48731 | Can you mean it, Monseigneur? |
48731 | Can you mend this wheel? |
48731 | Can you tell me if there is any one of the name of Little Gervais in the villages about here? |
48731 | Can you understand it? 48731 Come, will you lift your foot? |
48731 | Denounced me? |
48731 | Did I not tell you that it would be all right? |
48731 | Did you not order one? |
48731 | Do they die of it? |
48731 | Do you know how to drive? |
48731 | Do you know what they do? 48731 Do you not recognize me?" |
48731 | Do you not wish to breakfast, sir? |
48731 | Do you wish to buy them of me, sir? |
48731 | Doctor,she continued,"has the sister told you that M. Madeleine has gone to fetch my darling?" |
48731 | Does it attack children? |
48731 | Does it make any difference to you if you reach Arras at four o''clock to- morrow morning? |
48731 | Does it require much medicine? |
48731 | Good gracious, cousin,she said,"what are you thinking, about?" |
48731 | Harnessed in a gig? |
48731 | Has she not a child that she wishes to see? |
48731 | Has your horse good legs? |
48731 | Have you a gig I can hire? |
48731 | Have you a jack? |
48731 | Have you been a soldier? |
48731 | Have you been to what is his name, in the Rue de Chauffaut? |
48731 | Have you come any distance? |
48731 | Have you had a pleasant journey, sir? 48731 Have you thought, sir, that it is now winter?" |
48731 | How is it going, sir? |
48731 | How many are there of them? |
48731 | How many beds,he asked him,"do you think that this room alone would hold?" |
48731 | How many patients have you at this moment? |
48731 | How so? 48731 How so?" |
48731 | How soon will it be here? |
48731 | How? |
48731 | I beg your pardon, sir, but perhaps you are a relative? |
48731 | I beg your pardon, sir,the traveller said,"but would you, for payment, give me a plateful of soup and a corner to sleep in in your garden outhouse?" |
48731 | I presume that all of you consider me worthy of pity? 48731 I?" |
48731 | In that case,the corporal continued,"we can let him go?" |
48731 | In that case--"But surely I can hire a saddle- horse in the village? |
48731 | In the next place, is the gig for yourself, sir? |
48731 | Is he really? |
48731 | Is it true that I am at liberty? |
48731 | Is it true? 48731 Is it you, sir?" |
48731 | Is not the postoffice in this house? |
48731 | Is that true? 48731 Is there another wheelwright?" |
48731 | Is there any one here? |
48731 | Is there any one who lets out vehicles in the town? |
48731 | Is there any way of entering the court, sir? |
48731 | Is there no one here willing to earn twenty louis and save this poor old man''s life? |
48731 | Is there not the Arras mail- cart? 48731 It is not that""What is it, then?" |
48731 | Louis XV.? 48731 M. Scaufflaire,"he said,"at how much do you value the tilbury and horse you are going to let me, one with the other?" |
48731 | M. le Maire, what answer am I to give? |
48731 | Master Scaufflaire, he inquired,"have you a good horse?" |
48731 | Monseigneur''s dining- room? |
48731 | Monseigneur,the corporal said;"what this man told us was true then? |
48731 | Montfermeil is a rather pretty place, is it not? 48731 Mr. Jailer,"he said, as he humbly doffed his cap,"would you be kind enough to open the door and give me a nights lodging?" |
48731 | My dear sister, have we not some relatives in those parts? |
48731 | My good fellow,he said to the ostler,"is there a wheelwright here?" |
48731 | My good sir,said the Bishop,"is that all? |
48731 | Of course, but will this horse carry a saddle? |
48731 | Oh,she replied,"he is right; but what do those Thénardiers mean by keeping my Cosette? |
48731 | On that bench? |
48731 | On what day, then? |
48731 | Sergeant,he shouted,"do you not see that the wench is bolting? |
48731 | Sir,the little Savoyard said, with that childish confidence which is composed of ignorance and innocence,"my coin?" |
48731 | Sir,the woman said,"my boy tells me that you wish to hire a conveyance?" |
48731 | Sister,he asked,"are you alone in the room?" |
48731 | Suppose the spokes were tied with cords? |
48731 | Suppose you employed two workmen? |
48731 | That I was in prison? |
48731 | That it may rain? |
48731 | The galleys? |
48731 | There is one thing to be said about hiring post- horses; have you your passport, sir? |
48731 | There''s the other beginning now; will you be quiet, wench? 48731 To nobody; but as the trial is over, how is it that the court is still lighted?" |
48731 | To return the same distance? |
48731 | Was it a bishop''s place to visit the death- bed of such a man? 48731 We discussed philosophy; which do you prefer, Descartes or Spinoza?" |
48731 | Well, in two hours? |
48731 | Well, one to sell me? |
48731 | Well, what am I afraid of? |
48731 | Well, what is the matter, Javert? |
48731 | Well,he continued,"what is it?" |
48731 | Well,she said,"where is the surprise?" |
48731 | Well? |
48731 | Well? |
48731 | Well? |
48731 | Well? |
48731 | Well? |
48731 | What are they? |
48731 | What are you doing there, my friend? |
48731 | What are you saying, my friend? |
48731 | What deed? |
48731 | What do you mean? 48731 What do you mean?" |
48731 | What do you mean? |
48731 | What do you think of Bossuet singing a Te Deum over the Dragonnades? |
48731 | What has that to do with me? |
48731 | What identity? |
48731 | What is her age? |
48731 | What is it? |
48731 | What is that? |
48731 | What is the culpable act you have committed? 48731 What is the meaning of all this nonsense?" |
48731 | What is this? |
48731 | What is to be done with the axle? 48731 What is to be done?" |
48731 | What is your name? |
48731 | What name did you say? |
48731 | What ostler? |
48731 | What other trial? |
48731 | What tilbury? |
48731 | What will they bring us? |
48731 | What will you give me for it? |
48731 | What''s the matter now? |
48731 | What''s the meaning of this conveyance? |
48731 | What''s the name of your bantling? |
48731 | What, not a tax- cart? 48731 When can I start again?" |
48731 | Where am I? 48731 Where are you going to, sir?" |
48731 | Where is God? |
48731 | Where the deuce can the Mayor be going? |
48731 | Where would you have me go? |
48731 | Where? |
48731 | Which is the way in? |
48731 | Who are you? |
48731 | Who can have come at so early an hour? |
48731 | Who is this agent? |
48731 | Who''s there? |
48731 | Why did you not bring it to us at once? |
48731 | Why do you not go to the inn? |
48731 | Why do you say,''Ah''? |
48731 | Why not? |
48731 | Why not? |
48731 | Why so? |
48731 | Why, are there not pewter forks to be had? |
48731 | Why? |
48731 | Will it not be able to start again to- morrow morning? |
48731 | Will it not be opened when the court resumes its sitting? |
48731 | Will supper be ready soon? |
48731 | Will you be kind enough to tell me the way to the courts of justice, sir? |
48731 | Will you not recover her child for her, sir? |
48731 | Will you sleep here, sir? |
48731 | Yes, inexorable,the Bishop said;"what do you think of Marat clapping his hands at the guillotine?" |
48731 | Yes, you are let go; do n''t you understand? |
48731 | Yes,the sister continued;"but now that she is going to see you, sir, and does not see her child, what are we to tell her?" |
48731 | You are alluding to a woman, then? |
48731 | You do not belong to the town, sir? |
48731 | You do not belong to these parts? |
48731 | ; his defence was bad, but was that a reason to find him guilty? |
48731 | A clock struck from a distant steeple, and he asked the lad,--"What o''clock is that?" |
48731 | A moment after he added,--"Monsieur Jean Valjean, I think you said you were going to Pontarlier?" |
48731 | A wagoner was sitting at another table, and he said to him,--"Why is their bread so bitter?" |
48731 | Abnegation, why? |
48731 | After all, who were the people interested? |
48731 | All at once she cried,--"You are talking about M. Madeleine: why do you whisper? |
48731 | All the world has turned me out, and are you willing to receive me? |
48731 | Am I not dreaming? |
48731 | An usher was standing near the door communicating with the court, and he asked him,--"Will this door be opened soon?" |
48731 | And all this has taken place without my interference, and so, what is there so unlucky in it all? |
48731 | And he added as he looked fixedly at the conventionalist,--"And Louis XVII.?" |
48731 | And then, again, is it proved that he has committed a robbery? |
48731 | And was this G---- a vulture? |
48731 | And what does he oppose to this crushing unanimity? |
48731 | And why has Heaven decreed it? |
48731 | And you brought him back here? |
48731 | Another time he said,"What would you have? |
48731 | Answer me-- is it so?" |
48731 | Are there many hills between here and the place you are going to?" |
48731 | Are you afraid I shall bilk you? |
48731 | Are you in a hurry, sir?" |
48731 | Are you interested in the trial? |
48731 | Are you not he whom the peasants call Monseigneur Welcome?" |
48731 | At about half- past two Fantine began to grow agitated, and in the next twenty minutes asked the nun more than ten times,"What o''clock is it?" |
48731 | At this moment there was a gentle tap at his bed- room door; he shuddered from head to foot, and shouted in a terrible voice,"Who''s there?" |
48731 | At this moment, Favourite crossed her arms and threw her head back; she then looked boldly at Tholomyès, and said,--"Well, how about the surprise?" |
48731 | Baptistine and Madame Magloire waiting for him, and he said to his sister,"Well, was I right? |
48731 | Behind the first tree I found a man standing; I said to the man,"Whose is this garden? |
48731 | Besides, who is there that ever attains his ideal? |
48731 | Brevet, do you not remember me?" |
48731 | But let me ask why you have come to question and speak to me about Louis XVII.? |
48731 | But what was to be done? |
48731 | But where was the evidence that this Champmathieu was a robber? |
48731 | But why do you not go to the inn?" |
48731 | By the way, what is your name, Mr. Landlord? |
48731 | By what right do men touch that unknown thing?" |
48731 | By whom? |
48731 | Can man, who is created good by God, be made bad by man? |
48731 | Can she not be brought here if only for a moment? |
48731 | Can the soul be entirely remade by destiny, and become evil if the destiny be evil? |
48731 | Can there be such a thing as a white lie, an innocent lie? |
48731 | Can we imagine a man sitting close to a stove and not feeling hot? |
48731 | Can you read?" |
48731 | Carrier is a bandit, but what name do you give to Montrevel? |
48731 | Cartouche? |
48731 | Close the door on his past? |
48731 | Come, help me, is it not Tertullian who says that the blessed will go from one planet to the other? |
48731 | Could she be mistaken? |
48731 | Could you do it,--for payment of course?" |
48731 | Dahlia, while still eating, whispered to Favourite through the noise,--"You seem to be very fond of your Blachevelle?" |
48731 | Did I exist before my birth? |
48731 | Did he hear all that mysterious buzzing which warns or disturbs the mind at certain moments of life? |
48731 | Did he understand too much, or did he understand nothing at all? |
48731 | Did he wish to warn or to threaten? |
48731 | Did she stand the journey well? |
48731 | Did those Thénardiers keep her clean? |
48731 | Did you not find her very pretty, sir? |
48731 | Did you not hear me say that I was a galley- slave, a convict, and have just come from the bagne?" |
48731 | Did you not state you were going to Arras on this matter in a week or ten days?" |
48731 | Do not public prosecutors habitually act in this way? |
48731 | Do you keep an inn? |
48731 | Do you see those four windows? |
48731 | Do you want me to pay you in advance? |
48731 | Do you wish me to tell you your name? |
48731 | Does he want for anything? |
48731 | Fantine thought;"but where is the trade in which I can earn one hundred sous a day? |
48731 | Fantine, who was looking at Javert, turned round to him,--"Am I speaking to you?" |
48731 | Fantine, without changing her attitude, went on in a loud voice and with an accent at once imperious and heart- rending,--"He can not come: why not? |
48731 | Father Duchêne is ferocious, but what epithet will you allow me for Père Letellier? |
48731 | Fouquier Tainville is a scoundrel, but what is your opinion about Lamoignon- Bâville? |
48731 | From time to time Favourite exclaimed,--"Where''s the surprise? |
48731 | Had he any right to do that when I was passing gently, and doing nobody a harm? |
48731 | Had he gone so far as to forget the Mayor''s presence? |
48731 | Had he not another object which was the great and true one,--to save not his person, but his soul; to become once again honest and good? |
48731 | Had she got clean underclothing? |
48731 | Have I the right to derange what He arranges? |
48731 | Have those Thénardiers a good trade? |
48731 | Have you a stable?" |
48731 | Have you been to Labarre''s?" |
48731 | Have you done so there?" |
48731 | Have you said all? |
48731 | Have you seen him?" |
48731 | He answered almost without emerging from his reverie,--"Why do you ask?" |
48731 | He answered in a low voice,--"How is the poor creature?" |
48731 | He answered,"Have you a piece of rope and a knife?" |
48731 | He asked himself what he had meant by the words,"my object is attained"? |
48731 | He asked,--"Can I see her?" |
48731 | He broke off and added with a laugh, in which there was something monstrous,--"Have you reflected fully? |
