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"If you will permit a stranger, sir," said I, "I will be but too proud and too happy to render you any assistance in my power. I am on the staff of General d'Auvergne, and " "A French officer, sir," interrupted he; "quite enough. I ask for no other guerdon of your honor. Sit down here, then, and But first try if you can discover a pocket-book in my sabretache; I hope it has not been lost."
But that's nonsense, the chief thing is not to forget the important thing I was thinking of. Yes, Na-tasha, sabretache, oh, yes, yes! That's right!" And his head once more sank to his horse's neck. All at once it seemed to him that he was being fired at. "What? What? What?... Cut them down! What?..." said Rostov, waking up.
I must find time, however, whether the press and the compositors are in a fury or not, to mention that the Pope, in his farewell audience to his dear daughter, whom he was to see no more, gave her a general license to wear henceforth in all countries even in partibus Infidelium a cavalry officer's dress boots, spurs, sabre, and sabretache; in fact, anything that she and the Horse Guards might agree upon.
Denisov smiled, took out of his sabretache a handkerchief that diffused a smell of perfume, and put it to Nesvitski's nose. "Of course. I'm going into action! I've shaved, bwushed my teeth, and scented myself."
I must find time, however, whether the press and the compositors are in a fury or not, to mention that the Pope, in his farewell audience to his dear daughter, whom he was to see no more, gave her a general license to wear henceforth in all countries even in partibus Infidelium a cavalry officer's dress boots, spurs, sabre, and sabretache; in fact, anything that she and the Horse Guards might agree upon.
The spectacle of Master Isaac thus arrayed, in all the glory of epaulets and sabretache and the gold braid of a full colonel, reconciled the inhabitants of St. Peter's Port to his departure.
Joseph, his valet, handed him his sabretache and saber, and they all went out into the vestibule. "And where's the fur cloak?" asked Dolokhov. "Hey, Ignatka! Go to Matrena Matrevna and ask her for the sable cloak. I have heard what elopements are like," continued Dolokhov with a wink.
"You think so?" said Kettle, with a delighted grin, "I always did have a kinder honin' after them yaller stripes down my legs." "And a sabre and a sabretache," continued the Sergeant. Times were sometimes dull at Fort Blizzard, and the men in the barracks could get a good many laughs out of Kettle as a soldier.
Rook tried to rise on his forelegs but fell back, pinning his rider's leg. Blood was flowing from his head; he struggled but could not rise. Rostov also tried to rise but fell back, his sabretache having become entangled in the saddle. Where our men were, and where the French, he did not know. There was no one near. Having disentangled his leg, he rose.
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