1 I would marry the man I loved, which no other queen in Europe has the courage to do.
2 There is one object, however, which is hopelessly out of keeping with its surroundings.
3 The movement shifts his field of vision, into the corner of which there now comes the tail of Louka's double apron.
4 At the side of this table, which stands on the right, Bluntschli is hard at work, with a couple of maps before him, writing orders.
5 He looks after her with emotion for a moment, then turns slowly away, his face radiant with the exultation of the scene which has just passed.
6 A row of three large windows in the front of the house shew a mountain panorama, which is just now seen in one of its softest aspects in the mellowing afternoon light.
7 Above the head of the bed, which stands against a little wall cutting off the right hand corner of the room diagonally, is a painted wooden shrine, blue and gold, with an ivory image of Christ, and a light hanging before it in a pierced metal ball suspended by three chains.
8 In short, the clever, imaginative barbarian has an acute critical faculty which has been thrown into intense activity by the arrival of western civilization in the Balkans; and the result is precisely what the advent of nineteenth-century thought first produced in England: to-wit, Byronism.
9 This chest of drawers is also covered by a variegated native cloth, and on it there is a pile of paper backed novels, a box of chocolate creams, and a miniature easel, on which is a large photograph of an extremely handsome officer, whose lofty bearing and magnetic glance can be felt even from the portrait.
10 At the head of it sits Sergius, who is also supposed to be at work, but who is actually gnawing the feather of a pen, and contemplating Bluntschli's quick, sure, businesslike progress with a mixture of envious irritation at his own incapacity, and awestruck wonder at an ability which seems to him almost miraculous, though its prosaic character forbids him to esteem it.