48731 | He broke off, hesitated for a moment, and said,--"Can you call to mind the checkered braces you used to wear at the galleys?" |
48731 | He continued in a voice so faint that it was scarce audible,--"Then, the identity was proved?" |
48731 | He did what he could; his sister worked too, but what could she do with seven children? |
48731 | He heard through his reverie some one say to him,"Will you do me the honor of following me, sir?" |
48731 | He is a very good- looking young man; do you know him? |
48731 | He looked at the lad with a sort of amazement, then stretched forth his hand to his stick, and shouted in a terrible voice,"Who is there?" |
48731 | He now said to Fantine,--"How much did you say that you owed?" |
48731 | He stopped his horse, and asked the road- mender--,"How far is it from here to Arras?" |
48731 | He then turned to the spectators, and asked with an accent which all understood,--"Is there a medical man present?" |
48731 | He took her hand, felt her pulse, and answered,--"How are you?" |
48731 | He will be here again to- morrow, will he not? |
48731 | Here we must ask again the question we previously asked, Did he confusedly receive any shadow of all this into his mind? |
48731 | How can people like that be allowed to go about the country? |
48731 | How could she employ such nails in working? |
48731 | How far is it to Montfermeil?" |
48731 | How long did you take in earning these 109 francs?" |
48731 | How many hours did he weep thus? |
48731 | How was it that this man had not been tried by court- martial, on the return of the legitimate princes? |
48731 | I am not satisfied? |
48731 | I am very tired and frightfully hungry; will you let me stay here?" |
48731 | I asked him,"To whom does this house belong? |
48731 | I asked this man,"What is this place? |
48731 | I have been only good to punish others and not myself? |
48731 | I have not thought of asking where you are going? |
48731 | I keep nothing for myself; but what do I care? |
48731 | I shall be sent back to the galleys, and what then? |
48731 | I suppose I can purchase a saddle here?" |
48731 | I was even ignorant that you had left the factory, but why did you not apply to me? |
48731 | If I disappear, what will happen? |
48731 | If I do not denounce myself? |
48731 | If the Fiend were to enter the house no one would try to stop him, and after all what have we to fear in this house? |
48731 | In a word-- I repeat my question, Who are you? |
48731 | In this situation, Jean Valjean thought, and what could be the nature of his reverie? |
48731 | Is he not an abominable man? |
48731 | Is human nature thus utterly transformed? |
48731 | Is it a criminal offence, or are you a witness?" |
48731 | Is it not very natural that I should want to see my child, who has been fetched from Montfermeil expressly for me? |
48731 | Is it possible? |
48731 | Is it really true that I saw that Javert, and that he spoke to me so? |
48731 | Is it the innocent child? |
48731 | Is it the royal child? |
48731 | Is it true that it is so cold? |
48731 | Is there any one here who has strong loins? |
48731 | Is this an inn? |
48731 | It was; wrong to destroy the gentleman''s hat, but why has he gone away? |
48731 | It will be night, but, after all, what matter? |
48731 | Javert walked into the middle of the room and cried,--"Well, are you coming?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine made no answer, and the Fleming continued,--"That it is very cold?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine merely answered his entreaty with the hurried question,--"And what does this man say?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine said in a very low voice,--"Are you sure?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine said to him,--"Well?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine went to see her twice a day, and every time she asked him,"Shall I see my Cosette soon?" |
48731 | M. Madeleine, who had taken up the charge- book again, said with a careless accent,--"And what was the answer you received?" |
48731 | Madeleine gave a start, and Fantine asked him,--"What did the doctor say to you?" |
48731 | Maillard is frightful, but what of Saulx- Tavannes, if you please? |
48731 | Man is the eel; then, of what use is the Eternal Father? |
48731 | Must she change her whole soul? |
48731 | My good M. Javert, is there no one who saw it to tell you that this is the truth? |
48731 | Napoleon, noticing this old man regard him with some degree of curiosity, turned and asked sharply,--"Who is this good man who is staring at me?" |
48731 | No one on earth heard the words, but did that dead woman hear them? |
48731 | No one was present but the nun and the Mayor; to whom, then, could this humiliating remark be addressed? |
48731 | Nonsense, what good would that do them?" |
48731 | Now, I am eighty- six years of age and on the point of death; what have you come to ask of me?" |
48731 | Now, before being sent to the galleys, what was Jean Valjean? |
48731 | Now, do you wish me to tell you who you are? |
48731 | Of what nature was his apathy? |
48731 | Of whom? |
48731 | Oh, Monsieur Javert, you said that I was to be set at liberty, did you not? |
48731 | Oh, whoever you may be, do you remember? |
48731 | On another book, entitled"Philosophy of Medical Science,"he wrote this other note:"Am I not a physician like them? |
48731 | On behalf of which do you protest?" |
48731 | On hearing Javert''s roar, Fantine opened her eyes again; but the Mayor was present, so what had she to fear? |
48731 | On hearing the peasant say"Can you be the man?" |
48731 | One last word: Do you know who Aspasia was, ladies? |
48731 | One morning, an old woman with a hypocritical look came into her room and said,"Do you not know me, Miss?" |
48731 | Ought I to spare myself more than others? |
48731 | Prudent, it will be said, and Tholomyès? |
48731 | Sacrifice, for what object? |
48731 | Secondly, yes or no, are you the liberated convict, Jean Valjean?" |
48731 | Shall we weep for all the innocents, martyrs, and children of the lowest as of the highest rank? |
48731 | She called herself Fantine, and why Fantine? |
48731 | She opened her eyes, saw him, and said calmly and with a smile,--"And Cosette?" |
48731 | She said to him,--"Oh, sir, my child will be allowed to sleep in a little cot by my bed- side?" |
48731 | She was born at M. sur M.; of what parents, who could say? |
48731 | She was young; was she pretty? |
48731 | Sister, answer me,--where is Cosette? |
48731 | So you are sulky, old fellow?" |
48731 | Some one who met her said,"What has made you so merry?" |
48731 | Suppose, instead of mending this wheel, you were to put another on?" |
48731 | The Bishop could not refrain from muttering,--"Yes? |
48731 | The Bishop listened to all this in silence, and when it was ended he asked:"Where will this man and woman be tried?" |
48731 | The Bishop looked at him and said,--"You have suffered greatly?" |
48731 | The Bishop remained silent for a moment, then raised his earnest eyes, and said gently to Madame Magloire,--"By the way, was that plate ours?" |
48731 | The Curé, I suppose,--the Curé of that big church? |
48731 | The President addressed him,--"You have heard the evidence, prisoner; have you any answer to make?" |
48731 | The babe opened her eyes, large blue eyes like her mother''s, and gazed at what? |
48731 | The convict met a priest on horseback, to whom he went up and said,--"Monsieur le Curé, have you seen a lad pass?" |
48731 | The gendarme, who is a good- hearted fellow, nudges me with his elbow, and says, Why do n''t you answer? |
48731 | The landlord, on hearing the door open and a stranger enter, said, without raising his eyes from his stew- pans,--"What do you want, sir?" |
48731 | The man''s voice continued,--"Has the little one a stock of clothing?" |
48731 | The nettle is also excellent hay, which can be mown twice; and what does it require? |
48731 | The old man continued, with a half- smile,"In that case you are my Bishop?" |
48731 | The simple question--"And Cosette?" |
48731 | The stranger stood for a moment pensively before this gentle and calming spectacle; what was going on within him? |
48731 | The stranger turned and replied gently,"Ah, you know?" |
48731 | The sun is glorious, is it not? |
48731 | The whole day through, conversations like the following could be heard in all parts of the town:--"Do n''t you know? |
48731 | Then he asked himself if he were the only person who had been in the wrong in his fatal history? |
48731 | Then he continued,"And where will the attorney for the crown be tried?" |
48731 | Then she said to the soldiers,--"Tell me, men, did you see how I spat in his face? |
48731 | Then the man I had seen first and questioned when I entered the town said to me,"Where are you going? |
48731 | Then why go? |
48731 | Then you do not want me to pay?" |
48731 | There are birds in the clouds, just as there are angels above human griefs, but what can they do for him? |
48731 | There is enough to settle a man, is there not? |
48731 | They can not refuse to give up Cosette, can they? |
48731 | They want to hear about heaven every now and then, and what would they think of a bishop who was afraid? |
48731 | This day she was very feverish, and so soon as she saw M. Madeleine she asked him,--"Where is Cosette?" |
48731 | This led to Blachevelle asking,--"What would you do, Favourite, if I ceased to love you?" |
48731 | This was wrong, but should not his scanty intellect be taken into consideration? |
48731 | Those who had declared the new- comer an ambitious man, eagerly seized this opportunity to exclaim:"Did we not say so?" |
48731 | To what will enjoyment lead me? |
48731 | To what will suffering lead me? |
48731 | To whom am I speaking-- who are you?" |
48731 | To whom were you referring, pray?" |
48731 | Was a verdict of guilty brought in?" |
48731 | Was he really conscious of all that had taken place in him and all that was stirring in him? |
48731 | Was it for so paltry a thing that he had done all that he had effected? |
48731 | Was it imbecility or cunning? |
48731 | Was it you, my kind M. Javert, who said that I was to be set at liberty? |
48731 | Was not this everything, in fact? |
48731 | Was not this really charity? |
48731 | We wonder whether irony, is derived from the English word"iron"? |
48731 | Well, let me examine: when I am effaced and forgotten, what will become of all this? |
48731 | What am I to do?" |
48731 | What am I? |
48731 | What became of his sister? |
48731 | What became of the seven children? |
48731 | What becomes of the spray of leaves when the stem of the young tree has been cut at the foot? |
48731 | What can I tell you? |
48731 | What could this outcast man say to this dead woman? |
48731 | What did he do during the drive? |
48731 | What did he say to her? |
48731 | What did he think of this dogma or that mystery? |
48731 | What do you mean by a good horse?" |
48731 | What do you say of this punishment of Tantalus adapted to a woman? |
48731 | What does she care? |
48731 | What food did they give her? |
48731 | What had become of the mother, who, according to the people of Montfermeil, appeared to have deserted her child? |
48731 | What had taken place during these ten months? |
48731 | What had taken place in this soul? |
48731 | What have I to do on this earth? |
48731 | What have you done to me? |
48731 | What is he doing, and why does he not come?" |
48731 | What is he to do? |
48731 | What is it that I am going to interfere in? |
48731 | What is more natural to suppose than that on leaving the bagne he assumed his mother''s name as a disguise, and called himself Jean Mathieu? |
48731 | What is the estimated value?" |
48731 | What is the use of being at the top, if you can not see further than the end of other people''s noses? |
48731 | What is this story of Fantine? |
48731 | What next took place in M. Myriel''s destiny? |
48731 | What of it? |
48731 | What should he do? |
48731 | What sort of a house is this? |
48731 | What truth, by the way, was there in the stories about M. Myriel''s early life? |
48731 | What was I doing yesterday at this hour? |
48731 | What was I told? |
48731 | What was he thinking of? |
48731 | What was it you said, that''93 was inexorable?" |
48731 | What was she to do now? |
48731 | What will be the result of this event? |
48731 | What will occur here? |
48731 | What would they say if I did not go?" |
48731 | What, then, has happened? |
48731 | When does that pass?" |
48731 | When she returned, she said to Marguerite,--"Do you know what a miliary fever is?" |
48731 | When the flash had passed, night encompassed him again, and where was he? |
48731 | When? |
48731 | Where are they going? |
48731 | Where did he come from? |
48731 | Where did he procure this blouse from? |
48731 | Where is the ship now? |
48731 | Where to? |
48731 | Where was he going? |
48731 | Where was she; what was she doing? |
48731 | Where was the proof of the contrary? |
48731 | Where were the other six? |
48731 | Where were we? |
48731 | Where? |
48731 | While he went on thus with haggard eye, had he any distinct perception of what the result of his adventure at D---- might be? |
48731 | While in this mental condition he met Little Gervais, and robbed him of his two francs: why did he so? |
48731 | Who can this Champmathieu be? |
