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¡¡¡¡"Shall I loose them or not?" Nicholas asked himself as the wolf approached him coming from the copse. Suddenly the wolf's whole physiognomy changed: she shuddered, seeing what she had probably never seen before- human eyes fixed upon her- and turning her head a little toward Rostov, she paused.!...¡¡¡¡Having returned to the watchman's hut, Petya found Denisov in the passage. He was awaiting Petya's return in a state of agitation, anxiety, and self-reproach for having let him go.,!¡¡¡¡Cosette did not know the delightful legend, I love a little, passionately, etc.--who was there who could have taught her?,¡¡¡¡After Prince Andrews engagement to Natasha, Pierre without any apparent cause suddenly felt it impossible to go on living as before. Firmly convinced as he was of the truths revealed to him by his benefactor, and happy as he had been in perfecting his inner man, to which he had devoted himself with such ardor- all the zest of such a life vanished after the engagement of Andrew and Natasha and the death of Joseph Alexeevich, the news of which reached him almost at the same time. Only the skeleton of life remained: his house, a brilliant wife who now enjoyed the favors of a very important personage, acquaintance with all Petersburg, and his court service with its dull formalities. And this life suddenly seemed to Pierre unexpectedly loathsome. He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the Club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it. Pierre felt that she right, and to avoid compromising her went away to Moscow.,¡¡¡¡What was more simple than that they should have no dwelling place!!.
,¡¡¡¡"Don't speak to me like that. I am not worth it!" exclaimed Natasha and turned to leave the room, but Pierre held her hand.,¡¡¡¡In the presence of the imminence of the peril, in the presence of the death of M. Mabeuf, that melancholy enigma, in the presence of Bahorel killed, and Courfeyrac shouting:,¡¡¡¡"No, sir.",;¡¡¡¡The right thing now was, if not to retire from the service, at any rate to go home on leave. Why he had to go he did not know; but after his after-dinner nap he gave orders to saddle Mars, an extremely vicious gray stallion that had not been ridden for a long time, and when he returned with the horse all in a lather, he informed Lavrushka (Denisov's servant who had remained with him) and his comrades who turned up in the evening that he was applying for leave and was going home. Difficult and strange as it was for him to reflect that he would go away without having heard from the staff- and this interested him extremely- whether he was promoted to a captaincy or would receive the Order of St. Anne for the last maneuvers; strange as it was to think that he would go away without having sold his three roans to the Polish Count Golukhovski, who was bargaining for the horses Rostov had betted he would sell for two thousand rubles; incomprehensible as it seemed that the ball the hussars were giving in honor of the Polish Mademoiselle Przazdziecka (out of rivalry to the Uhlans who had given one in honor of their Polish Mademoiselle Borzozowska) would take place without him- he knew he must go away from this good, bright world to somewhere where everything was stupid and confused. A week later he obtained his leave. His hussar comrades- not only those of his own regiment, but the whole brigade- gave Rostov a dinner to which the subscription was fifteen rubles a head, and at which there were two bands and two choirs of singers. Rostov danced the Trepak with Major Basov; the tipsy officers tossed, embraced, and dropped Rostov; the soldiers of the third squadron tossed him too, and shouted "hurrah!" and then they put him in his sleigh and escorted him as far as the first post station..
¡¡¡¡Cosette laughed, chattered, and sang from daybreak., !¡¡¡¡"Oh, that count of yours!" said the princess malevolently. "He is a hypocrite, a rascal who has himself roused the people to riot. Didn't he write in those idiotic broadsheets that anyone, 'whoever it might be, should be dragged to the lockup by his hair'? (How silly!) 'And honor and glory to whoever captures him,' he says. This is what his cajolery has brought us to! Barbara Ivanovna told me the mob near killed her because she said something in French.".¡¡¡¡*Death gives relief and death is peaceful.,,¡¡¡¡This pallor sufficed but too thoroughly to trouble Jean Valjean. Sometimes he asked her:--,¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ 100¡¡¡¡110¡¡¡¡120¡¡¡¡130¡¡¡¡140¡¡¡¡150;¡¡¡¡He had seated himself in silence on the nearest bed, and, as he was behind Jondrette, he could only be indistinctly seen.!¡¡¡¡The sentry, who was relieved every two hours, marched up and down in front of his cage with loaded musket. The Fine-Air was lighted by a skylight.!
