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The man who told me said he had it from the lips of Captain Naranovitsch himself that dear Dobri died at Plevna with his head resting on the captain's breast, and " The youth could not continue.
At that moment Nicholas entered the room, heartily saluted my mother, and cut short our conversation. Much to my surprise, I found that neither Nicholas Naranovitsch nor Bella nor my mother would consent to witness my experiments with dynamite that day. As my old chum approached to greet me on the lawn before breakfast the day following, I could not help admiring his fine, tall, athletic figure.
"Delightful!" murmured Bella, as she listened to the sweet strains of the Commander-in-chief's band, and gazed dreamily at the sun-flashes that danced on the glassy water. "Paradise!" replied Naranovitsch, looking down into her eyes. "What are they going to do?" asked my mother of young Firebrand, who kept possession of her during the whole of the proceedings, and explained everything.
He was my old college chum and brother-in-law to be, Nicholas Naranovitsch, head and shoulders over his fellows, straight as a poplar, proud as a peacock, and modest as an untried man ought to be. The spot for the review was well chosen, on a gentle undulating hillside, which enabled the spectators to see the whole army at once.
There was one countenance, which, deadly white, and gashed by a Turkish sabre, had been ruddy with young life in the morning. It was that of Nicholas Naranovitsch. He lay on his back near his dead horse, and close to a heap of slaughtered men. He was so faint and so shattered by sabre-cuts and bullets as to be utterly unable to move anything but his eyes.
"Before answering that," said I, pulling out my watch, "allow me to ask at what hour you expect Bella home to-day." "She half promised to be over to breakfast, if cousin Kate would let her away. It is probable that she may arrive in less than an hour." "Curious coincidence," said I, "that her lover is likely to arrive about the same time!" "What! Nicholas Naranovitsch?" "Yes.
The ship in which he sailed from St. Petersburg arrived late last night, and I have just received a telegram, saying that he will be down by the first train this morning. Love, you know, is said to have wings. If the pair given to Naranovitsch are at all in keeping with his powerful frame, they will bear him swiftly to Fagend."
I need scarcely add that some of us turned aside from time to time, as opportunity offered, to succour the unfortunates around us. At last I reached the front, went to headquarters, presented my credentials, and was permitted to attach myself to one of the regiments. At once I made inquiries as to the whereabouts of Nicholas Naranovitsch, and was so fortunate as to find him.
As they passed before us, with that stately bearing of man and horse which has always seemed to me peculiar to the Life Guards, and the sun flashed in dazzling gleams from breasts and helmets, I glanced at my friend Naranovitsch.
No, Mrs Naranovitsch, Blue-eyes is necessary to my existence; she inspires my pen and corrects my spelling; she lifts my soul, when required, above the petty cares of life, and enables me to take flights of genius, which, without her, were impossible, and you know that flights of genius are required, occasionally, of the correspondent of a weekly at least of an Irish weekly.
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