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Chapter 8

           

           “Andwhat’syourname?”

           “PeterKirílych.”

           “Wellthen,PeterKirílych,comealongwithus,we’lltakeyouthere.”

           InthetotaldarknessthesoldierswalkedwithPierretoMozháysk.

           BythetimetheygotnearMozháyskandbeganascendingthesteephillintothetown,thecockswerealreadycrowing.Pierrewentonwiththesoldiers,quiteforgettingthathisinnwasatthebottomofthehillandthathehadalreadypassedit.Hewouldnotsoonhaverememberedthis,suchwashisstateofforgetfulness,hadhenothalfwayupthehillstumbleduponhisgroom,whohadbeentolookforhiminthetownandwasreturningtotheinn.ThegroomrecognizedPierreinthedarknessbyhiswhitehat.

           “Yourexcellency!”hesaid.“Why,wewerebeginningtodespair!Howisityouareonfoot?Andwhereareyougoing,please?”

           “Oh,yes!”saidPierre.

           Thesoldiersstopped.

           “Soyou’vefoundyourfolk?”saidoneofthem.“Well,good-by,PeterKirílych—isn’tit?”

           “Good-by,PeterKirílych!”Pierreheardtheothervoicesrepeat.

           “Good-by!”hesaidandturnedwithhisgroomtowardtheinn.

           “Ioughttogivethemsomething!”hethought,andfeltinhispocket.“No,betternot!”saidanother,innervoice.

           Therewasnotaroomtobehadattheinn,theywerealloccupied.Pierrewentoutintotheyardand,coveringhimselfupheadandall,laydowninhiscarriage.

           

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