the proportion. A man cannot tell, whether Apelles, or Albert Durer, were the more ,come but now and then. So it is true, that small matters win great commendation, ,¡¡¡¡"If we're caught, I won't be taken alive! I have a pistol," whispered he..LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡Having prepared everything necessary for the party, the Bergs were really for their guests' arrival.;¡¡¡¡"She has written to you. How she torments herself, poor thing! She's afraid you might think that she does not like you.";¡¡¡¡Pierre told her the price.!¡¡¡¡Two intrepid men, tried in great wars, the Marshal Lobau and General Bugeaud, were in command, Bugeaud under Lobau. Enormous patrols, composed of battalions of the Line, enclosed in entire companies of the National Guard, and preceded by a commissary of police wearing his scarf of office, went to reconnoitre the streets in rebellion.;¡¡¡¡Nicholas expressed his disapproval of the postponement of the marriage for a year; but Natasha attacked her brother with exasperation, proving to him that it could not be otherwise, and that it would be a bad thing to enter a family against the father's will, and that she herself wished it so..
¡¡¡¡There was a stir among the throng of officers and in the ranks of the soldiers, who moved that they might hear better what he was going to say.,Ned, I wouldn't worry too much over this contract. Seems to me I've...¡¡¡¡All that July the old prince was exceedingly active and even animated. He planned another garden and began a new building for the domestic serfs. The only thing that made Princess Mary anxious about him was that he slept very little and, instead of sleeping in his study as usual, changed his sleeping place every day. One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while- instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne- a serf boy read to him. Then again he would spend a night in the dining room.;¡¡¡¡The aim of cutting off Napoleon and his army never existed except in the imaginations of a dozen people. It could not exist because it was senseless and unattainable.,,!¡¡¡¡"And is there a large force of you here?" said another, a short man, coming up., .
¡¡¡¡He who gave to all so readily thought this demand exorbitant and almost odious..ANDY,¡¡¡¡Princess Mary told Pierre of her plan to become intimate with her future sister-in-law as soon as the Rostovs arrived and to try to accustom the old prince to her....¡¡¡¡The little Mondetour barricade, hidden behind the wine-shop building, was not visible....,¡®Take this Portkey, Harry.¡¯;
CHAPTER VIII ,Loud. Jangling with PEOPLE and NOISE. We find Red bagging;LastIndexNext,!¡¡¡¡Are you mad?,¡¡¡¡He was decidedly terrified....
¡¡¡¡Balashev, feeling it incumbent on him to reply, said that from the Russian side things did not appear in so gloomy a light. Napoleon was silent, still looking derisively at him and evidently not listening to him. Balashev said that in Russia the best results were expected from the war. Napoleon nodded condescendingly, as if to say, "I know it's your duty to say that, but you don't believe it yourself. I have convinced you."!? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡On the thirteenth of July the Pavlograds took part in a serious action for the first time..CHAPTER XXV ;,¡¡¡¡To beat in squares, to pulverize regiments, to break lines, to crush and disperse masses,--for him everything lay in this, to strike, strike, strike incessantly,-- and he intrusted this task to the cannon-ball. A redoubtable method, and one which, united with genius, rendered this gloomy athlete of the pugilism of war invincible for the space of fifteen years....¡¡¡¡But how was she to get the letter to the post? She never went out alone, and Toussaint, surprised at such a commission, would certainly show the letter to M. Fauchelevent. In this dilemma, Cosette had caught sight through the fence of Eponine in man's clothes, who now prowled incessantly around the garden. Cosette had called to "this young workman" and had handed him five francs and the letter, saying:,¡¡¡¡Jean Valjean had been recaptured.,Andy says nothing. Walks stiffly away. Doesn't look back..
¡¡¡¡That frightful .¡¡¡¡"Here's another rascal.",shall not sow, and he that looketh to the clouds shall not reap. A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. Men\'s behaviour should be like their apparel, not too strait, or point device, but free for exercise or motion.,? Leo Tolstoy. , ,¡¡¡¡ I have the honor to salute you with respect, .
