Whips cracked, hoofs slipped, traces broke, and lungs were strained with shouting.
In the expression of his face, in his movements, in his walk, scarcely a trace was left of his former affected languor and indolence.
Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty.
Thus fulfilling the highest law thou shalt regain traces of the ancient dignity which thou hast lost.
There was not a trace of agitation on his face.
Not a trace of his former doubts remained in his soul.
Prince Hippolyte, who had been gazing at the vicomte for some time through his lorgnette, suddenly turned completely round toward the little princess, and having asked for a needle began tracing the Conde coat of arms on the table.
The near side horse, arching his head and breaking into a short canter, tugged at his traces.
Inside the shed Alpatych and the coachman arranged the tangled reins and traces of their horses with trembling hands.
Let not a trace of you remain here!
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The horse of an ammunition cart put its leg over a trace.
Hey, look at the trace horse!
The actors of 1812 have long since left the stage, their personal interests have vanished leaving no trace, and nothing remains of that time but its historic results.
The old prince would not cherish any hope: he made up his mind that Prince Andrew had been killed, and though he sent an official to Austria to seek for traces of his son, he ordered a monument from Moscow which he intended to erect in his own garden to his memory, and he told everybody that his son had been killed.
They all plainly and certainly knew that they were criminals who must hide the traces of their guilt as quickly as possible.
But the idea that he, L’russe Besuhof, was destined to set a limit to the power of the Beast was as yet only one of the fancies that often passed through his mind and left no trace behind.
Even now he felt clearly that the gory trace of that recollection would not pass with time, but that the terrible memory would, on the contrary, dwell in his heart ever more cruelly and painfully to the end of his life.
When—free from soldiers, wagons, and the filthy traces of a camp—he saw villages with peasants and peasant women, gentlemen’s country houses, fields where cattle were grazing, posthouses with stationmasters asleep in them, he rejoiced as though seeing all this for the first time.