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He pretended that he was not interested in Studianka and that he intended to use one of two other fords which were below Borisoff, the most practicable of which was at the village of Oukolada. To this end he sent ostentatiously to the spot one of the still armed battalions, followed by a horde of stragglers, which the enemy might take for a full-strength division of infantry.
That her complexion was a little warmer than its wont, Piers had no power of perceiving; he saw only her eyes, soft-shining as they rose to his, in their depths an infinite gentleness. "How glad I am that you got my letter just before leaving Petersburg!" "How kind of you to introduce me to Mrs. Borisoff!" "I thought you would soon be friends." It was all they could say.
"What's the matter? Why are you damaging the ship's literature?" she asked gaily. "No, I can't stand that!" exclaimed Irene. "It's too imbecile. It really is what our slangy friend calls 'rot, and very dry rot. Have you read the thing?" Mrs. Borisoff looked at the title, and answered with a headshake. "Imagine!
The fall of Minsk, although a serious matter, was one to which the Emperor attached little importance, for he relied on crossing the Beresina at Borisoff, where there was a bridge, protected by a fort in good condition and manned by a Polish regiment. The Emperor was so confident about this that, in order to speed the march of his army he burned all his bridging equipment at Orscha.
"I suppose in certain circles" she began. "Oh yes! Shopkeepers and clerks and so on. But the book is supposed to deal with civilised people. It really made me angry!" Mrs. Borisoff regarded her with amused curiosity. Their eyes met. Irene nodded. "Yes," she continued, as if answering a question, "I know someone in just that position.
"Nothing much; I overtired myself yesterday. I must keep quiet for a little." Mrs. Borisoff herself was in no talkative frame of mind. She, too, an observer might have imagined, had some care or worry. The two very soon parted; Irene going back to her room, Helen out into the sunshine. A malicious letter this of Olga's; the kind of letter which Irene had not thought her capable of penning.
She glanced at her father, as if to acquaint him with this news; but the Doctor was deep in a leading-article, and she did not disturb him. Eustace had correspondence of his own which engrossed him. No one seemed disposed for talk this morning. The letter which most interested her came from Helen Borisoff, who was now at home, in Paris.
In the afternoon, having given more than wonted care to his dress, he set forth from the lodging he occupied at the lower end of the Nevski Prospect, and walked to the Hotel de France, near the Winter Palace, where he inquired for Mrs. Borisoff. After a little delay, he was conducted to a private sitting-room, where again he waited.
Of her skill as a pianist, Otway could not judge; what he heard was Music, music absolute, the very music of the spheres. When it ceased, Mrs. Borisoff chanced to look at him; he was startlingly pale, his eyes wide as if in vision more than mortal. "I leave town to-morrow," said his hostess, as he took leave. "Some friends are going with me. You shall hear how we get on at the Castle."
So instead of putting up a determined resistance, which would have given Oudinot the time to come to his help, he abandoned the fort, crossed the bridge to the left bank with all his men, and set out for Orscha to join Oudinot's corps, which he met on the road. The Marshal gave him a very rough reception and ordered him to return with us to Borisoff.
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