...¡®Well, we don't stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,¡¯ said Harry. ¡®Let's get away from this door.¡¯,Mail call. Red hears his name. They pass him a postcard.,¡¡¡¡The historians, in accord with the old habit of acknowledging divine intervention in human affairs, want to see the cause of events in the expression of the will of someone endowed with power, but that supposition is not confirmed either by reason or by experience..¡¡¡¡¡¡a¡¡¡¡ b¡¡¡¡ c¡¡¡¡ d¡¡¡¡ e¡¡¡¡ f¡¡¡¡ g¡¡¡¡ h¡¡¡¡ i¡¡¡¡ k,¡¡¡¡A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil. Voluptuousness mingles there with its sweet tiny point, while it hides itself.,¡¡¡¡"A coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots and linen.",¡¡¡¡After that Princess Mary did not see her father for a whole week. He was ill and did not leave his study.!
¡¡¡¡The mother stammered:--,RED (V.O.),¡¡¡¡Such is the fate not of great men (grands hommes) whom the Russian mind does not acknowledge, but of those rare and always solitary individuals who, discerning the will of Providence, submit their personal will to it. The hatred and contempt of the crowd punish such men for discerning the higher laws.,;cxx: 6).;? Leo Tolstoy!
¡¡¡¡"Please come, Princess... The Prince," said Dunyasha in a breaking voice.,¡¡¡¡In their rear, more than a mile from Mikulino where the forest came right up to the road, six Cossacks were posted to report if any fresh columns of French should show themselves.;¡¡¡¡Dolokhov's appearance amazed Petya by its simplicity.,¡¡¡¡In historical works on the year 1812 French writers are very fond of saying that Napoleon felt the danger of extending his line, that he sought a battle and that his marshals advised him to stop at Smolensk, and of making similar statements to show that the danger of the campaign was even then understood. Russian authors are still fonder of telling us that from the commencement of the campaign a Scythian war plan was adopted to lure Napoleon into the depths of Russia, and this plan some of them attribute to Pfuel, others to a certain Frenchman, others to Toll, and others again to Alexander himself- pointing to notes, projects, and letters which contain hints of such a line of action. But all these hints at what happened, both from the French side and the Russian, are advanced only because they fit in with the event. Had that event not occurred these hints would have been forgotten, as we have forgotten the thousands and millions of hints and expectations to the contrary which were current then but have now been forgotten because the event falsified them. There are always so many conjectures as to the issue of any event that however it may end there will always be people to say: "I said then that it ;¡¡¡¡Anatole glanced round at his sister and rose submissively, ready to follow Pierre. Pierre, taking him by the arm, pulled him toward himself and was leading him from the room.;¡¡¡¡In dealing with this period they sternly condemn the historical personages who, in their opinion, caused what they describe as the reaction. All the well-known people of that period, from Alexander and Napoleon to Madame de Stael, Photius, Schelling, Fichte, Chateaubriand, and the rest, pass before their stern judgment seat and are acquitted or condemned according to whether they conduced to progress or to reaction..¡¡¡¡He returned to Fantine's bed, and she went on:--,By "Eshu Space".;
;;¡¡¡¡The huntsman standing in the hollow moved and loosed his borzois, and Nicholas saw a queer, short-legged red fox with a fine brush going hard across the field. The borzois bore down on it.... Now they drew close to the fox which began to dodge between the field in sharper and sharper curves, trailing its brush, when suddenly a strange white borzoi dashed in followed by a black one, and everything was in confusion; the borzois formed a star-shaped figure, scarcely swaying their bodies and with tails turned away from the center of the group. Two huntsmen galloped up to the dogs; one in a red cap, the other, a stranger, in a green coat.,¡¡¡¡He bent down and looked at her.,¡¡¡¡He passed into the next room, and the deep, querulous sounds of his voice were at once heard from there....¡¡¡¡"We are saved!" said he. On the day appointed, he went to the Minister's house.!,!
