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"She has a magnificent song, madam! The very spirit of Patriotism stirring, stirring! Let me offer you one of her photos. Miss Ennis Corthy you'll soon see the announcements." Olga drove away in a troubled dream. "The 13th will suit admirably," wrote Helen Borisoff. "That morning my guests leave, and we shall be quiet except for the popping of guns round about. I will meet you at the station."
Again Mrs. Borisoff scrutinised him as he spoke, averting her eyes at length with an absent smile. "Here comes my tutelary teapot," she said, as a pretty maid-servant entered with a tray. "A phrase I got from Irene, by the bye from Miss Derwent, who laughs at my carrying the thing about in my luggage. She has clever little phrases of that sort, as you know." "Yes," fell from Piers, dreamily.
Borisoff; the lady on his other hand, a brilliant beauty, moved him to a feeling almost hostile he knew not why. But as the dinner progressed, as the kindly vintage circled in his blood, he felt the stirrings of a deep joy. By his own effort he had won reception into Irene's world. It was something; it was much remembering all that had gone before. He spoke softly to his partner.
Borisoff nodded twice or thrice, and laughed, then pointed to the prospect through the window. "This is more interesting. Imagine historians living a thousand years hence what would they give to see what we see now!" "Oh, one often has that thought. It's about the best way of making ordinary life endurable." They watched the steamers and barges, silent for a minute or two.
The same applied to the supplies of food which we had taken from Borisoff, for without these it would have been necessary to dispute with the starving hordes over the dead bodies of horses. I may mention here that M. de Ségur claims that there were instances of cannibalism. I have to say that there were so many dead horses lying along the route that there was no need for anyone to resort to this.
When, on the bank of the Beresina, General Partouneaux mistook the road, and instead of taking that leading to Studianka, took the one leading to General Wittgenstein's position, he had with him a peasant from Borisoff who, not knowing a word of French, tried to indicate by signs that the encampment was Russian, but, as he was not understood, through lack of an interpreter we lost a fine division of 7 or 8000 men.
It would so rejoice your dear soul to be assured that I have made such a friend, after what you are pleased to call my riff-raff foreign intimacies." A few words more of affectionate banter, and she signed herself "Helen M. Borisoff." As she was addressing the envelope, the sound of a book thrown on to the table just in front of her caused her to look up, and she saw Irene Derwent.
It was the first time that Miss Derwent, in their talk, had allowed herself a remark suggestive of what is called "emancipation." She would talk with freedom of almost any subject save that specifically forbidden to English girls. Helen Borisoff, whose finger showed a wedding ring, had respected this reticence, but it delighted her to see a new side of her friend's attractive personality.
He must have been aware, since he had come from Borisoff, that the Beresina was on his left, and he should have concluded that to reach Studianka, at the side of this watercourse, it was the road on the left which he should take... but he did not do so, and following blindly some light infantry which had been ahead of him, he took the right hand road and landed in the middle of a large force of Wittgenstein's Russian troops.
Fresh misfortunes awaited him, for the Russian General Koutousoff, who had been following Partouneaux from Borisoff with a strong body of troops, once he heard of his defeat, speeded up his march and came to join Wittgenstein in his attack on Marshal Victor. The Marshal, whose army corps had been reduced to 10,000 men, put up a stout resistance.
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