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And on the Vandame road, while the young ladies got into the carriage, all congratulated themselves on the superb day, oblivious of the long swelling shudder of the marching people afar off in the country, though they might have heard the sound of it if they had pressed their ears against the earth.
bread!"Lucie and Jeanne pressed themselves against Madame Hennebeau, who was almost fainting; while Négrel placed himself before them as though to protect them by his body.
He pressed his face to the glass panel of the door, perspiring and trembling in anticipation of disaster, while the Grégoires decided to go into the drawing-room.
Behind them the captain had drawn his sword, and as the crowd pressed in on them more and more, threatening to crush them against the wall, he ordered them to present bayonets.
He pressed on the bayonets, compelling the soldiers to draw back, terrible in his insolence and bravado.
The carpenters, pressed for time, had been content to place iron squares at the angles, so carelessly that not all the screws were put in.
Pressed one against the other in their shirts, they could feel the warmth of each other's naked flesh, at the edge of this bed, still moist with the night's sleep.
At the end of the galleries the air, driven back, pressed together and crushed, exploding terribly amid split rocks and overthrown soil.
And he took her again and pressed her, out of bravado, crushing his red moustache against her mouth, and continuing:"Will you leave us alone, eh?
She pressed her poor shrivelled hands against her breasts, her breathing was deep and hollow, a continuous tearing moan, as though tongs were tearing her stomach.
He pressed her, and she rubbed herself against him for a long time, continuing to chatter like a happy girl:"How silly we have been to wait so long!
Then she made up her mind, and pressed his hand.
The naval arsenals were unlocked for Commander Farragut, who pressed energetically forward with the arming of his frigate.
Then, seeing that Ned just let me talk without saying much himself, I pressed him more closely.
That day I pressed him no further.
The captain pressed an electric bell three times.
I also investigated the huge plant albums that were filled with the rarest marine herbs, which, although they were pressed and dried, still kept their wonderful colors.
There I saw again, but not yet pressed and dried like the Nautilus's specimens, some peacock's tails spread open like fans to stir up a cooling breeze, scarlet rosetangle, sea tangle stretching out their young and edible shoots, twisting strings of kelp from the genus Nereocystis that bloomed to a height of fifteen meters, bouquets of mermaid's cups whose stems grew wider at the top, and a number of other open-sea plants, all without flowers.
Then he pressed a button.
And he pressed an electric button, transmitting an order to the crew's quarters.
He pressed a metal button and at once the propeller slowed down significantly.
I was hard pressed by Ned Land's common sense, and I felt myself losing ground.
This done, the captain pressed a button whose wiring was in communication with the crew's quarters.
Crowding the rocks, other fowl watched without fear as we passed and pressed familiarly against our feet.
He liked the granary and the stables; he liked old Rouault, who pressed his hand and called him his saviour; he like the small wooden shoes of Mademoiselle Emma on the scoured flags of the kitchen—her high heels made her a little taller; and when she walked in front of him, the wooden soles springing up quickly struck with a sharp sound against the leather of her boots.
At the crash of the glass Madame Bovary turned her head and saw in the garden the faces of peasants pressed against the window looking in at them.
They remained alone—Madame Bovary, her back turned, her face pressed against a window-pane; Leon held his cap in his hand, knocking it softly against his thigh.
She sprang towards him, she pressed against him, she stirred carefully the dying embers, sought all around her anything that could revive it; and the most distant reminiscences, like the most immediate occasions, what she experienced as well as what she imagined, her voluptuous desires that were unsatisfied, her projects of happiness that crackled in the wind like dead boughs, her sterile virtue, her lost hopes, the domestic tete-a-tete—she gathered it all up, took everything, and made it all serve as fuel for her melancholy.
She pressed his elbow.
Rodolphe, laughing, drew her to him, and pressed her to his breast.
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