,¡¡¡¡"Come into my study," said Nicholas.!¡¡¡¡On the third day after his arrival he heard from the Drubetskoys that Princess Mary was in Moscow. The death, sufferings, and last days of Prince Andrew had often occupied Pierre's thoughts and now recurred to him with fresh vividness. Having heard at dinner that Princess Mary was in Moscow and living in her house- which had not been burned- in Vozdvizhenka Street, he drove that same evening to see her.,¡¡¡¡This campaign consisted in a flight of the French during which they did all they could to destroy themselves. From the time they turned onto the Kaluga road to the day their leader fled from the army, none of the movements of the crowd had any sense. So one might have thought that regarding this period of the campaign the historians, who attributed the actions of the mass to the will of one man, would have found it impossible to make the story of the retreat fit their theory. But no! Mountains of books have been written by the historians about this campaign, and everywhere are described Napoleon's arrangements, the maneuvers, and his profound plans which guided the army, as well as the military genius shown by his marshals.; .¡¡¡¡When, much later, "Uncle" rode up to Nicholas and began talking to him, he felt flattered that, after what had happened, "Uncle" deigned to speak to him. ;¡¡¡¡They can't get in.,,¡¡¡¡"Let me kiss you, dear old fellow! Oh, how fine, how splendid!";¡¡¡¡In a twinkling, Montparnasse had become unrecognizable.;
¡¡¡¡Does every one know how to read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo?,¡¡¡¡Many of the Municipal Guards, on being wounded, in the Rue des Lombards, retreated.,,,¡¡¡¡Metternich would gladly have put it in kicking-straps. Pushed on in France by progress, it pushed on the monarchies, those loiterers in Europe.!,¡¡¡¡And finally, what was to be done with Cosette? How was she to be drawn up to the top of a three-story house?.
There be some have an over-early ripeness in their years, which fadeth betimes: these are first, such as have brittle wits, the edge whereof is soon turned; such as was Hermogenes the Rhetorician, whose books are exceeding subtle; who afterwards waxed stupid. !¡¡¡¡"They are men too," said one of them as he wrapped himself up in his coat. "Even wormwood grows on its own root.",? Leo Tolstoy,;¡¡¡¡"Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs."...¡¡¡¡That done, he grasped Le Cabuc by the hair, as the latter coiled himself into a ball at his knees and shrieked, and placed the muzzle of the pistol to his ear. Many of those intrepid men, who had so tranquilly entered upon the most terrible of adventures, turned aside their heads.!
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¡¡¡¡He had made great progress in the industry of the men who tear off lead, who plunder the roofs and despoil the gutters by the process called double pickings., ,¡¡¡¡Laigle's coat was threadbare, but Joly was well dressed....¡¡¡¡They lived in a golden minute.,¡¡¡¡"Bonjour, messieurs!"* said Dolokhov loudly and clearly. ,¡¡¡¡One of the most valiant.,¡¡¡¡"Hold!" he thought; "the whole of Jean Valjean is still in them. They must be destroyed also.",¡¡¡¡Each battalion of the Guard was commanded by a general for this final catastrophe.,¡¡¡¡On arriving at the top, he left his candle on the top step of his stairs, opened his door with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by feeling, then returned for his candle and re-entered his room.!
,¡¡¡¡"Because it's useless.",¡¡¡¡All were silent.,¡¡¡¡The second consideration is the more or less evident time relation of the man to the world and the clearness of our perception of the place the man's action occupies in time. That is the ground which makes the fall of the first man, resulting in the production of the human race, appear evidently less free than a man's entry into marriage today. It is the reason why the life and activity of people who lived centuries ago and are connected with me in time cannot seem to me as free as the life of a contemporary, the consequences of which are still unknown to me....Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide and swallowed the jet of green light whole: he burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one long, fluid movement¡ªthe snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; and the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass.;Heywood drifts back to others, giving them a look.;¡¡¡¡"Excuse my coming to you, cousin," she said in a reproachful and agitated voice. "You know some decision must be come to. What is going to happen? Everyone has left Moscow and the people are rioting. How is it that we are staying on?",greatness in a man, to be the care of me higher powers. So Caesar said to me pilot ;
¡¡¡¡Never again should he read those books; never more should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, the only servant whom he kept, would never more bring him his coffee in the morning.,¡¡¡¡"--With the assistance of Patron-Minette, it can't fail.",,¡¡¡¡"You say nothing, Brujon?"; ,¡¡¡¡Perpetual motion was in his little arms and perpetual clamor in his little lungs.;
¡¡¡¡The theory seems irrefutable just because the act of transference of the people's will cannot be verified, for it never occurred.,? Leo Tolstoy,¡¡¡¡That Sunday, the Rostovs went to Mass at the Razumovskis' private chapel as usual. It was a hot July day. Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town. All the Moscow notabilities, all the Rostovs' acquaintances, were at the Razumovskis' chapel, for, as if expecting something to happen, many wealthy families who usually left town for their country estates had not gone away that summer. As Natasha, at her mother's side, passed through the crowd behind a liveried footman who cleared the way for them, she heard a young man speaking about her in too loud a whisper.,,¡¡¡¡She was nursing her boy when the sound of Pierre's sleigh was heard at the front door, and the old nurse- knowing how to please her mistress- entered the room inaudibly but hurriedly and with a beaming face.,¡¡¡¡Just as prolonged and stubborn is the struggle now proceeding between the old and the new conception of history, and theology in the same way stands on guard for the old view, and accuses the new view of subverting revelation.;
