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Chapter 18

           

           “TotheGovernor’s,asyouordered,”answeredthecoachman.

           “Fool!Idiot!”shoutedPierre,abusinghiscoachman—athingherarelydid.“Home,Itoldyou!Anddrivefaster,blockhead!”“Imustgetawaythisveryday,”hemurmuredtohimself.

           AtthesightofthetorturedFrenchmanandthecrowdsurroundingtheLóbnoePlace,PierrehadsodefinitelymadeuphismindthathecouldnolongerremaininMoscowandwouldleaveforthearmythatverydaythatitseemedtohimthateitherhehadtoldthecoachmanthisorthatthemanoughttohaveknownitforhimself.

           OnreachinghomePierregaveorderstoEvstáfey—hisheadcoachmanwhokneweverything,coulddoanything,andwasknowntoallMoscow—thathewouldleavethatnightforthearmyatMozháysk,andthathissaddlehorsesshouldbesentthere.Thiscouldnotallbearrangedthatday,soonEvstáfey’srepresentationPierrehadtoputoffhisdeparturetillnextdaytoallowtimefortherelayhorsestobesentoninadvance.

           Onthetwenty-fourththeweatherclearedupafteraspellofrain,andafterdinnerPierreleftMoscow.WhenchanginghorsesthatnightinPerkhúshkovo,helearnedthattherehadbeenagreatbattlethatevening.(ThiswasthebattleofShevárdino.)HewastoldthatthereinPerkhúshkovotheearthtrembledfromthefiring,butnobodycouldanswerhisquestionsastowhohadwon.AtdawnnextdayPierrewasapproachingMozháysk.

           EveryhouseinMozháyskhadsoldiersquarteredinit,andatthehostelwherePierrewasmetbyhisgroomandcoachmantherewasnoroomtobehad.Itwasfullofofficers

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