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Chapter 16

           (ThiswasShcherbínin,Konovnítsyn’sadjutant.)“I’vefoundit,I’vefoundit!”headded.

           TheorderlywasstrikingalightandShcherbíninwasfumblingforsomethingonthecandlestick.

           “Oh,thenastybeasts!”saidhewithdisgust.

           BythelightofthesparksBolkhovítinovsawShcherbínin’syouthfulfaceasheheldthecandle,andthefaceofanothermanwhowasstillasleep.ThiswasKonovnítsyn.

           Whentheflameofthesulphursplinterskindledbythetinderburnedup,firstblueandthenred,Shcherbíninlitthetallowcandle,fromthecandlestickofwhichthecockroachesthathadbeengnawingitwererunningaway,andlookedatthemessenger.Bolkhovítinovwasbespatteredalloverwithmudandhadsmearedhisfacebywipingitwithhissleeve.

           “Whogavethereport?”inquiredShcherbínin,takingtheenvelope.

           “Thenewsisreliable,”saidBolkhovítinov.“Prisoners,Cossacks,andthescoutsallsaythesamething.”

           “There’snothingtobedone,we’llhavetowakehim,”saidShcherbínin,risingandgoinguptothemaninthenightcapwholaycoveredbyagreatcoat.“PeterPetróvich!”saidhe.(Konovnítsyndidnotstir.)“TotheGeneralStaff!”hesaidwithasmile,knowingthatthosewordswouldbesuretoarousehim.

           Andinfacttheheadinthenightcapwasliftedatonce.OnKonovnítsyn’shandsome,resolutefacewithcheeksflushedbyfever,therestillremainedforaninstantafarawaydreamyexpressionremotefrompresentaffairs,butthenhesuddenlystartedandhisfaceassumeditshabitualcalmandfirmappearance.

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