48731 | Who is there that knows Father Champmathieu? |
48731 | Who knows the ways of Providence?" |
48731 | Who may you be, sir?" |
48731 | Who said that? |
48731 | Who told you to let her go?" |
48731 | Who troubles himself about that? |
48731 | Who was this Jean Valjean? |
48731 | Who was this man? |
48731 | Who was this man? |
48731 | Who was this person? |
48731 | Who were the Thénardiers? |
48731 | Who will bring it to life again? |
48731 | Whom do you weep for? |
48731 | Why are they what they are? |
48731 | Why did he feel joy at turning back? |
48731 | Why did you not take them away with the rest of the plate?" |
48731 | Why do I want to know your name? |
48731 | Why does Madame always get out of her hackney coach before reaching her house? |
48731 | Why does So- and- So never hang up his key on Thursdays? |
48731 | Why does he always take back streets? |
48731 | Why does she send out to buy a quire of note- paper, when she has a desk full? |
48731 | Why does this gentleman never come till nightfall? |
48731 | Why is everybody so spiteful against me?" |
48731 | Why should we not repeat this almost divine childishness of goodness? |
48731 | Why so? |
48731 | Why was he going to Arras? |
48731 | Why was he hurrying? |
48731 | Why was she not laid in my bed so that I could see her directly I woke?" |
48731 | Why was this thing at this place in the street? |
48731 | Why, I owe more than one hundred francs to Thénardier, M. Inspector; do you know that?" |
48731 | Why, what is all this?" |
48731 | Will you give me some food and a bed? |
48731 | Will you read it? |
48731 | Will you take care of my child?" |
48731 | With what will Monseigneur eat now?" |
48731 | Would you not consider it matter of regret if we had met in vain?" |
48731 | Yesterday he saw a horse pass with knee- caps on, and he said,''What has he got on his knees?'' |
48731 | You are following me, I suppose? |
48731 | You consider it inexorable, but what was the whole monarchy? |
48731 | You keep an inn, do you not?" |
48731 | You must find all that very troublesome? |
48731 | You must have been very cold in the stage- coach? |
48731 | You remember how he said to me yesterday when I asked him about Cosette,"Soon, soon"? |
48731 | You will let me stay, you will not turn me out, a convict? |
48731 | Your little nephew is delightful: do you know that he is nearly five years of age? |
48731 | and it is twenty leagues?" |
48731 | and what could be desired beyond? |
48731 | and, secondly, how can he travel post in this mountainous country, where there are no roads, and people must travel on horseback? |
48731 | are we in any great danger?" |
48731 | do you not know that you have been dead for a long time?" |
48731 | have you ever walked in the woods, removing the branches for the sake of the pretty head that comes behind you? |
48731 | he exclaimed;"what is the matter with you, Fantine?" |
48731 | he said to himself;"what reason have I to have such thoughts? |
48731 | how was she to pay it and the travelling expenses? |
48731 | in the first place, what is the good of visitations at all? |
48731 | is there no room?" |
48731 | make her share her poverty? |
48731 | may not a man have been at those two places without having been to the galleys? |
48731 | no; shall I exist after my death? |
48731 | old Fauchelevent cried;"is there no good soul who will save an old man?" |
48731 | our beauties incessantly say to me,"Tholomyès, when will you be delivered of your surprise?" |
48731 | said Marguerite,"what is the matter with you, Fantine?" |
48731 | said Marguerite;"why,''t is a fortune; where ever did you get them from?" |
48731 | shall I become again like that?" |
48731 | she exclaimed,--"to go and fetch my child? |
48731 | she exclaimed;"what can have happened to you? |
48731 | she said,"there is nothing in it; where is the plate?" |
48731 | she screamed,"does your Grandeur know where the plate- basket is?" |
48731 | they want forty francs; where do they expect me to get them? |
48731 | to go to Arras without a break?" |
48731 | was he simply obeying a species of instinctive impulse which was obscure to himself? |
48731 | was it not that he craved solely, and that the Bishop had ordered him? |
48731 | what are all these destinies driven along thus helter- skelter? |
48731 | what can he want one for in a town of less than 4000 inhabitants? |
48731 | what did he do afterwards? |
48731 | what else can I want? |
48731 | what had he to see there? |
48731 | what if the Jungfrau had hunger? |
48731 | what is it? |
48731 | what is there in which children''s games are not mingled? |
48731 | what should he do? |
48731 | what? |
48731 | where am I?" |
48731 | where am I?" |
48731 | where am I?" |
48731 | whether there had not been an excessive weight in one of the scales, that one in which expiation lies? |
48731 | whether, in the first place, it was not a serious thing that he, a workman, should want for work; that he, laborious as he was, should want for bread? |
48731 | whither did he go? |
48731 | who tells you that I have not committed a murder?" |
48731 | you know my name?" |
48731 | you really lodge me so close to you as that?" |
48731 | you will take a whole day in mending that wheel?" |
7967 | ... Soft warm light, sun of justice that art to shine for us to- morrow, art thou not shining now? 7967 A condition? |
7967 | And I am both? |
7967 | And Olivier? |
7967 | And are n''t you ashamed to tell me that? 7967 And he does n''t write to you?" |
7967 | And her child? |
7967 | And if I had refused to see you? |
7967 | And if death is in me? |
7967 | And it has taken you three weeks to come?... 7967 And now,"asked Christophe,"you are sorry?" |
7967 | And so, and so....he said...( his lips trembled)..."it is all over?" |
7967 | And suppose you did not love anybody? |
7967 | And that you do know, my girl? 7967 And to- day?" |
7967 | And what does your mother say to that? |
7967 | And what if he does suffer? 7967 And your musical projects, what about them?" |
7967 | Another howler? |
7967 | Are n''t we stupid? 7967 Are n''t you coming?" |
7967 | Are you going to write that? |
7967 | Are you happy? |
7967 | Are you mad? 7967 Art Thou not All that Is?" |
7967 | Because of the litter here? |
7967 | Because...? |
7967 | Brahms? |
7967 | But do you think the trees need to be shut up in a box to take root? 7967 But if the flame of my life dies down?" |
7967 | But suppose my love is not returned? |
7967 | But what can these idiots do to me? 7967 But what does the world make of women?" |
7967 | But what on earth has my music to do with politics? |
7967 | But where to? |
7967 | But why do you want--? 7967 But why have you come? |
7967 | But, good Lord, who ever said anything to the contrary? 7967 Christophe,"said Braun again--(his voice was shaking),--"do you know what''s the matter with her?" |
7967 | Come back? |
7967 | Did she tell you so? |
7967 | Did you think I was going to let you? |
7967 | Did your mother tell you so? |
7967 | Do I love him? |
7967 | Do n''t you believe it? |
7967 | Do n''t you ever think the beasts are living creatures like ourselves? |
7967 | Do n''t you like to think that people are working to give happiness to thousands of boys like yourself, to millions of human beings? |
7967 | Do n''t you think I have changed? |
7967 | Do you forgive me? |
7967 | Do you know my country? |
7967 | Do you play your old enemy''s music nowadays? |
7967 | Do you really believe that there is one such in the world? 7967 Do you regret it?" |
7967 | Does she know that you came to see me? |
7967 | Eh? |
7967 | Even the right to destroy it? |
7967 | Everything is so interesting that there is no time...."No time? 7967 Fighting, always fighting?" |
7967 | For long? |
7967 | Go away? 7967 Going away from what?" |
7967 | Going where? |
7967 | Have I begun to love life less? |
7967 | Have n''t you read it? |
7967 | Have n''t you read the article? |
7967 | Have you no heart? |
7967 | How can I be anything else? |
7967 | How can you endure these idiots? |
7967 | How can you talk like that? |
7967 | How could these people make my music a success? 7967 How do I know? |
7967 | How do you know that? |
7967 | How do you know? 7967 How will you get out of that?... |
7967 | How? |
7967 | Hurt yourself? |
7967 | I have found you again only to lose you? |
7967 | I looked at you?... 7967 I? |
7967 | If I tell you so, wo n''t you believe me? |
7967 | If you do n''t mind? |
7967 | In that case, if you thought I did not want to see you, how did you dare to come? |
7967 | Is it here? |
7967 | Is it possible?... 7967 Let you know? |
7967 | Lorchen? |
7967 | Lord, art Thou not displeased with Thy servant? 7967 Mine, too, I suppose?" |
7967 | Must they, then, live alone and apart? |
7967 | My overcoat? |
7967 | My own work does not belong to me? |
7967 | No? 7967 Not yet?" |
7967 | Nothing more? |
7967 | Now? |
7967 | Of being damned? |
7967 | Of what? |
7967 | On your word of honor? |
7967 | Really? |
7967 | Really? |
7967 | Resigned? 7967 Some one has hurt you?" |
7967 | Something? |
7967 | Still tired? |
7967 | Stupid? 7967 Sure?" |
7967 | Take refuge? |
7967 | That? 7967 The Emperor''s?" |
7967 | Then why do n''t you work? 7967 Then why talk nonsense?" |
7967 | Then you are happy? |
7967 | Then,asked Christophe,"you consented?" |
7967 | Then,said Christophe,"what''s the good, what''s the good of our having met again?" |
7967 | Thinkest thou that I do not suffer also? 7967 Thou art conquered? |
7967 | Thou hast left me once: wilt Thou leave me again? |
7967 | Truly? |
7967 | Well, then, why? |
7967 | Well, then, will you let me come on Tuesday? |
7967 | Well, what of it? |
7967 | Well? |
7967 | What about the sick and the unlucky? |
7967 | What are we going to do? |
7967 | What are we to do? 7967 What are you best at? |
7967 | What are you doing? |
7967 | What are you going to do? |
7967 | What article? |
7967 | What did I say? 7967 What did they do?" |
7967 | What difference does it make to you whether I love you or not? |
7967 | What do I care for those who love me? 7967 What do I care?" |
7967 | What do you mean? 7967 What do you owe?" |
7967 | What do you want it for? |
7967 | What do you want? |
7967 | What do you want? |
7967 | What does it matter? |
7967 | What for? |
7967 | What good? 7967 What have I been doing? |
7967 | What have I done? |
7967 | What have I said? |
7967 | What have I to do with such disheartened creatures? |
7967 | What have you been doing since then? |
7967 | What is he looking at? |
7967 | What is it, my dear? |
7967 | What is it? |
7967 | What is it? |
7967 | What is it? |
7967 | What is it? |
7967 | What is the matter? |
7967 | What need hast Thou to fight? 7967 What permission?" |
7967 | What task? |
7967 | What were you thinking of? |
7967 | What will they do now?... 7967 What would they be without us? |
7967 | What would you? |
7967 | What''s the good of your having ideas? 7967 What''s the matter?" |
7967 | What''s the matter? |
7967 | What''s the matter? |
7967 | What? 7967 What?" |
7967 | What? |
7967 | When I shut the door in his face I told...."What? |
7967 | When did you come back? |
7967 | When shall we meet again? |
7967 | Where are you going? |
7967 | Where are you going? |
7967 | Where are you? |
7967 | Where do you want me to go? |
7967 | Where is Olivier? |
7967 | Where is Olivier? |
7967 | Where is he? |
7967 | Which of the two do you love best? |
7967 | Whither are we going? |
7967 | Who can tell? |
7967 | Who is he? |
7967 | Who is it, now? 7967 Who was there?... |
7967 | Who would think it of you now, to see you looking so solemn?... |
7967 | Who? 7967 Who?" |
7967 | Who? |
7967 | Who? |
7967 | Who? |
7967 | Why did n''t you go to bed? |
7967 | Why did you accept it then? |
7967 | Why did you come so late? |
7967 | Why do I love him? |
7967 | Why do you keep on saying:''Poor child''? |
7967 | Why not? |
7967 | Why not? |
7967 | Why open my eyes? 7967 Why should I be?" |
7967 | Why should I? |
7967 | Why,he asked,"should I take part in a comedy which I know to be futile? |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Will it be soon? |
7967 | Will they ever remember those who crossed the wilderness, bearing the sacred fire, the gods of our race, and them, those children, who now are men? 7967 Yes? |
7967 | You are a Burgundian? |
7967 | You are a strong boy.... What put it into your head to come and see me? |
7967 | You are crying? |
7967 | You are her son? |
7967 | You came of your own accord? 7967 You do n''t recognize me?" |
7967 | You find that comforting? |
7967 | You know me? |
7967 | You love him? |
7967 | You recognized it? 7967 You think I am not like him? |
7967 | You think so? |
7967 | You thought you were the only man who could go and see the beautiful ladies? 7967 You walked here? |
7967 | You want to be alone? 7967 You will help me to live, and be good, and to be a little like her? |
7967 | You will help me? |
7967 | You wo n''t be sad any longer? 7967 You''re afraid?" |
7967 | You? 7967 You?" |
7967 | ).--He only told him about things when they were done.--And then?... |
7967 | ***** She read his thoughts, and, with her charming frankness, she said to him one day:"You are angry with me for being what I am? |
7967 | Act, write for such people? |
7967 | After a minute or two she asked him, pointing to his place at the table:"Is that where you work?" |
7967 | After a moment she said:"What good will it be to you if you do not love?" |
