Ahandsome, slim, andpale-facedgypsygirlwithglitteringblackeyesandcurlyblue-blackhair, wearingaredshawl, ranoutwithasablemantleonherarm.
"Here, Idon'tgrudgeit—takeit!" shesaid, evidentlyafraidofhermasterandyetregretfulofhercloak.
Dolokhov, withoutanswering, tookthecloak, threwitoverMatrena, andwrappedherupinit.
"That'stheway," saidDolokhov, "andthenso!" andheturnedthecollaruproundherhead, leavingonlyalittleofthefaceuncovered."Andthenso, doyousee?" andhepushedAnatole'sheadforwardtomeetthegapleftbythecollar, throughwhichMatrena'sbrilliantsmilewasseen.
"Well, good-by, Matrena," saidAnatole, kissingher."Ah, , good-by! Good-bye, Matrena, wishmeluck!"
"Well, Prince, mayGodgiveyougreatluck!" saidMatrenainhergypsyaccent.
, Khvostikov, andavaletseatedthemselvesintheothersleigh.
"Well, areyouready?" askedBalaga.
"Go!" hecried, twistingthereinsroundhishands, andthetroykatoredowntheNikitskiBoulevard.
"Tproo! Getoutoftheway! Hi!...Tproo!..." ; somethingcracked, shoutswereheard, andthetroykaflewalongtheArbatStreet.
AftertakingaturnalongthePodnovinskiBoulevard, Balagabegantoreinin, andturningbackdrewupatthecrossingoftheoldKonyushenyStreet.
, andamaidservantranout.
"Comeintothecourtyardoryou'llbeseen; she'llcomeoutdirectly," saidshe.
, turnedthecorner, andranupintotheporch.
HewasmetbyGabriel, MaryaDmitrievna'sgiganticfootman.
"Cometothemistress, please," saidthefootmaninhisdeepbass, interceptinganyretreat.
"TowhatMistress? Whoareyou?" askedAnatoleinabreathlesswhisper.
"Kindlystepin, myordersaretobringyouin."
"Kuragin! Comeback!" shoutedDolokhov."Betrayed! Back!"
Dolokhov, afterAnatoleentered, , andwhenAnatoleranbackseizedhimbythearm, pulledhimthroughthewicket, andranbackwithhimtothetroyka.