¡¡¡¡Some good old Bonapartist soldiers, who had retired to the village, went to see this creature with great devotion. The mountebanks gave out that the tricolored cockade was a unique phenomenon made by God expressly for their menagerie.!¡¡¡¡He had been proscribed, a wanderer, poor.,CHAPTER XIV ,¡¡¡¡All the labors of modern social philosophies must converge towards this point...would be so," quite forgetting that amid their innumerable conjectures many were to quite the contrary effect.,¡¡¡¡He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table- on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle- moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading. Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.;¡¡¡¡ORIGINALITY OF PARIS;
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RED (V.O.)...¡¡¡¡She shook her head and added:--, !¡¡¡¡Natasha looked in the mirrors and could not distinguish her reflection from the others. All was blended into one brilliant procession. On entering the ballroom the regular hum of voices, footsteps, and greetings deafened Natasha, and the light and glitter dazzled her still more. The host and hostess, who had already been standing at the door for half an hour repeating the same words to the various arrivals, "Charme de vous voir,"* greeted the Rostovs and Peronskaya in the same manner. .,¡¡¡¡Karataev paused, smiling joyously as he gazed into the fire, and he drew the logs together.,¡¡¡¡It might have been said of Cosette that she was clear.,¡¡¡¡The motives of those who thronged from all sides to Moscow after it had been cleared of the enemy were most diverse and personal, and at first for the most part savage and brutal. One motive only they all had in common: a desire to get to the place that had been called Moscow, to apply their activities there.!¡¡¡¡Then he essayed a desperate effort..;
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¡¡¡¡"And is Papa older?" she asked.,And the most frequent of external causes is, that the folly of one man is the fortune ,¡¡¡¡The instant he had done this, all Rostov's animation vanished. The officer fell, not so much from the blow- which had but slightly cut his arm above the elbow- as from the shock to his horse and from fright. Rostov reined in his horse, and his eyes sought his foe to see whom he had vanquished. The French dragoon officer was hopping with one foot on the ground, the other being caught in the stirrup. His eyes, screwed up with fear as if he every moment expected another blow, gazed up at Rostov with shrinking terror. His pale and mud-stained face- fair and young, with a dimple in the chin and light-blue eyes- was not an enemy's face at all suited to a battlefield, but a most ordinary, homelike face. Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!" He hurriedly but vainly tried to get his foot out of the stirrup and did not remove his frightened blue eyes from Rostov's face. Some hussars who galloped up disengaged his foot and helped him into the saddle. On all sides, the hussars were busy with the dragoons; one was wounded, but though his face was bleeding, he would not give up his horse; another was perched up behind an hussar with his arms round him; a third was being helped by an hussar to mount his horse. In front, the French infantry were firing as they ran. The hussars galloped hastily back with their prisoners. Rostov galloped back with the rest, aware of an unpleasant feeling of depression in his heart. Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him.,¡¡¡¡"No, no. Why did you bring me away? She will be asking for me."!¡¡¡¡In presence and in face of that antique Europe reconstructed, the features of a new France were sketched out.,¡¡¡¡"If I were asking you to do something disagreeable now- but I only ask you to return a call. One would think mere politeness required it.... Well, I have asked you, and now I won't interfere any more since you have secrets from your mother.";
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¡¡¡¡"Who?" asked M. Leblanc..¡¡¡¡Do you know? If she were brought to me now, I should talk to her very gently. That is all..¡¡¡¡"Oh, how good! How splendid!" said he to himself when a cleanly laid table was moved up to him with savory beef tea, or when he lay down for the night on a soft clean bed, or when he remembered that the French had gone and that his wife was no more. "Oh, how good, how splendid!",¡¡¡¡The Cossack bent forward from under the wagon to get a closer look at Petya.;¡°Hurry!¡± ,¡¡¡¡"Du sublime (he saw something sublime in himself) au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas,"* said he. And the whole world for fifty years has been repeating: "Sublime! Grand! Napoleon le Grand!" Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas. ,¡¡¡¡After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, and spoke to her in a low voice.,¡¡¡¡Prince Andrew listened to the account of the opening of the Council of State, which he had so impatiently awaited and to which he had attached such importance, and was surprised that this event, now that it had taken place, did not affect him, and even seemed quite insignificant. He listened with quiet irony to Bitski's enthusiastic account of it. A very simple thought occurred to him: "What does it matter to me or to Bitski what the Emperor was pleased to say at the Council? Can all that make me any happier or better?"!