7967 | After all, what does one know of life? |
7967 | Against such sovereign delights of the mind what matters the vain tumult of dispute and war?... |
7967 | All his life, all his lives, Louisa, Gottfried, Olivier, Sabine...."Mother, lovers, friends.... What are these names?... |
7967 | All seems lost to thee? |
7967 | Am I to let them beat me?... |
7967 | Amuse yourself? |
7967 | And although she had more friendship for Christophe than for any other...( dared she confess it?) |
7967 | And declarations? |
7967 | And even among men, how many are there who can take advantage of it?" |
7967 | And even taking my will, is that due only to my merits? |
7967 | And have you coming to see me? |
7967 | And how can one be too hard on a woman who leaves her child to run after her lover?" |
7967 | And how could he hate without youth? |
7967 | And how was she to avoid comparison? |
7967 | And in the end he says: by way of appeasing his conscience:"What can I do? |
7967 | And now, what am I to do?" |
7967 | And that?... |
7967 | And then how can you expect to be an artist? |
7967 | And this? |
7967 | And what about this?" |
7967 | And what do you think of Rome?" |
7967 | And what does a little suffering matter?" |
7967 | And what if she be too weak to will, too true to take refuge in illusions?... |
7967 | And what man shall teach it to our musicians? |
7967 | And where am I, myself? |
7967 | And while they laughed at each other, they both took pleasure... in laughing, or in entertaining each other? |
7967 | And you say you love me? |
7967 | And you''re a deal the better for it, are n''t you?" |
7967 | And you, an open- air man, talk of shutting yourself up?" |
7967 | And you?" |
7967 | Are n''t you interested in anything?" |
7967 | Are you a dunce?" |
7967 | Are you afraid of me?" |
7967 | Are you happy?" |
7967 | Are you so detached from everything?... |
7967 | Are you still angry with her? |
7967 | Art Thou not master of all?" |
7967 | Art thou not very beautiful and very blessed as thou art? |
7967 | As for Anna, how could she, unless she were forced, accept the idea of a death which must lead to eternal death? |
7967 | As soon as she saw him she came swiftly to him and asked:"How did our poor friend take the blow? |
7967 | At last he wrote to her:"My Dear,--Are you angry with me? |
7967 | At last, in agony, Olivier said:"Jacqueline...."Jacqueline gulped down her sobs, and said:"What is it?" |
7967 | Aunt, tell me; do you think I shall be happy?" |
7967 | Besides, what sort of love do we get from the best of those who love us? |
7967 | Besides, who is there nowadays that cares for liberty? |
7967 | Braun looked at his wife aghast, thumped on the table, folded his arms, and said:"Where on earth did you get that from?... |
7967 | Braun went on:"When a woman loves, she wants to destroy, does she? |
7967 | But Madame Arnaud, knowing it, could not help looking at him pityingly and saying:"You do n''t see each other now?" |
7967 | But at once he understood that he loved it more.... Why weep over the ruins of art? |
7967 | But at the same time he became conscious of a weapon in his power which they had never known: his force.... Whence did he have it?... |
7967 | But do you need a master to brand your shoulder, like a sheep? |
7967 | But do you think you are helping things along? |
7967 | But how can I cast out the dead? |
7967 | But how could she make things even harder for a woman who had more right than herself, a woman who was further more unhappy? |
7967 | But how did you find me?" |
7967 | But how many drops of blood?" |
7967 | But how many of you take the trouble to do that? |
7967 | But how? |
7967 | But if you feel such kinship with the beasts how can you bear to hurt them?" |
7967 | But it is only too true that they love it; and how am I to keep my illusions? |
7967 | But she never let it appear: what was the good? |
7967 | But the woman who has loved wholly and without reason, and without reason ceases wholly to love, what can she do? |
7967 | But was not everything known in the town? |
7967 | But what about you?... |
7967 | But what are such vows worth? |
7967 | But what can I do? |
7967 | But what can I do? |
7967 | But what can I do? |
7967 | But what can I do?..." |
7967 | But what does it signify? |
7967 | But what exactly did he dread? |
7967 | But what is the use of telling others what only has a meaning for oneself? |
7967 | But what need had she to read or to look at others? |
7967 | But what shall I say to you? |
7967 | But what would you have done with it? |
7967 | But what would you? |
7967 | But what''s the good of it? |
7967 | But when you see a friend brought to tears, how can you not hate the person who has caused them? |
7967 | But which of us is natural?" |
7967 | But who gave a thought to them? |
7967 | But who is there to rescue her? |
7967 | But who wrote it, who wrote it?... |
7967 | But why did Christophe ask her for it? |
7967 | But with whom could he unite? |
7967 | But you said, just now...? |
7967 | But, frankly--(You want me to? |
7967 | By flinging ourselves down as well? |
7967 | Can a man write the inexpressible?... |
7967 | Can he understand, does he even see people and things as they are?... |
7967 | Can you be in love? |
7967 | Can you even tell me what it means? |
7967 | Canet was blubbering like a child: and at the same time he was thinking:"What on earth am I doing here?" |
7967 | Child, who art thou?" |
7967 | Christophe Olivier Georges.... How old are you?" |
7967 | Christophe asked:"What are you looking at?" |
7967 | Christophe got up and went to the piano, and said to Olivier:"Would you like me to sing you a melody of Brahms?" |
7967 | Christophe had paid no heed to it: what did it matter to him? |
7967 | Christophe looked at the portrait of Antoinette, placed it on his desk, and said to it:"My dear, are you glad?" |
7967 | Christophe said nothing for a moment; then he asked:"Where do you live?" |
7967 | Christophe said plaintively once more:"And it is all over?" |
7967 | Christophe said within himself:"How can they know? |
7967 | Christophe sent him one of the paragraphs with these words:"Have you read this?" |
7967 | Christophe waited, and then asked:"You do n''t want to...?" |
7967 | Christophe was furious, and jumped out of bed:"What the devil are you doing here?" |
7967 | Christophe went to see the manager, and said:"Why did n''t you tell me? |
7967 | Could there be anything better than our friendship?" |
7967 | Could they be her eyes? |
7967 | Could we not find somewhere to be alone and talk?" |
7967 | Did he not already suspect something? |
7967 | Did he really know? |
7967 | Did he really see them? |
7967 | Did they not receive revelation direct from their hallowed reason? |
7967 | Did you know her?" |
7967 | Did you stop at Milan or Florence?" |
7967 | Do I love him?..." |
7967 | Do I owe it to you that I was able to go back to Germany? |
7967 | Do n''t I have to suffer? |
7967 | Do you hear? |
7967 | Do you know what lies before you?" |
7967 | Do you remember the old days when you had eyes only for my pretty cousin? |
7967 | Do you think I ca n''t look after myself? |
7967 | Do you think she has left her child and wrecked her life out of lightness of heart? |
7967 | Do you think she has n''t suffered too? |
7967 | Do you think she was made for that deceptive life of art? |
7967 | Do you think that I would leave you behind even if you wanted to be left?" |
7967 | Do you want to be a man who does nothing and is good for nothing?" |
7967 | Do you want to create happiness? |
7967 | Does he feel on his face the stinging breath of poverty, the smell of the bread that he must earn, of the earth that he must dig? |
7967 | Does he keep himself in touch with the raw realities of life? |
7967 | Does n''t that make you laugh?... |
7967 | Does she dislike your seeing me?" |
7967 | Each was thinking in terror:"What am I doing? |
7967 | Esthetic, a world in which eight men out of ten live in nakedness and want, in physical and moral wretchedness? |
7967 | Even now?" |
7967 | Even when in the old days Grazia most dearly loved Christophe, would she have married him? |
7967 | Every kind of work, good or mediocre, should be rewarded, not according to its real value--(who can be the infallible judge of that?) |
7967 | Every rich man is an abnormal being.... You laugh? |
7967 | Eyes now so full of kindness...."Grazia, is it thou?... |
7967 | For himself? |
7967 | For how many do Monteverdi and Lully still exist? |
7967 | For if he slumbers that Force rushes into him and whirls him headlong... into what dread abysses? |
7967 | For men? |
7967 | For whom should I vote? |
7967 | For whom? |
7967 | From that period date his most poignant and his happiest works: a scene from the Gospel which Georges recognized--"_ Mulier, quid ploras?" |
7967 | From the time of Pericles to the time of M. Fallières when has there been any moral progress?... |
7967 | Georges would draw away from it, and Christophe would shut it down again, laughing:"How can you live like that?" |
7967 | Get up, dress, to what end?... |
7967 | Give your life for them? |
7967 | God, what have I done to Thee? |
7967 | Grazia?... |
7967 | Had they not truth, right, virtue, on their side? |
7967 | Hatred or love? |
7967 | Have you any idea how many wretched beings have been sustained in their suffering by the beauty of an idea, by a winged song? |
7967 | Have you forgotten something?" |
7967 | Have you had letters? |
7967 | Have you read it?" |
7967 | He asked her:"My dear Anna, what do you want?" |
7967 | He asked:"What is it?" |
7967 | He asked:"What is your name?" |
7967 | He clenched his fists and cried:"I''ll kill them?" |
7967 | He could not help crying out:"It does n''t affect you at all?" |
7967 | He dared not ask:"Where are you taking me to?" |
7967 | He did not reply, but only groaned that he was ill."My darling, please tell me what is the matter?" |
7967 | He felt a pang at his heart...."She wishes it? |
7967 | He had basely betrayed him, and with whom? |
7967 | He hugged them both, and said to Jacqueline:"You will love him dearly, wo n''t you? |
7967 | He rushed to Heeht''s office and thrust the offending music under his nose, and said:"Do you know these?" |
7967 | He said brutally:"What is there in you that makes you sing like that?" |
7967 | He said, jokingly:"Were n''t you afraid?" |
7967 | He said:"Why did n''t you dismiss Bäbi?" |
7967 | He said:"Why do you ask me about her? |
7967 | He thought of Rainette, and said;"But the people who go to Mass, the people who believe in God, are all cracked, are n''t they?" |
7967 | He thought:"Is that you? |
7967 | He thought:"Lord, is that the body in which she dwelt whom I loved? |
7967 | He used to ask him:"Do n''t you ever want to take refuge in a camp of some sort?" |
7967 | He was afraid... of disillusion, or what? |
7967 | He was not his own master then? |
7967 | He was so sure of her affection that, after long hesitation, over many weeks, he asked her one day:"Will you ever...?" |
7967 | He was still thoughtful, and he looked Christophe straight in the face, and said:"Christophe, did you say anything imprudent at lunch?" |
7967 | He went on:"Why did you wait so long before you came?" |
7967 | He wore himself out in trying to understand...."Why had he known him? |
7967 | He would feel the pulse of his human egoism and wonder:"Which would you prefer? |
7967 | Her eyes? |
7967 | His brain went on saying:"But what chord is that? |
7967 | How am I to get out of it? |
7967 | How are we to win through it? |
7967 | How came it, then, that she could feel their music? |
7967 | How can one have the heart to be happy when one sees so much suffering? |
7967 | How can one renounce the faith for which one has lived? |
7967 | How can you talk like that?" |
7967 | How could I tell you that?... |
7967 | How could a man fight without hatred? |
7967 | How could he have known about her excursion with Christophe? |
7967 | How could they, these men who have hardly a_ Me_ to know? |
7967 | How could you? |
7967 | How do they see us? |
7967 | How do you come to think of such things?" |
7967 | How do you know about me?" |
7967 | How many minutes of his life does he who thinks himself a friend give to the pale memory of his friend? |
7967 | How should they hesitate? |
7967 | How, then, did this sudden interest come about? |
7967 | However, he said nothing: and, instead of replying--(could he have done so, even if he had wanted to?) |
7967 | I am Joseph; doth my father yet live? |
7967 | I am free.... Free? |
7967 | I can not see you clearly.... Why is the sun so long in coming?" |
7967 | I did not know,"he said...."Tell me, was it you who came to my aid so many times without my guessing who it was?... |
7967 | I did not think what I was saying.... Who knows? |
7967 | I fancy a good many of them when they returned home must have said to themselves:"What have I done? |
7967 | I feel that there is nothing in the world.... Write? |
7967 | I have a brother, too...."Cécile took his hand with an air of affectionate commiseration:"You too?" |
7967 | I see your feet carelessly passing over the lawns dappled with anemones....( Have you been again to the Villa Doria?)... |
7967 | I wanted to ask you: do you think the beasts have souls?" |
7967 | I went up to your room.... Do you remember?... |
7967 | If he was not strong enough to make her happy, why had he bound her to himself? |
7967 | If you had...? |
