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Dolgorúkov
was
still
insisting
that
the
French
had
retreated
and
had
only
lit
fires
to
deceive
us
.
"
What
does
that
prove
?
"
he
was
saying
as
Rostóv
rode
up
.
"
They
might
retreat
and
leave
the
pickets
.
"
"
It
's
plain
that
they
have
not
all
gone
yet
,
Prince
,
"
said
Bagratión
.
"
Wait
till
tomorrow
morning
,
we
'll
find
out
everything
tomorrow
.
"
"
The
picket
is
still
on
the
hill
,
your
excellency
,
just
where
it
was
in
the
evening
,
"
reported
Rostóv
,
stooping
forward
with
his
hand
at
the
salute
and
unable
to
repress
the
smile
of
delight
induced
by
his
ride
and
especially
by
the
sound
of
the
bullets
.
"
Very
good
,
very
good
,
"
said
Bagratión
.
"
Thank
you
,
officer
.
"
"
Your
excellency
,
"
said
Rostóv
,
"
may
I
ask
a
favor
?
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Tomorrow
our
squadron
is
to
be
in
reserve
.
May
I
ask
to
be
attached
to
the
first
squadron
?
"
"
What
's
your
name
?
"
"
Count
Rostóv
.
"
