Officer David will see you now.
Officer David gave her the same glare.
Officer Quint came from the scene of the accident.
Hey, we've got an injured officer here.
Officer Quint had gained four new friends.
That was assault of a peace officer in the performance of his duty.
"Officer, this has been just a horrible morning," she started.
She woke several times briefly; once to see Len and an older officer with white hair talking in the hallway outside her cubicle in the emergency room.
He waited until the officer stepped outside.
When he returned to the main room, Harrigan had left to talk to a class of grade-school children, a job at which he excelled, much to the pleasure of the others who shunned playing Officer Friendly.
She turned as an officer shoved a cell phone at her.
The officer stared at her then held up an ID card with the boy's picture.
Officer David waved a piece of paper in her face depicting Toby's ID.
"How do you spell your last name, officer?" she asked the leader of the pack.
He snatched the officer and snapped his neck silently.
She had received notice from Parkside's police officer McCarthy the prior day, Tuesday, late in the afternoon.
Later she received a telephone call from the Norfolk Police Department, but it only confirmed what Officer McCarthy had already told her.
He was of better education than most of his contemporaries, and had married a daughter of Colonel Seves the French non-commissioned officer who became Soliman Pasha under Mehemet Ali.
So he gave one portion to the king's officer who had taught him to ride.
The officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
In a short time they reached Corinth in safety, and the king sent an officer to bring the captain and his men to the palace.
On one occasion, while walking on the Common with her, I saw a police officer taking a man to the station-house.
I pity the poor husband, that little officer who gives himself the airs of a monarch.
The two young men, the student and the officer, friends from childhood, were of the same age and both handsome fellows, though not alike.
As Jackson moved away, I heard him say to another officer, "Put a guard on him until we find out what happened."
The fiend who did that is still out there; the one who killed those children and police officer and God knows who else!
When I crawled out of toilet a uniformed officer was waiting for me.
As we alighted, an officer I recognized from the command center strolled up to us.
Damian hung up and looked at his executive officer and sparring partner.
He could lie and tell them he was a police officer or sheriff and maybe squeeze some tidbit of information about recently released mom Patsy, but surely Fitzgerald would find out and tank his election ambitions, if those aspirations weren't already six feet under.
It wasn't a new sight—he'd spent far too many years as a police officer not to have seen it, uncounted but never forgotten times.
But the redheaded law officer was right.
Dean rose to his feet and went over to the officer, gently pushing her down to a sitting position.
Her attention was diverted momentarily to the officer who was watching her with concern.
Katie grabbed her purse and walked quickly down a pristine hall to a placard that read Officer David.
"Your record is full of bullshit," Officer David said acidly.
Officer David said in tones as sweet as they were bitter toward her.
"Officer David --" she began in earnest.
She paused near the end and turned back to see both Officer David and the woman watching her with disapproving looks and crossed arms.
Next to the officer was a stern looking man in a suit and tie, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
"Officer Livingston, I presume," Dean replied.
Corday never volunteered any information and when Dean asked him outright if Shipton was still alive, the officer ignored the question and changed the subject.
You were a police officer yourself.
Reluctantly, he agreed to waste his Sunday with Vinnie and learned from Sackler that a uniformed officer had delivered Vinnie's clothes earlier.
He was still searching and putting things back together when Officer Jack McCarty and his female partner Jenny Nachman arrived, with the doctor close on their heels.
Dean located Jonathan Winston and related what Fred had seen but it was clear the FBI officer doubted the identification and gave only a cursory nod and a promise to look into it.
Her birth itself was romantic. Her father was playing a country dance at the house of a fellow officer, the future husband of Sophie's sister, when he was told that his wife, who had not long left the room, had borne him a daughter.
He was the son of a general officer in the Sardinian army who was killed at the battle of Mondovi in 1796.
No person holding a lucrative office under the state or the United States, no salaried officer of a railroad company, and no officer of any court of record is eligible for membership in either house.
William's Son, (HENRY) BROCKHOLST LIVINGSTON (1757-1823), was an officer in the American War of Independence, and was an able lawyer and judge.
The real beginning of English equity is to be found in the custom of handing over to that officer, for adjudication, the complaints which were addressed to the king, praying for remedies beyond the reach of the common law.
Zaminddrs, or government renters, were arrested on mesne process; the sanctity of the zendna, or women's chamber, as dear to Hindus as to Mahommedans, was violated by the sheriff's officer; the deepest feelings of the people and the entire fabric of revenue administration were alike disregarded.
Each great personage had a major domus - the queen had hers, the king his; and since the royal house was called the palace, this officer took the name of "mayor of the palace."
394), a barbarian officer in the Roman army, at the end of the 4th century.
(3) An officer in the Roman cavalry, commanding a troop of ten men (decuria).
The elder was not an officer inferior and subordinate to the bishop. The elder was a bishop. The two titles are applied to the same persons.
At the same time a French officer, Lieut.
This was Dolokhov, an officer of the Semenov regiment, a notorious gambler and duelist, who was living with Anatole.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
"Ah yes, my dear," said the count, addressing the visitor and pointing to Nicholas, "his friend Boris has become an officer, and so for friendship's sake he is leaving the university and me, his old father, and entering the military service, my dear.
She caught the young officer by his cuffs, and a look of solemnity and fear appeared on her flushed face.
You see yours is already an officer in the Guards, while my Nicholas is going as a cadet.