7967 | If you saw a man drowning, would n''t you hold out your hand to him?" |
7967 | In Paris, when you read an article eulogizing a man''s work, it is always as well to ask yourself:"Whom is he decrying?" |
7967 | In his inmost soul there was a secret void, a hidden question:"What''s the good? |
7967 | In what shape will they one day spring forth? |
7967 | Is it not rather due to my descent, my friends, and God who has aided me?... |
7967 | Is it so long ago?... |
7967 | Is n''t that enough to disgust one? |
7967 | Is there anything more atrocious among the cannibals of Africa? |
7967 | It is God''s will, He has betrayed me.... What can I do against Him?" |
7967 | It is agreed?" |
7967 | It is good for humanity to remind genius every now and then:"What is there for us in your art? |
7967 | It was the end.--Did she think that Olivier had really deceived her? |
7967 | Its ideas? |
7967 | Its justice? |
7967 | Jacqueline would lay her head in her aunt''s lap, and kiss her hands as they caressed her face:"Do you think I shall be happy? |
7967 | Joussier dared not forbid her to love whomsoever she pleased: did he not profess the woman''s right to liberty equally with the man''s? |
7967 | Just as she was going, he asked:"You are not angry with me?" |
7967 | Keep an eye on them? |
7967 | Life.... What is life? |
7967 | Literature or science?" |
7967 | Look you: does a rich man know what life is? |
7967 | Love.... Where are you? |
7967 | Mad? |
7967 | Madness? |
7967 | Must a stranger once more reveal to them its work?... |
7967 | Must you be forced to come and see me?" |
7967 | My cousin Colette--(why did not you go and see her?) |
7967 | My music satisfies you? |
7967 | My poor boy, how could you think that?... |
7967 | Nothing?" |
7967 | Now what refuge is there? |
7967 | O life why should I reproach thee for that which thou canst not give? |
7967 | Olivier asked him:"What was that, Christophe?" |
7967 | Olivier laughed:"What do you want?" |
7967 | Olivier, Olivier, what have we done? |
7967 | Olivier? |
7967 | Or was it-- the greater sorrow of being forced to know that they were dead?... |
7967 | Otherwise, what have I to do with the conflict between one man''s belly and another''s? |
7967 | Poor Marthe, you will love her too?" |
7967 | Poverty? |
7967 | Really? |
7967 | Remind them of their duty? |
7967 | Shall I find you one?" |
7967 | Shall I not pluck you off, you leeches clinging to my body?... |
7967 | Shall I teach you?" |
7967 | Shall I tell you what I think of it? |
7967 | She added:"Will you let me come again?... |
7967 | She asked him:"How did you come? |
7967 | She had asked her aunt:"Are you ill?" |
7967 | She had trusted herself to him: how had he dealt with his trust? |
7967 | She laid her hand on Christophe''s and said:"What will you do with the child?" |
7967 | She looked at the face, and said:"Can you recognize me in it?" |
7967 | She looked round the room, examined and appraised the things in it, and saw the photograph of Louisa:"Your mother?" |
7967 | She opened her eyes, and to shake off her emotion, she asked:"May I see the rest of the flat?" |
7967 | She replied:"Christophe told me.... You have suffered?" |
7967 | She shrugged:"Who knows?" |
7967 | She sighs and says:"Why do I love you so much?..." |
7967 | She thought:"Why am I alive? |
7967 | She was embarrassed by his gaze, and said:"Will you come, this evening?" |
7967 | She was fired also by a great actor, who lived near her: whenever she passed his door she used to say to herself:"Shall I go in?" |
7967 | She would perhaps have given him her life; but would she have so given herself as to live all her life with him? |
7967 | So you must put your oar in, must you? |
7967 | Speak the truth: do you think that you would be unhappy with me?" |
7967 | Suddenly she asked:"What time is it? |
7967 | Suffering, struggling, is there anything more normal? |
7967 | Take refuge in illusions? |
7967 | Tell me frankly: Did your mother prevent you?... |
7967 | Tell me.... Something about your life....""How can it be of any interest to you?" |
7967 | That is how you would express your love, or your hatred?" |
7967 | That is why I frown.... You do n''t think me so cruel as that?" |
7967 | The dull public, the shadows who hide life from us? |
7967 | The glitter of bayonets? |
7967 | The roar of the ocean.... And his heart sank, and he asked:"Is it He?" |
7967 | Then she would look at Olivier with the expression which so hurt him, and think:"Who is this man?" |
7967 | Then the veil fell from before his eyes, and he saw in the mirror in front of him his"friend,"gazing at him.... His"friend"? |
7967 | Then, what could he do but look in dumb reproach at the culprit, and shrug his shoulders and smile, like an old uncle who knows that he is not heeded? |
7967 | There are only cold reflections of the lights falling from vanished suns, stars that have been dead for ages.... Friends? |
7967 | There was no reason for Christophe to be surprised: how could Olivier have preceded him?... |
7967 | There, amid the rapacity of Europe, stands( for how long?) |
7967 | They do not understand one, or only superficially: and they begin to think of something else at once.... Do you yourself understand other artists? |
7967 | Things are no better outside France? |
7967 | Think of the futile parts she has played?" |
7967 | To go back? |
7967 | To go on? |
7967 | To join her again, whither and by what devious ways would Christophe not have gone? |
7967 | To marry me?... |
7967 | Unhappy? |
7967 | Use it in his turn to explore the inextricable thickets of modern thought? |
7967 | Violent fits of coughing prevented his listening:"Will you hold your peace?" |
7967 | Vote? |
7967 | Was he not free to break with them? |
7967 | Was it an allusion? |
7967 | Was it called up by a face seen on the road or a grave, singing note in a voice? |
7967 | Was it just that it should be so? |
7967 | Was it just? |
7967 | Was it revolt?... |
7967 | Was it, as he tried to believe, the terror of seeing the dead spring to life again exactly as they had been? |
7967 | Were there echoes of newspaper opinion, following on the recent performances of Christophe''s work in England and Germany? |
7967 | Were you my good angel, watching over me?" |
7967 | What am I doing?" |
7967 | What are they? |
7967 | What are you doing to- morrow?" |
7967 | What can she do to help them? |
7967 | What can the weak do but fold their arms? |
7967 | What chord is that?... |
7967 | What could he do? |
7967 | What could she do? |
7967 | What could she have talked to him about? |
7967 | What did it matter to him where he went? |
7967 | What did it matter? |
7967 | What did their mediocrity matter? |
7967 | What do you know of the men who have disappeared?" |
7967 | What do you mean?" |
7967 | What do you say? |
7967 | What do you want of me?" |
7967 | What does he mean?" |
7967 | What does it matter that you gain an immediate success? |
7967 | What does it matter?" |
7967 | What does it matter?" |
7967 | What does it mean?" |
7967 | What does the creator matter? |
7967 | What good does it ever do? |
7967 | What good had Antoinette''s devotion been? |
7967 | What good have you done? |
7967 | What had become of them?... |
7967 | What had she done with her life? |
7967 | What has he had to play the whole of his life? |
7967 | What has her life been given up to? |
7967 | What have I done with these twenty years? |
7967 | What have I done?... |
7967 | What have I made of my life?" |
7967 | What have I to do with your esthetic tricks? |
7967 | What have they made of a Duse? |
7967 | What have we to do with art, if we have all the rest with it? |
7967 | What have we to do with these people?" |
7967 | What have you done to me?..." |
7967 | What have you done?" |
7967 | What is friendship in the sense of the everyday world? |
7967 | What is it that has changed?..." |
7967 | What is it that has kept me from foundering as he has done? |
7967 | What is the good of it all?" |
7967 | What is the good of laboring to think thoughts other than one''s own, to be like one''s neighbor or to meddle with his affairs? |
7967 | What is the good of rushing ahead? |
7967 | What is the matter with me?... |
7967 | What is the word of command you are waiting for? |
7967 | What is the world to them? |
7967 | What is this body that I hold in my grasp, this body warm against me?..." |
7967 | What joy in the world can equal the joy of making the man you love happy?... |
7967 | What light has the Germany of Sedan given to the world? |
7967 | What made you think of fighting? |
7967 | What more do you want? |
7967 | What music could he hear in the little town?... |
7967 | What on earth is Nature? |
7967 | What purpose could be served by his trying to dispute their happiness? |
7967 | What question? |
7967 | What room does it really occupy in life? |
7967 | What the devil do you do?" |
7967 | What the devil do you know about it?" |
7967 | What was he to do? |
7967 | What was he? |
7967 | What was it going to be?... |
7967 | What was it? |
7967 | What was its origin? |
7967 | What was the good of creation, when everything ends in nothing? |
7967 | What was the good of it? |
7967 | What was the good? |
7967 | What was the good? |
7967 | What was the meaning of all the lives and generations,--so much experience and hope-- ending in that life, dragged down with it into the void?"... |
7967 | What was the use of so much explanation? |
7967 | What was the use? |
7967 | What was the use?... |
7967 | What was there on the other side? |
7967 | What were his thoughts? |
7967 | What whim was it made you send me to her? |
7967 | What would he do with his force? |
7967 | What would he sacrifice to him, not of the things that are necessary, but of his superfluity, his leisure, his waste time? |
7967 | What would you? |
7967 | What''s come to you?" |
7967 | What''s the good of it?" |
7967 | What''s the good?" |
7967 | What? |
7967 | What? |
7967 | When Christophe saw him he began to chaff him:"What did I tell you? |
7967 | When can you begin to practise it?" |
7967 | When did you leave Switzerland?" |
7967 | When he had done, she said in a tone of intense hatred:"Are you satisfied now? |
7967 | When shall we be left alone?" |
7967 | When she was asked if she would not like to have a husband, she would say:"Why not throw in fifty thousand a year? |
7967 | Where are they now?" |
7967 | Where are you, my souls? |
7967 | Where are you? |
7967 | Where is she? |
7967 | Where is she? |
7967 | Where is the fire?" |
7967 | Where is the man who loved her? |
7967 | Where was it? |
7967 | Which of the great rival nations was the dearest to him? |
7967 | Which of you? |
7967 | Which of you? |
7967 | Which way to turn? |
7967 | Who can say why one human being falls in love with another? |
7967 | Who could tell what struggles were taking place in her? |
7967 | Who ever dreams of going to her aid? |
7967 | Who had robbed her of it?... |
7967 | Who has been pulling their legs?" |
7967 | Who is that coughing? |
7967 | Who is there now to give us in music a_ Madonna à la Chaise?_ Who is there to give us music meet for every hour of life? |
7967 | Who is there now to give us in music a_ Madonna à la Chaise?_ Who is there to give us music meet for every hour of life? |
7967 | Who knows? |
7967 | Who sent you to me?" |
7967 | Who shall hold the light aloft if we let it fall? |
7967 | Who shall turn it back into its bed? |
7967 | Who understands you? |
7967 | Who was his master?... |
7967 | Who was she? |
7967 | Who will give him his bread?" |
7967 | Who?... |
7967 | Whose turn next? |
7967 | Whose turn next?... |
7967 | Why all these theories, all these words, all this futile uproar? |
7967 | Why all this talk of a social question? |
7967 | Why could n''t we agree?" |
7967 | Why could they not leave him in his obscurity to go on working patiently for years? |
7967 | Why did he love her? |
7967 | Why did they not let him see it?..." |
7967 | Why did you ever come?" |
7967 | Why didst Thou abandon me?" |
7967 | Why do you hurt me?" |
7967 | Why does a child take a dislike to a person who has never done him any harm? |
7967 | Why dost Thou overwhelm me? |
7967 | Why dost thou not throw me down?" |
7967 | Why had either lived? |
7967 | Why had he lived? |
7967 | Why had he loved him? |
7967 | Why had he not thought of it in the selfishness of his sorrow? |
7967 | Why not prolong the time of waiting? |
7967 | Why should he distinguish between them? |
7967 | Why should he write? |
7967 | Why should they not understand me?...--And suppose they do n''t understand me, why should I despair? |
7967 | Why this madness? |
7967 | Why wake up? |
7967 | Why was I ever born?" |
7967 | Why write? |
7967 | Why, then, was he in revolt against her?... |
7967 | Why, why this woman?... |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Why? |
7967 | Why?" |
7967 | Why?" |
7967 | Will it be in the lust of gain, conjugal jealousy, or splendid energy, or morbid wickedness? |
7967 | Will not the end come soon? |
7967 | Will you let me...( it is quite impossible for us to talk in peace here)... will you let me come to your house one day?" |
7967 | Will? |
7967 | With a woman whom he did not know, did not understand, did not love.... Did he not love her? |
7967 | With what sort of love do they love it, they who declare their devotion to it?... |
7967 | With whom am I wrestling? |
7967 | Wo n''t you?" |
7967 | Write? |
7967 | Write? |