¡¡¡¡As he descended again at a run, the portress hailed him:--,¡¡¡¡Often, speaking with vexation of some failure or irregularity, he would say: "What can one do with our Russian peasants?" and imagined that he could not bear them.... !.;,.¡¡¡¡I remember one Shrove-Tuesday when she went to bed at eight o'clock. There, I am telling the truth; you have only to ask.;
The standards to be roses; jumper, holly; berberries (but here and there, because of the smell of their blossom); red currants; gooseberries; rosemary; bays; sweet-briar; and such like. But these standards to be kept with cutting, that they grow not out of course., ;¡°Vare is Herm-own-ninny?¡± said a voice. ,¡¡¡¡Anatole rose and went into the dining room. Balaga was a famous troyka driver who had known Dolokhov and Anatole some six years and had given them good service with his troykas. More than once when Anatole's regiment was stationed at Tver he had taken him from Tver in the evening, brought him to Moscow by daybreak, and driven him back again the next night. More than once he had enabled Dolokhov to escape when pursued. More than once he had driven them through the town with gypsies and "ladykins" as he called the cocottes. More than once in their service he had run over pedestrians and upset vehicles in the streets of Moscow and had always been protected from the consequences by "my gentlemen" as he called them. He had ruined more than one horse in their service. More than once they had beaten him, and more than once they had made him drunk on champagne and Madeira, which he loved; and he knew more than one thing about each of them which would long ago have sent an ordinary man to Siberia. They often called Balaga into their orgies and made him drink and dance at the gypsies', and more than one thousand rubles of their money had passed through his hands. In their service he risked his skin and his life twenty times a year, and in their service had lost more horses than the money he had from them would buy. But he liked them; liked that mad driving at twelve miles an hour, liked upsetting a driver or running down a pedestrian, and flying at full gallop through the Moscow streets. He liked to hear those wild, tipsy shouts behind him: "Get on! Get on!" when it was impossible to go any faster. He liked giving a painful lash on the neck to some peasant who, more dead than alive, was already hurrying out of his way. "Real gentlemen!" he considered them.,¡¡¡¡"Help me!".!¡¡¡¡Pfuel was short and very thin but broad-boned, of coarse, robust build, broad in the hips, and with prominent shoulder blades. His face was much wrinkled and his eyes deep set. His hair had evidently been hastily brushed smooth in front of the temples, but stuck up behind in quaint little tufts. He entered the room, looking restlessly and angrily around, as if afraid of everything in that large apartment. Awkwardly holding up his sword, he addressed Chernyshev and asked in German where the Emperor was. One could see that he wished to pass through the rooms as quickly as possible, finish with the bows and greetings, and sit down to business in front of a map, where he would feel at home. He nodded hurriedly in reply to Chernyshev, and smiled ironically on hearing that the sovereign was inspecting the fortifications that he, Pfuel, had planned in accord with his theory. He muttered something to himself abruptly and in a bass voice, as self-assured Germans do- it might have been "stupid fellow"... or "the whole affair will be ruined," or "something absurd will come of it."... Prince Andrew did not catch what he said and would have passed on, but Chernyshev introduced him to Pfuel, remarking that Prince Andrew was just back from Turkey where the war had terminated so fortunately. Pfuel barely glanced- not so much at Prince Andrew as past him- and said, with a laugh: "That must have been a fine tactical war"; and, laughing contemptuously, went on into the room from which the sound of voices was heard.;