1 From pain, cold, and damp, a feverish shivering shook his whole body.
2 The house stood cold and silent, as if quite regardless of who had come to it.
3 Others, the majority, disliked him and considered him conceited, cold, and disagreeable.
4 But as soon as the prince had gone her face resumed its former cold, artificial expression.
5 He laughed in his usual dry, cold, unpleasant way, with his lips only and not with his eyes.
6 She could not lift her face, but only pressed it to the cold braiding of his hussar's jacket.
7 "Go in, Annette, or you will catch cold," said the little princess, taking leave of Anna Pavlovna.
8 A door of one of the inner rooms opened and one of the princesses, the count's niece, entered with a cold, stern face.
9 "Allow me, sir," said Prince Andrew in Russian in a cold, disagreeable tone to Prince Hippolyte who was blocking his path.
10 But now this head was swaying helplessly with the uneven movements of the bearers, and the cold listless gaze fixed itself upon nothing.
11 He sucked and swallowed the cold snow, his lips quivered but his eyes, still smiling, glittered with effort and exasperation as he mustered his remaining strength.
12 This head, with its remarkably broad brow and cheekbones, its handsome, sensual mouth, and its cold, majestic expression, was not disfigured by the approach of death.
13 It was one of those sumptuous but cold apartments known to Pierre only from the front approach, but even in this room there now stood an empty bath, and water had been spilled on the carpet.
14 He sat motionless, looking at the heights visible above the mist, and his cold face wore that special look of confident, self-complacent happiness that one sees on the face of a boy happily in love.
15 Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
16 Rostov saw how the Emperor's rather round shoulders shuddered as if a cold shiver had run down them, how his left foot began convulsively tapping the horse's side with the spur, and how the well-trained horse looked round unconcerned and did not stir.
17 "There is nothing so refreshing after a sleepless night as a cup of this delicious Russian tea," Lorrain was saying with an air of restrained animation as he stood sipping tea from a delicate Chinese handleless cup before a table on which tea and a cold supper were laid in the small circular room.
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