7967 | Yes: but Georges never by any chance consulted Christophe about anything he was going to do:--(did he know himself? |
7967 | Yes? |
7967 | You are angry with me? |
7967 | You ca n''t understand that?" |
7967 | You coward, ca n''t you see how I am suffering?... |
7967 | You defend her?" |
7967 | You do n''t love me?" |
7967 | You do n''t take me seriously? |
7967 | You do n''t think he would have loved me? |
7967 | You do n''t want me to die? |
7967 | You know nothing? |
7967 | You need order and can not create it for yourselves? |
7967 | You remember the gentleman with whom I fought a ridiculous duel? |
7967 | You say he is a traitor?... |
7967 | You see their height better: but you are farther away from them.... And besides, who is to tell us who are the greatest? |
7967 | You tell me that Jean- Christophe Krafft wrote it? |
7967 | You think I could never have a wife, a family, children?... |
7967 | You think it impossible for me to have that happiness?" |
7967 | You think you can escape me? |
7967 | You will be content with our dear friendship?" |
7967 | You will come?" |
7967 | You will love him dearly?" |
7967 | You will? |
7967 | You will?... |
7967 | You wo n''t be insatiable? |
7967 | You''re going to talk like the rest?" |
7967 | [ Illustration: Musical notation] Jacqueline asked:"Was your sister like you?" |
7967 | _"Quid? |
7967 | hic, inquam, quis est qui complet aures meas tantus et tam dulcis sonus?..." |
7967 | how can I forget those whom I have loved?" |
7967 | said Braun...."He is weeping.... Well, well what is it?... |
7967 | what did it matter, after all? |
7967 | what have we done?" |
7967 | what is to be done when love is dead? |
7967 | what on earth are you thinking of?" |
7979 | A governess? |
7979 | After what has happened? |
7979 | And Corinette wo n''t be angry with the barbarous Teuton for being so stupid? |
7979 | And I? |
7979 | And Lorchen? |
7979 | And Lorchen? |
7979 | And if I changed, what would it matter? |
7979 | And if I loved some one else you would still love me? |
7979 | And she did not write again? |
7979 | And the fare, what did you do about that? |
7979 | And the others? |
7979 | And what did she say-- anything to you when she went? |
7979 | And who sent it you? |
7979 | And you are not bored? |
7979 | And you knew? |
7979 | And you say you love? |
7979 | And you, do you go and stay with him? |
7979 | And you... where are you going? |
7979 | And your buttons? |
7979 | And_ she_? |
7979 | Are n''t you ashamed to have some one watching you eat-- like an animal in a menagerie? |
7979 | Are n''t you ashamed? 7979 Are n''t you going to Lisi?" |
7979 | Are n''t you hungry? |
7979 | Are you in a hurry? 7979 Are you out alone?" |
7979 | Because...? |
7979 | Brotherly, is n''t it? |
7979 | But I want to think of it.... You would not be angry, with me? 7979 But if I still love you?" |
7979 | But if I wished it? |
7979 | But she did speak? |
7979 | But what about when one makes music? |
7979 | But what can one do, if willing is no use? |
7979 | But what can one do? 7979 But what has made you so happy?" |
7979 | But whither, Lord, shall I go? 7979 But who? |
7979 | But you are ill? |
7979 | But, my dear Jean- Christophe,he began to say,"whoever thought of insulting you? |
7979 | Ca n''t you read? 7979 Come, mother, what is it?" |
7979 | Did I say anything funny? |
7979 | Did n''t she go to the theater? |
7979 | Did n''t she say anything more? |
7979 | Did n''t she tell you? |
7979 | Did n''t you know? |
7979 | Did she see my mother? |
7979 | Did you do things like that-- you too? |
7979 | Did you not hear the bells? |
7979 | Do I know it? |
7979 | Do n''t they sing sweeter than anything that you could make? |
7979 | Do n''t you sup together? |
7979 | Do you hear? |
7979 | Do you know that? |
7979 | Do you love me as much as I love you? |
7979 | Do you see him often? |
7979 | Do you send all your customers away like that? |
7979 | Do you think I know all Myrrha''s lovers? |
7979 | Eh? |
7979 | Even in me? |
7979 | Even when you are doing nothing? |
7979 | Find out what? |
7979 | For the theater, then? |
7979 | Frau Krafft? 7979 Frenchwomen are not serious?" |
7979 | Going away? |
7979 | Have I said anything wrong? |
7979 | Have n''t I the right? |
7979 | How could it be otherwise? |
7979 | How did you manage to come? |
7979 | How does he see me, I wonder? |
7979 | How much do you love me? |
7979 | How would it be changed? |
7979 | I am ashamed..."Of whom? |
7979 | I know that they are not beautiful,he said;"but that is nothing new: what new thing has happened?" |
7979 | I? |
7979 | If they wanted to come do you think they would not come of their own accord? |
7979 | If you suffer, where shall I find strength to live? 7979 In love?..." |
7979 | In that case, why did he write this letter? |
7979 | Is he young or old? 7979 Is n''t it beautiful? |
7979 | It is a bargain, then? |
7979 | It is a promise... And she-- she will write to him? |
7979 | Kitty,said he,"are you trying to make me go without breakfast this morning?" |
7979 | Laughing?... 7979 Leave me? |
7979 | Lost? 7979 Made what?" |
7979 | My poor children,he used to say to Louisa,"what will become, of you when I am no longer here?... |
7979 | No one knows...."When you were little? |
7979 | No one knows...."When? |
7979 | Not better? 7979 Perhaps.... Would you do it?" |
7979 | Pray to what? |
7979 | Serious books? |
7979 | Shall I help you? 7979 Shall I help you?" |
7979 | She was the Grünebaums''governess? |
7979 | Since when? |
7979 | So then, God will exist because I will Him to exist? 7979 So,"he asked a little ironically,"there is no risk of your being seduced by an hour''s pleasure?" |
7979 | So,he asked,"it was Gottfried taught you?" |
7979 | So,he said, after a moment,"you are asking, Herr Krafft...?" |
7979 | Songs? 7979 That is why she loves him... You will come and see her in Paris?" |
7979 | That my mother is ill, dead... how do I know? |
7979 | Then if I did not love you, you would still love me? |
7979 | Then what is the good of living? 7979 Then you think I am right? |
7979 | Then,she went on, putting her arms about his neck,"why would you be cross with me if I loved some one else and told you so?" |
7979 | Then? |
7979 | They do n''t interest you? |
7979 | They have dismissed her? 7979 Truly?" |
7979 | Truly? |
7979 | Uncle Gottfried,asked the boy,"are not you afraid of it, too?" |
7979 | Uncle, do you know any other? |
7979 | Was, there ever its like in history? 7979 Well, my boy-- well?" |
7979 | Well, what do you think of it? |
7979 | Well, why do you stop? |
7979 | Well,said she,"am I not sociable?" |
7979 | Well? |
7979 | Well? |
7979 | What about your father''s orders? |
7979 | What am I to do with it? |
7979 | What am I to do, uncle? 7979 What are you doing, boy? |
7979 | What are you doing? |
7979 | What are you three always plotting together? |
7979 | What did you say? |
7979 | What do you do all day? |
7979 | What do you do to be so? |
7979 | What do you think they will say? |
7979 | What do you want? |
7979 | What does it matter to me? |
7979 | What have I done? |
7979 | What have I said? |
7979 | What have you done? |
7979 | What hotel? |
7979 | What is amusing you? |
7979 | What is it, mother dear? 7979 What is it?" |
7979 | What is it? |
7979 | What is it? |
7979 | What is it? |
7979 | What is the good of my shouting myself hoarse with telling you''No'', for the last hour?... 7979 What is the matter?" |
7979 | What is there to regret? 7979 What is?" |
7979 | What nationality? |
7979 | What need is there to sing? |
7979 | What shall we do? 7979 What then?" |
7979 | What things? |
7979 | What were you waiting for then? |
7979 | What will you tell her? |
7979 | What would you? 7979 What, do you mean that he regrets?..." |
7979 | What, you little fool, do n''t you see that it is your own? |
7979 | What? |
7979 | What? |
7979 | What? |
7979 | What? |
7979 | When shall we meet again? |
7979 | When? |
7979 | Where are you going? |
7979 | Where did the little beast find that?... |
7979 | Where is the child? |
7979 | While you loved some one else? |
7979 | Who made it? |
7979 | Who? |
7979 | Who? |
7979 | Who? |
7979 | Why are you crying? |
7979 | Why are you laughing? |
7979 | Why did n''t she come? |
7979 | Why do I no longer believe? 7979 Why do n''t you answer? |
7979 | Why do n''t you say anything? |
7979 | Why make them? 7979 Why not out of the same glass?" |
7979 | Why not? |
7979 | Why should I sing another? 7979 Why should he talk so loud?" |
7979 | Why, did you not tell me? |
7979 | Why? 7979 Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why?... 7979 Will you answer?" |
7979 | With whom? |
7979 | Would you do it? 7979 Would you like me to teach you to play it?" |
7979 | Yes?... 7979 You are not laughing at me?" |
7979 | You are quite certain of eternity? |
7979 | You can spare a moment?... 7979 You do n''t like that?" |
7979 | You do n''t see? 7979 You do n''t think I am going to bring it here while you have some one with you?" |
7979 | You do n''t want me to say that he is beautiful? 7979 You do n''t want to?" |
7979 | You had tickets? |
7979 | You have condescended to come at last? 7979 You knew her?" |
7979 | You know me, then? |
7979 | You know,he went on--"you know the pretty_ trio_ in my_ minuetto_, the_ minuetto_ I played?... |
7979 | You like that, boy? |
7979 | You loved her too? |
7979 | You must be glad to hear French? |
7979 | You think it amusing? |
7979 | You think you can do without everybody else? |
7979 | You think,he said in a low voice,"that Ernest and Ada...?" |
7979 | You were there? |
7979 | You will give it to her yourself? |
7979 | You will remember me? 7979 You will stay with me? |
7979 | You will tell me everything and how she bore the blow and everything she says to you? 7979 You will think of Corinette when she is gone? |
7979 | You would have us believe that you have as much enthusiasm as that?... 7979 You, too?" |
7979 | Your little girl takes up your time then? |
7979 | _ Was_? |
7979 | ''Six years old,''thought I,''and how should I be bold? |
7979 | ( What?) |
7979 | ( Why? |
7979 | --"Is an old husband like a lark who has built a nest?" |
7979 | --"Is she newly plighted? |
7979 | A secret voice whispered:"Yes, but for how long?" |
7979 | A sick, nervous child, who plays the violin in the orchestra and writes mediocre concertos? |
7979 | A voice would cry:"Eh, what''s the matter with you? |
7979 | A whole life passes in a few moments: days of sin, greatness, and peace...."Where am I? |
7979 | After a moment her father coughed and said:"Well, then, what do you want? |
7979 | After a quarter of an hour Diener, seeing that he seemed to have no intention of moving, hazarded again:"And your dinner?" |
7979 | After a silence he said, he murmured the question which was choking him:"Did she say anything... for me?" |
7979 | After some time, Christophe stopped weeping and asked:"How?... |
7979 | Am I mad, to waste my time and trouble for the magnificent pleasure of being a prey to the judgment of idiots? |
7979 | And after all, is it not in much the same spirit that many women conceive and defend their honor? |
7979 | And am I two? |
7979 | And besides who asked you to come? |
7979 | And each of them was thinking:"Do the others know?" |
7979 | And even so, what does it matter? |
7979 | And he noticed it then and said:"What is the matter, Rosa? |
7979 | And if I needed it, would you not be the first to give me all your fortune? |
7979 | And then Christophe asked him:"What do you mean by calling me Melchior? |
7979 | And then, what could he say to her? |
7979 | And then?... |
7979 | And was it not himself? |
7979 | And what do you say?" |
7979 | And what shall I have made of my life?" |
7979 | And what was left to him? |
7979 | And when do you want me to write? |
7979 | And why should Sabine be loved? |
7979 | Ardently she prayed to God... for what? |
7979 | Are n''t you afraid of his neighbors overhearing him? |
7979 | Are n''t you all ashamed? |
7979 | Are n''t you ashamed?... |
7979 | Are they dreaming? |
7979 | Are they living? |
7979 | Are they what has been..._ or what will be?_... Now all is done, every haunting form is gone. |
7979 | Are you cross with me?" |
7979 | Are you ill?" |
7979 | Are you in pain?" |
7979 | Are you not ashamed?" |
7979 | Are you really of the same nationality as Ophelia? |
7979 | As they passed the cemetery Gottfried said:"Shall we go in?" |
7979 | At last the old man said:"Did you like it, boy?" |
7979 | At this hour? |
7979 | Because she had vowed what she would do?--Who knows? |
7979 | Besides, how was her desire unreasonable? |
7979 | Besides, one had only to expect that the Grünebaums would find out...""What?" |
7979 | Besides, what is the affection of others to the egoism of passion preoccupied with itself? |
7979 | But Christophe did not hear him: he went on: and Krause mourned and thought:"What makes him say such things? |
7979 | But Christophe stopped him:"Enough?" |
7979 | But Gottfried replied:"What for?" |
7979 | But all her fears vanished when the interval came and she heard him say quite kindly:"I am an unpleasant companion, eh? |
7979 | But he made no sound, so as to avoid having to talk, and when his father, after the neighbor had gone, asked him:"Jean- Christophe, are you asleep?" |
7979 | But he thought only:"Is there much longer? |
7979 | But he who bears in his soul the sun and life, what need has he to seek them outside himself? |
