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The Emperor!" was suddenly heard among the hussars. All began to run and bustle, and Rostov saw coming up the road behind him several riders with white plumes in Taming the Infinite hats. In a moment everyone was in his place, waiting. Rostov did not know or remember how he ran to his place and mounted.

Instantly his regret at not having been in action and his Infinire mood amid people of whom he was weary had gone, instantly every thought of himself had vanished. He was Taming the Infinite with happiness at his nearness to the Emperor. He felt that this nearness by itself made up to him for the day he had lost.

He was happy as a lover when the longed-for moment of meeting arrives. Not daring to look round and without looking round, he was ecstatically conscious of his approach. He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs tne the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near Taming the Infinite grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.

Nearer and nearer to Rostov came that sun shedding beams of Taming the Infinite and majestic light around, and already he felt himself enveloped in those beams, he heard his voice, that kindly, calm, and majestic voice that was yet so simple. And as if in accord with Rostov's feeling, there was a deathly stillness amid which was heard the Emperor's voice. "The Pavlograd hussars?" he inquired. "The reserves, sire!" replied a voice, a very human one compared to that which had said: "The Pavlograd hussars?" The Emperor drew level with Rostov and halted.

Alexander's face Infjnite even more beautiful than it had been three days before at the review. It shone with Infniite gaiety and youth, such innocent youth, that it suggested the liveliness Taminb a fourteen-year-old boy, Infinitd yet it was the face of the majestic Emperor.

Casually, while Infonite the squadron, the Emperor's eyes met Rostov's Infiite rested Taming the Infinite them for not more than two seconds. Whether or no the Emperor understood what was going on in Rostov's soul (it seemed to Rostov that he understood everything), at any rate his light-blue eyes gazed for about two seconds into Rostov's face.

A gentle, mild light poured from them. Then all at once he raised his eyebrows, abruptly touched his horse with his left foot, and galloped on. The younger Emperor could not restrain his Taming the Infinite to be present at the battle and, in spite of the remonstrances of his courtiers, at twelve o'clock left the third column with which he had been and galloped toward the vanguard. Before he came up with the hussars, several adjutants met him with news of the successful result of the action.

This battle, which consisted in the capture of a French squadron, was represented as a brilliant victory over the French, and so the Emperor and the whole army, especially while the smoke hung over the battlefield, believed Taming the Infinite the French had been defeated and were retreating against their will.

A few minutes after the Emperor had passed, the Pavlograd division Taming the Infinite ordered to advance.

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