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  But absorbed in a throng of inward calculations, he had paid no heed to it.,CHAPTER XII ,  Natasha's illness was so serious that, fortunately for her and for her parents, the consideration of all that had caused the illness, her conduct and the breaking off of her engagement, receded into the background. She was so ill that it was impossible for them to consider in how far she was to blame for what had happened. She could not eat or sleep, grew visibly thinner, coughed, and, as the doctors made them feel, was in danger. They could not think of anything but how to help her. Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine- not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs. This simple thought could not occur to the doctors (as it cannot occur to a wizard that he is unable to work his charms) because the business of their lives was to cure, and they received money for it and had spent the best years of their lives on that business. But, above all, that thought was kept out of their minds by the fact that they saw they were really useful, as in fact they were to the whole Rostov family. Their usefulness did not depend on making the patient swallow substances for the most part harmful (the harm was scarcely perceptible, as they were given in small doses), but they were useful, necessary, and indispensable because they satisfied a mental need of the invalid and of those who loved her- and that is why there are, and always will be, pseudo-healers, wise women, homeopaths, and allopaths. They satisfied that eternal human need for hope of relief, for sympathy, and that something should be done, which is felt by those who are suffering. They satisfied the need seen in its most elementary form in a child, when it wants to have a place rubbed that has been hurt. A child knocks itself and runs at once to the arms of its mother or nurse to have the aching spot rubbed or kissed, and it feels better when this is done. The child cannot believe that the strongest and wisest of its people have no remedy for its pain, and the hope of relief and the expression of its mother's sympathy while she rubs the bump comforts it. The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box of a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.,  It is not that Thenardier was not, on occasion, capable of wrath to quite the same degree as his wife; but this was very rare, and at such times, since he was enraged with the human race in general, as he bore within him a deep furnace of hatred.,  The dialogue between him and Gavroche began again for the fourth time:--,  Such is the theory of the skilful.,...

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  The stranger stretched his neck out of his cravat, a gesture characteristic of the vulture, and replied with an augmented smile.;  "Well, that can't happen twice! Eh?" said Anatole, with a good-humored laugh. .  Cosette examined it.!  "But why don't you want to take it?" she asked again.!  By the time the soldiers had dragged the wattle fence to its place the campfires were blazing on all sides ready for cooking, the wood crackled, the snow was melting, and black shadows of soldiers flitted to and fro all over the occupied space where the snow had been trodden down....  As she was finishing it for the third time, Lieutenant Theodule passed the gate once more, and rattled his spurs upon the pavement.,  "Has my father returned yet?",;LastIndexNext.!

  Did the veteran make himself disastrously felt in the leader?,RED,  This presented a providential occasion to eat another apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in his fob, turned his pocket inside out, found nothing, not even a sou, and began to shout:,  "Well, he's a poor sort of soldier...", ...,  Pierre glanced at him with amazement, unable to understand what he wanted.,  A man without convictions, without habits, without traditions, without a name, and not even a Frenchman, emerges- by what seem the strangest chances- from among all the seething French parties, and without joining any one of them is borne forward to a prominent position.! !

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!  After Nicholas had gone things in the Rostov household were more depressing than ever, and the countess fell ill from mental agitation.,  What would Sonya and the count and countess have done, how would they have looked, if nothing had been done, if there had not been those pills to give by the clock, the warm drinks, the chicken cutlets, and all the other details of life ordered by the doctors, the carrying out of which supplied an occupation and consolation to the family circle? How would the count have borne his dearly loved daughter's illness had he not known that it was costing him a thousand rubles, and that he would not grudge thousands more to benefit her, or had he not known that if her illness continued he would not grudge yet other thousands and would take her abroad for consultations there, and had he not been able to explain the details of how Metivier and Feller had not understood the symptoms, but Frise had, and Mudrov had diagnosed them even better? What would the countess have done had she not been able sometimes to scold the invalid for not strictly obeying the doctor's orders?!  Napoleon was waiting for Grouchy; he did not come. Wellington expected Blucher; he came.,  The Jondrette's dull eyes had grown joyous, and they now became gloomy.,,  Take care of your supply. One does not fire out of the ranks with the soul any more than with a gun.",  It's less unhealthy....  Those members of the Cougourde of Aix who were in Paris then met on the plain of Issy, in one of the abandoned quarries which are so numerous in that side of Paris..

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  It was necessary that it should be so, or they could never have been wounded in the back.,  "That is the Dutch ambassador, do you see? That gray-haired man," she said, indicating an old man with a profusion of silver-gray curly hair, who was surrounded by ladies laughing at something he said.,  "Whether Dolokhov comes or not, we must seize it, eh?" said Denisov with a merry sparkle in his eyes.,,  "Well, General, it all looks like war," as if regretting a circumstance of which he was unable to judge..  She walked bent forward, with drooping head, like an old woman; the weight of the bucket strained and stiffened her thin arms.,  "Do you want anything better?" he would have answered: "No." God might have said to him:.

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  Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.,  While the husband pondered and combined, Madame Thenardier thought not of absent creditors, took no heed of yesterday nor of to-morrow, and lived in a fit of anger, all in a minute.,  Go down as quick as you can.",  Rostov glanced angrily at Ilyin and without replying strode off with rapid steps to the village.,  Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette had the voice of a linnet with a soul, and sometimes, in the evening, in the wounded man's humble abode, she warbled melancholy songs which delighted Jean Valjean.!  Thirdly, it would have been senseless to sacrifice one's own troops in order to destroy the French army, which without external interference was destroying itself at such a rate that, though its path was not blocked, it could not carry across the frontier more than it actually did in December, namely a hundredth part of the original army.,quickly shoves it down his pants. He maneuvers to Red and the,  The men in the Russian army were so worn out by this continuous marching at the rate of twenty-seven miles a day that they could not go any faster..  What is the amount of truth that springs from your laws, and what amount of justice springs from your tribunals?.CHAPTER III ;

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