7979 | But how could he ask such a thing of the miller? |
7979 | But if he received nothing? |
7979 | But in a moment when he thought she had forgotten she asked uneasily:"What do you think ugly in me?" |
7979 | But something held him back as he was passing: was it Sabine''s paleness, or some indefinable feeling: remorse, fear, tenderness?... |
7979 | But their eyes said to each other:"Who are you? |
7979 | But there had been stories; it did not matter what, did it? |
7979 | But there were other faults against which she was powerless: what could she do against her plainness? |
7979 | But they replied furiously:"Are n''t we capable of defending ourselves? |
7979 | But to go, to go without seeing his mother?... |
7979 | But what can be done against an amorphous mass which gives like a jelly, collapses under the least pressure, and retains no imprint of it? |
7979 | But what did that matter to the unknown force which had thrown him in with the little flaxen- haired servant? |
7979 | But what did that matter? |
7979 | But what is it? |
7979 | But what is to be done against the negativeness of such polite indifference? |
7979 | But what reason had she for thinking that there was anything between Sabine and him? |
7979 | But what would become of him if he stayed and were condemned and put in prison for years? |
7979 | But when Christophe had said"Yes,"she turned to him and she was blushing--(or was it the reflection of the fire?) |
7979 | But where? |
7979 | But whose? |
7979 | But you-- you-- can''t you do anything to stop it? |
7979 | Can it be a quarter to nine?" |
7979 | Can it be that at last I have a friend? |
7979 | Christophe Krafft? |
7979 | Christophe asked:"But how... how do you come to know him?" |
7979 | Christophe cried:"Gottfried?" |
7979 | Christophe had unfolded the ticket:"And what would I do with a box for four?" |
7979 | Christophe said nothing; he thought fearfully:"And this monster sings my music?" |
7979 | Christophe started:"How the devil did he know?... |
7979 | Christophe tried to talk to her, though not to explain himself--(what could he say to her? |
7979 | Christophe was amazed and ran after them asking:"What is it?" |
7979 | Christophe was glad to hear it, and looked at him a little distrustfully:"Seriously?" |
7979 | Christophe what? |
7979 | Christophe? |
7979 | Could he keep his inspiration this time? |
7979 | Could n''t you stay at home?" |
7979 | Did he believe or did he not?... |
7979 | Did n''t I, Désirée?" |
7979 | Did she know herself?... |
7979 | Did they not see that she was ugly, and that Christophe could not bear her?... |
7979 | Dismissed her because of me?" |
7979 | Do I still exist? |
7979 | Do n''t you see that he is a''_ Brahmin_''"? |
7979 | Do you know what we''ll do? |
7979 | Do you not feel it? |
7979 | Do you not think there was something providential in that strange meeting? |
7979 | Do you think I care about being a famous man?... |
7979 | Do you think I did not see you just now kicking the man who is lying half dead in the next room? |
7979 | Do you think I did not see you with your knife? |
7979 | Do you think I have lost my life for you?" |
7979 | Do you think there are ten people in the world who love music? |
7979 | Do you think we need a gentleman from the town to tell us what we should do? |
7979 | Do you think you can go on making fun of me any longer? |
7979 | Do you want me to come back? |
7979 | Does he know what will come out of it, more than what will come out of the other? |
7979 | Expression? |
7979 | For all that, the news brought by Schulz excited him; he waved his short arms and his lamp and asked:"What? |
7979 | From what abyss came these desires that wrenched his body and mind? |
7979 | From what obscure abysm of creation? |
7979 | Go to bed.... My poor boy, are you going out of your senses?" |
7979 | God, how is it possible? |
7979 | Good or bad? |
7979 | Gottfried said kindly:"Well, boy...""What is it, uncle? |
7979 | Gottfried was surprised and touched, and went on saying,"What? |
7979 | Gottfried went on pityingly:"Why did you do it? |
7979 | Had he lost money without knowing it or-- what was infinitely more probable-- had he reckoned up wrongly? |
7979 | Had he not all but yielded to the temptation to snap off his life himself, cowardly to escape his sorrow? |
7979 | Had he not taken it into his head one evening to try and play his great violin concerto in the middle of an act of the_ Valkyrie_? |
7979 | Had he said:"They will...."Or:"They would...?" |
7979 | Had they really loved each other? |
7979 | Have I not told you how sad I was and lonely before I knew you? |
7979 | Have you forgotten my name?" |
7979 | He asked her:"Are you happy here?" |
7979 | He asked her:"You are happy?" |
7979 | He asked in a whisper:"Are you ill?" |
7979 | He asked kindly:"You have been very unhappy?" |
7979 | He asked with a sigh:"And yet, does it cost you nothing to renounce life altogether?" |
7979 | He asked, trembling:"Did she suffer much?" |
7979 | He asked:"Did she... did she tell you to do that?" |
7979 | He asked:"How are you?" |
7979 | He asked:"What man made that, grandfather?" |
7979 | He blamed himself: perhaps he had lost his judgment? |
7979 | He chuckled:"Christophe, are you going to the theater?" |
7979 | He fidgeted so much that in the end a head would peer over the piano, and say:"Hullo, boy, are you mad? |
7979 | He had sometime? |
7979 | He had spasms of revolt: where was his will, of which he was so proud? |
7979 | He had to give you an example!--And now you want to make him bear everything?... |
7979 | He kissed the boy''s head, and said:"You want to be a great man?" |
7979 | He knew him then?" |
7979 | He knew that Schulz would gladly lead him the money, but he would not ask him for it.... Why? |
7979 | He looked at Pottpetschmidt and wondered:"Does he really feel that?" |
7979 | He looked at the gap in the banisters.... What if he were to throw himself down?... |
7979 | He looked more closely at Jean- Christophe, coughed, and said:"Herr Krafft, will you give me the letter that is in your hand?" |
7979 | He looked quietly at Jean- Christophe, and saw his angry face, and smiled, and said:"Have you composed any others? |
7979 | He made a gesture of surprise:"French? |
7979 | He murmured:"What have I done, Your Highness?" |
7979 | He noticed her accent and asked:"You are a foreigner?" |
7979 | He passed her: then he stopped, turned, and without stopping to think:"You ca n''t get a seat, Fräulein?" |
7979 | He peered through the door and asked:"Who is there? |
7979 | He pounced on the stick and asked in a choking voice:"Where did you get this?... |
7979 | He raised his head angrily:"What? |
7979 | He remarked quietly:"Then I am to go and smooth things down with the_ Wagner- Verein_?" |
7979 | He said to her jokingly:"It is all one to you, eh? |
7979 | He said:"At night?" |
7979 | He sobbed:"What have I done to them?" |
7979 | He stuttered:"H-- here?" |
7979 | He thought:"He is mad, mad, mad as a hatter...."His sister, to whom he reported the interview, at once shrugged her shoulders and said:"Mad? |
7979 | He thought:"Why are you so beautiful, and they-- men-- so ugly?" |
7979 | He thought:"Why is it not she who is dead, and the other who is alive?" |
7979 | He thought:"With such as example, what right has any man to complain? |
7979 | He was a little anxious about her part and asked:"You think you will know it?" |
7979 | He was asking himself:"Does he believe, or does he believe that he believes?" |
7979 | He was thinking:"Do you, though? |
7979 | He was vaguely conscious of it, and uneasily asked her:"Why do you look at me like that?" |
7979 | He wearied of an illusory possession: he wished to seize his dreams.--How to begin? |
7979 | He went on in a trembling voice:"Is_ he_ still in the house?" |
7979 | He went on:"Uncle, have you ever made them?" |
7979 | He whispered:"Do you hear?" |
7979 | He will succeed, then?" |
7979 | He would ask himself:"What is there between these creatures and...?" |
7979 | He would have liked to speak to her, just to say,"How do you do?" |
7979 | He would think:"Why, why is she like this? |
7979 | Hellmuth said to him with a frigid smile:"Is it not fortunate enough to please you?" |
7979 | Her little feet: where were they now? |
7979 | Her love?... |
7979 | His father woke up and cried:"Who is there?" |
7979 | His mother leans out of her bed towards him, and says:"What is it, then, little mad thing?" |
7979 | Hours?... |
7979 | How came she there? |
7979 | How could he reply to absurdities which he blushed to hear on the lips of a man whom he esteemed and loved? |
7979 | How could he, so clever as he was, love a little creature whose insignificance and mediocrity were patent? |
7979 | How could it be wrong, since his father did it? |
7979 | How could one know?... |
7979 | How could the child be presented in such a state? |
7979 | How could they admit their own right to judge for themselves? |
7979 | How dared he have demanded more than they? |
7979 | How did he come there? |
7979 | How did they come to this room? |
7979 | How do people sleep forever? |
7979 | How have I been able to live so long without you? |
7979 | How is a creature to know himself in the midst of these vast spaces? |
7979 | How is it that they are so obedient? |
7979 | How should I make them? |
7979 | How should he have them? |
7979 | How should he think of her? |
7979 | How the devil did he bring himself to do it?" |
7979 | How would the creatures of his dreams live? |
7979 | How would their voices sound? |
7979 | How? |
7979 | How?..." |
7979 | I am not bad?" |
7979 | I can not... can not live now.... What is the good of living?" |
7979 | I do n''t understand it,""Then you did not read it when you set it to music?" |
7979 | I think...""Did she say anything?" |
7979 | I?... |
7979 | If I still loved you...?" |
7979 | If Lorchen had not been able to reach Louisa, or to bring back the answer? |
7979 | If they wanted him to keep quiet, why did they play airs which make you march? |
7979 | If you go, what will become of me? |
7979 | Immediate... immediate? |
7979 | In the midst of her sorrow, and the sorrow of her friend more hers than her own, could she repress a glad impulse, an unreasoning hope? |
7979 | Inform the police of the letters?--That would make their insinuations public...--Pretend to ignore them? |
7979 | Is he really coming?" |
7979 | Is it him? |
7979 | Is it not much better and finer to be loved and understood by a few honest men than to be heard, criticised, and toadied by thousands of fools?... |
7979 | Is it only possible to love, to love, at the cost of the profanation of the beloved?... |
7979 | Is n''t it beautiful?" |
7979 | Is n''t life sad and ugly?" |
7979 | Is not the end of all things in that?" |
7979 | Is that all you say? |
7979 | Is that all?" |
7979 | Is there a single one?" |
7979 | It is fun....""You do n''t want to come back?" |
7979 | It is rhythmic, is n''t it?" |
7979 | It is true, is n''t it, Kunz?" |
7979 | It was a little damp: would she not be cold?... |
7979 | It was arranged between you?" |
7979 | It was too late now to abandon his journey: and what if she were to ask him to do so?... |
7979 | It was true: what need was there to sing?... |
7979 | It would be the same with him if he were to die? |
7979 | Jean Michel continued in a lower tone, though with outbursts of anger:"What have I done to the good God to have this drunkard for my son? |
7979 | Jean- Christophe did not understand why he should take so much trouble; his father loved him, then? |
7979 | Jean- Christophe shrugged his shoulders as though to say:"What interest can this person have for me?" |
7979 | Jean- Christophe stopped dead, and asked:"Have they returned?" |
7979 | Jean- Christophe swallowed down his spittle and asked in a voice which he strove to make careless:"Who was it?" |
7979 | Jean- Christophe took Otto''s hand, and in a trembling voice said:"Will you be my friend?" |
7979 | Jean- Christophe, a little hurt, asked him:"Why are you laughing?" |
7979 | Jean- Christophe, with tears in his voice, cried out:"But why do you say they are ugly?" |
7979 | Like so many other great German musicians in distress, Christophe turned towards Paris.... What did he know of the French? |
7979 | Lorchen had understood him:"You want to see your mother?... |
7979 | Louisa was horrified, but she tried to smile and say chokingly:"What is it, my dear?" |
7979 | Louisa was reassured, and scolded him forcibly:"What is the matter with you? |
7979 | Loved? |
7979 | Mannheim, to whom he confided his discouragement, laughed at him:"What is it?" |
7979 | Melchior''s booming voice said:"Jean- Christophe, do you hear? |
7979 | Minutes? |
7979 | Music must be modest and sincere-- or else, what is it? |
7979 | Must he remain imprisoned in his sterility? |
7979 | No? |
7979 | Not that one, sleeping by his side.--She, the only she, the beloved, the poor little woman who was dead.--But is it that one? |
7979 | Nothing, only an airy dream, like serene music, floating down a sunbeam, like the gossamers on fine summer days.... What has happened? |
7979 | Of what force was he the prey? |
7979 | Oh, can I ever do it?" |
7979 | On the one hand a little good and much evil; on the other neither good nor evil on earth, and after, infinite happiness-- how can one hesitate?" |
7979 | One day he came to the office uneasy and scowling: and, throwing a visiting card on the table, he asked:"What does this mean?" |
