1 pet of a trader,' said the adjutant smiling.
2 "Lie down, darling; lie down, my pet," said the countess, softly touching Natasha's shoulders.
3 When they got home she turned everybody out of the room except Natasha, and then called her pet to her armchair.
4 Whatever was spoken of he would bring round to the superstitiousness of old maids, or the petting and spoiling of children.
5 Pierre had managed to start a conversation with the abbe about the balance of power, and the latter, evidently interested by the young man's simple-minded eagerness, was explaining his pet theory.
6 Only Malasha, Andrew's six-year-old granddaughter whom his Serene Highness had petted and to whom he had given a lump of sugar while drinking his tea, remained on the top of the brick oven in the larger room.
7 Five minutes later little black-eyed three-year-old Natasha, her father's pet, having learned from her brother that Papa was asleep and Mamma was in the sitting room, ran to her father unobserved by her mother.
8 She waited on the old countess, petted and spoiled the children, was always ready to render the small services for which she had a gift, and all this was unconsciously accepted from her with insufficient gratitude.