7979 | One evening he asked her:"Do you like music?" |
7979 | Only"--here his voice trembled--"only, later on, when I am no more, it will remind you of your old grandfather... eh? |
7979 | Ought they not rather to be grateful to him? |
7979 | Perhaps you will think it absurd.... Would not you like for once in a way to write what you think of music and the musicos? |
7979 | Pleasant? |
7979 | Pleasure was not the only bond between them: there was an indefinable poetry of memories and dreams,--their own? |
7979 | Pointing to the valise he said:"That is mine, is n''t it?" |
7979 | Promise me that you will not leave me?" |
7979 | Rosa asked:"Do you want to go back to your room?" |
7979 | Select? |
7979 | Shall I be nothing, always?" |
7979 | Shall I make so bold as to hope that Thou wilt let fall upon them the august approbation of Thy paternal regard?... |
7979 | She dared not investigate it or ask Jean- Christophe if it were true, for, if it were true, what could she do? |
7979 | She dropped the piece of bread she was raising to her lips and said sorrowfully and reproachfully:"Why do you want to torture me?" |
7979 | She expected anything now, and when he came and sat by her she was frozen with terror: what eccentricity would he commit next? |
7979 | She herself had not known his love: how dared he then reveal it to another? |
7979 | She insisted:"Truly you will not go?" |
7979 | She laughed, and said:"What?" |
7979 | She looked at him kindly, shook his hands vigorously, and said:"Friends?" |
7979 | She said in a low voice:"Are you amused?" |
7979 | She says, laughing:"You want to strangle me?" |
7979 | She shouted louder than they in a shrill, piercing scream:"What have you to say to it all? |
7979 | She showed him the branch to which she was clinging and asked:"Would you like some?" |
7979 | She thought for a moment, smiled, and said:"Just a moment, Christli: you say that you do not like lying?" |
7979 | She took offense:"First of all, I never lie.... And then, I can not very well tell her...."He asked her half in jest, half in earnest:"Why not?" |
7979 | She waited a moment, and then said in an injured tone:"Will you please pick up my handkerchief?" |
7979 | She was full of common sense: what good were they to him? |
7979 | She was happy: why should he not be happy, too? |
7979 | She was waiting.... For what?... |
7979 | She would ask insidiously:"Do you love me?" |
7979 | She would return to the charge again, and ask him:"Do you love me because you love me, or because I love you?" |
7979 | She?... |
7979 | Should he not stop, and go back, and run back to the girl? |
7979 | Should not Christophe have been more sensible than any other of her goodness and her affectionate need of self- devotion? |
7979 | Should they mention it to Christophe? |
7979 | Since men are so stupid as not to be able to bear the truth, why force it on them? |
7979 | So might a robber, who has just fleeced a traveler, say to him:"What are you staying for? |
7979 | So they stayed... for how long? |
7979 | So, then, why_ will_? |
7979 | Sometimes in his haste he would strike too hard, and then his mother would cry out,"Will you not be quiet? |
7979 | Suddenly he said:"And you, grandfather?" |
7979 | Suddenly they saw that she was lost....""And she... did she know it?" |
7979 | Ten minutes later Jean- Christophe broke out again:"Are you friends with him?" |
7979 | Ten times during the night he had asked himself,"Where will she be to- morrow?" |
7979 | That is life.... And how are you? |
7979 | That''s true, Jean- Christophe? |
7979 | The boy returned to the attack:"But, uncle, is n''t it possible to make other songs, new songs?" |
7979 | The evil? |
7979 | The joy of a clever slave? |
7979 | The poor woman trembled, and, trying to take on an indifferent tone of voice, she asked:"Who?" |
7979 | Then I am condemned to stay with you all my life?" |
7979 | These great Germans, against whom he revolted, were they not his blood, his flesh, his most precious life? |
7979 | They all turned and asked:"How do you know...?" |
7979 | They are stupid, they do n''t mean anything.... You see? |
7979 | They did not want him? |
7979 | They turned to her father:"Ca n''t you make her be silent?" |
7979 | Thought? |
7979 | To accept their weakness, to seem to bow to it, and to feel free to despise them in his heart, is there not a secret joy in that? |
7979 | To create things like that, such marvelous spectacles-- is there anything more glorious? |
7979 | To see the triumph of Fortinbras? |
7979 | Was it evil? |
7979 | Was it not closed just now? |
7979 | Was it not for them also that he was working? |
7979 | Was it possible that they could have loved like that? |
7979 | Was it really a shadow or a creature? |
7979 | Was not Art also an illusion? |
7979 | Was not Rosa in league with her family? |
7979 | Was she gliding? |
7979 | Was she moving? |
7979 | Was she so constrained because of her mother, or was it that he did not understand? |
7979 | Was she still?... |
7979 | Was that he-- he, himself?... |
7979 | Was there an accident, some untoward misfortune? |
7979 | Were they going to part like that? |
7979 | What are others to me? |
7979 | What are these visions that fill the child with sadness and sweet sorrow? |
7979 | What boots it for a man to be the victim of his thoughts? |
7979 | What did they not respect? |
7979 | What did_ it_ want? |
7979 | What do their ideas or their art matter to me? |
7979 | What do you say about this?... |
7979 | What do you want with Frau Krafft?" |
7979 | What do you want? |
7979 | What do you want?" |
7979 | What does he see now? |
7979 | What does that matter? |
7979 | What exactly do you want? |
7979 | What good was it for her to love him? |
7979 | What had become of her? |
7979 | What had become of her? |
7979 | What had happened? |
7979 | What had he done for eternity? |
7979 | What had he done for his God, for his art, for his soul? |
7979 | What had he done in the year? |
7979 | What had he done to them all? |
7979 | What had he done? |
7979 | What had she done to be loved?... |
7979 | What had she done to possess such a body? |
7979 | What has happened to me?..." |
7979 | What has he done? |
7979 | What have I done?" |
7979 | What have I to do with them?" |
7979 | What have you done?" |
7979 | What if I were lost?..." |
7979 | What is he? |
7979 | What is his name? |
7979 | What is it? |
7979 | What is it?" |
7979 | What is it?" |
7979 | What is it?" |
7979 | What is it?" |
7979 | What is that? |
7979 | What is the matter?" |
7979 | What is the prompter for?" |
7979 | What is the use of all this quibbling? |
7979 | What is the use of complaining when there is nothing to be done? |
7979 | What lay between them and him? |
7979 | What made you think of such a thing?" |
7979 | What more did criticism want? |
7979 | What proof had he of that?... |
7979 | What shall we do?" |
7979 | What should I do, if you went too?" |
7979 | What should he do to- morrow... in an hour... the time it took to cross the plowed field to reach the road?... |
7979 | What should he do? |
7979 | What sort of creature am I?..." |
7979 | What sort of music do you love? |
7979 | What was happening? |
7979 | What was he asking? |
7979 | What was her goodness to him? |
7979 | What was her life to him?... |
7979 | What was it made them so set against him? |
7979 | What was the good of fighting? |
7979 | What were you singing?" |
7979 | What will become of me? |
7979 | What will issue from it? |
7979 | What will you do to live? |
7979 | What would become of her without him?... |
7979 | What would he find in it? |
7979 | What would music be without the executant? |
7979 | What would she do about him? |
7979 | What would the learned in the art say of me?'' |
7979 | What would the world be without prayer? |
7979 | What would you do for me?" |
7979 | What would you have me do to stir your heart?" |
7979 | What? |
7979 | What?" |
7979 | Whatsoever I do, whithersoever I go, is not the end always the same? |
7979 | When Ada asked him jokingly:"Would you leave your music for me?" |
7979 | When Christophe had gone Lothair asked Judith:"Well, you probed him enough: what do you think of the artist?" |
7979 | When he had done yawning he asked:"Have you been in Berlin long?" |
7979 | When he had finished whining, Jean- Christophe did not budge, but asked him harshly:"Where is the piano?" |
7979 | When will they get up?... |
7979 | When would he see her again? |
7979 | Whence came this wind? |
7979 | Whence come they? |
7979 | Where are you going?" |
7979 | Where could he seek to hold her, in himself, or outside himself?... |
7979 | Where did you get it?" |
7979 | Where do you come from, first of all?" |
7979 | Where is he-- he_ himself_?" |
7979 | Where should he find her? |
7979 | Where was_ it_ going? |
7979 | Which was true-- that or what had just been? |
7979 | Whither should he go? |
7979 | Who are these people? |
7979 | Who are you? |
7979 | Who asked your advice? |
7979 | Who can say?... |
7979 | Who could deliver him from them? |
7979 | Who felt more than he the goodness of Schubert, the innocence of Haydn, the tenderness of Mozart, the great heroic heart of Beethoven? |
7979 | Who had opened it?... |
7979 | Who has ever understood his work but the author? |
7979 | Who is it?" |
7979 | Who loved them better than he? |
7979 | Who thinks of envying the conqueror? |
7979 | Who was it?... |
7979 | Who would be he after being gorged with all the wild and absurd savagery of life? |
7979 | Why are people like this? |
7979 | Why be angry because of what you can not do? |
7979 | Why can I believe no more? |
7979 | Why deny those who love you the opportunity-- the happiness of doing you a service?... |
7979 | Why did they want to spoil his pleasure? |
7979 | Why did you not write to me?" |
7979 | Why did you write them?" |
7979 | Why do n''t you answer?" |
7979 | Why do you laugh? |
7979 | Why do you look at me like that? |
7979 | Why does he wait until he is alone? |
7979 | Why had he not thought of it?... |
7979 | Why had they waited so long to make it? |
7979 | Why must he make her suffer?... |
7979 | Why not leave both with their spontaneity and freedom of movement? |
7979 | Why select among So many thousands of dreams? |
7979 | Why should I make them?" |
7979 | Why should n''t you make shoes?" |
7979 | Why should she have such a body, she, and not Sabine?... |
7979 | Why these gathered impressions composed only of songs or preludes? |
7979 | Why would she not accept that she could understand nothing? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why? |
7979 | Why?" |
7979 | Why?" |
7979 | Will it always be so? |
7979 | Will you be very nice? |
7979 | Will you make use of it with me?" |
7979 | Will you take over our musical criticism?" |
7979 | Wind, dust, nothing.... What did his intentions avail him? |
7979 | With his arms folded he turned towards Christophe and jerked his chin at him:"And,"he said,"what business had this fellow here?" |
7979 | With tears in her eyes she said:"You promise-- you promise that you will love me always?" |
7979 | Would I like?... |
7979 | Would he ever reach it? |
7979 | Would not that even more certainly mean destitution and misery for her? |
7979 | Would not you do the same? |
7979 | Would you forget me? |
7979 | Would you?" |
7979 | Yes or no?" |
7979 | Yes, what if he were to kill himself to punish them? |
7979 | You are loved....""What is that to me? |
7979 | You are of my opinion?" |
7979 | You could not be angry with me?" |
7979 | You do n''t care about what I''m telling you?" |
7979 | You do n''t know it?" |
7979 | You do n''t like it?..." |
7979 | You do n''t see?..." |
7979 | You do n''t think that he drinks?" |
7979 | You do n''t understand each other? |
7979 | You do not want me to meet him?" |
7979 | You know each other?" |
7979 | You know it?..." |
7979 | You must know some? |
7979 | You see that, too?" |
7979 | You will be faithful to me? |
7979 | You will do that?" |
7979 | You will not keep anything from me?" |
7979 | You will not leave me? |
7979 | You will not leave me?... |
7979 | You wo n''t be angry with the Frenchwoman for not being serious?" |
7979 | You wo n''t be angry?) |
7979 | You wo n''t forget him?" |
7979 | You wo n''t tell anybody?..." |
7979 | again?" |
7979 | and when he had killed him would there he any change in the animosity of those people whose insulting laughter was still ringing in his ears? |
7979 | asked Christophe with a start,"the little governess?" |
7979 | asked the footman, ironically emphasizing the word_ Frau_,"Your mother? |
7979 | he asked,"where is he now?" |
7979 | he said, in a troubled voice...."And how is one not to be afraid?" |
7979 | he to do with all these? |
7979 | he would say slyly as he came up to him,"another masterpiece?" |
7979 | how is it that they are held captive in this old box? |
7979 | or is this the end of all? |
7979 | or out of the window?... |
7979 | or those of the men and women who had loved before them, who had been before them,--in them?... |
7979 | said Frau Reinhart,"you knew her too?" |
7979 | what could he say to a little puritanical and naïve girl? |
7979 | what will he look like?'' |
7979 | what?" |
7979 | who would have thought it when we were together? |
7979 | you do n''t like being beaten? |
7979 | you do n''t think so? |
7979 | you will never leave me? |
7979 | yourselves in a mirror? |