But before Pierre--who at that moment imagined himself to be Napoleon in person and to have just effected the dangerous crossing of the Straits of Dover and captured London--could pronounce Pitt's sentence, he saw a well-built and handsome young officer entering his room.
Pierre was still afraid that this officer might inadvertently say something disconcerting to himself.
The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.
This was Lieutenant Berg, an officer in the Semenov regiment with whom Boris was to travel to join the army, and about whom Natasha had teased her elder sister Vera, speaking of Berg as her "intended."
When the eager but misrepeated words had reached their destination in a cry of: "The general to the third company," the missing officer appeared from behind his company and, though he was a middle-aged man and not in the habit of running, trotted awkwardly stumbling on his toes toward the general.
Having snapped at an officer for an unpolished badge, at another because his line was not straight, he reached the third company.
Beside him was his comrade Nesvitski, a tall staff officer, extremely stout, with a kindly, smiling, handsome face and moist eyes.
Nesvitski could hardly keep from laughter provoked by a swarthy hussar officer who walked beside him.
The officer evidently had complete control of his face, and while Kutuzov was turning managed to make a grimace and then assume a most serious, deferential, and innocent expression.
You told me to remind you of the officer Dolokhov, reduced to the ranks in this regiment.
Your son bids fair to become an officer distinguished by his industry, firmness, and expedition.
(an officer nicknamed "the rat") he said, rubbing his forehead and whole face with both hands.
I knew it, replied a piping voice, and Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
There were two Germans and a Russian officer in the room.
You tell the colonel in the presence of other officers that an officer has stolen...
Have the officer tried and disgrace the whole regiment?
Rostov, growing red and pale alternately, looked first at one officer and then at the other.
Among the field guns on the brow of the hill the general in command of the rearguard stood with a staff officer, scanning the country through his fieldglass.
"Thank you very much, Prince," answered one of the officers, pleased to be talking to a staff officer of such importance.
Meanwhile the staff officer standing in front pointed out something to the general, who looked through his field glass.
Sometimes through the monotonous waves of men, like a fleck of white foam on the waves of the Enns, an officer, in a cloak and with a type of face different from that of the men, squeezed his way along; sometimes like a chip of wood whirling in the river, an hussar on foot, an orderly, or a townsman was carried through the waves of infantry; and sometimes like a log floating down the river, an officers' or company's baggage wagon, piled high, leather covered, and hemmed in on all sides, moved across the bridge.
"Where are you going?" asked an infantry officer who was eating an apple, also half smiling as he looked at the handsome girl.
"Take it if you like," said the officer, giving the girl an apple.
See, here's an officer jammed in too-- different voices were saying in the crowd, as the men looked at one another, and all pressed toward the exit from the bridge.
After his dismissal from headquarters Zherkov had not remained in the regiment, saying he was not such a fool as to slave at the front when he could get more rewards by doing nothing on the staff, and had succeeded in attaching himself as an orderly officer to Prince Bagration.
Zherkov was followed by an officer of the suite who rode up to the colonel of hussars with the same order.
"You were saying, Mr. Staff Officer..." continued the colonel in an offended tone.
"Colonel," interrupted the officer of the suite, "You must be quick or the enemy will bring up his guns to use grapeshot."
The colonel looked silently at the officer of the suite, at the stout staff officer, and at Zherkov, and he frowned.
"He shouldn't have taken so many men," said the officer of the suite.
"There now!" said the officer of the suite, "that's grapeshot."
Oh! groaned Nesvitski as if in fierce pain, seizing the officer of the suite by the arm.
And Denisov rode up to a group that had stopped near Rostov, composed of the colonel, Nesvitski, Zherkov, and the officer from the suite.
The Russian officer in charge of the transport lolled back in the front cart, shouting and scolding a soldier with coarse abuse.
"That's for them all," he said to the officer who came up.
"I'll flatten you into a pancake!" shouted the angry officer to the soldier.
The officer glanced at him, and without replying turned again to the soldier.
"And who are you?" cried the officer, turning on him with tipsy rage, "who are you?
Prince Andrew saw that the officer was in that state of senseless, tipsy rage when a man does not know what he is saying.
Before the officer finished his sentence Prince Andrew, his face distorted with fury, rode up to him and raised his riding whip.
The officer flourished his arm and hastily rode away.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
The officer on duty was a handsome, elegantly dressed man with a diamond ring on his forefinger.
We can't stop those fellows, said the staff officer pointing to the soldiers.
"Now what does this mean, gentlemen?" said the staff officer, in the reproachful tone of a man who has repeated the same thing more than once.
Now you, Captain, and he turned to a thin, dirty little artillery officer who without his boots (he had given them to the canteen keeper to dry), in only his stockings, rose when they entered, smiling not altogether comfortably.
One would think that as an artillery officer you would set a good example, yet here you are without your boots!
(The staff officer smiled.)
Prince Andrew smiled involuntarily as he looked at the artillery officer Tushin, who silent and smiling, shifting from one stockinged foot to the other, glanced inquiringly with his large, intelligent, kindly eyes from Prince Andrew to the staff officer.
"Kindly return to your posts," said the staff officer trying to preserve his gravity.
The staff officer and Prince Andrew mounted their horses and rode on.
Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
"That's our battery," said the staff officer indicating the highest point.
The staff officer remained behind and Prince Andrew rode on alone.
A young officer with a bewildered and pained expression on his face stepped away from the man and looked round inquiringly at the adjutant as he rode by.
"Now then, go on, go on!" incited the officer, bending forward and trying not to lose a word of the speech which was incomprehensible to him.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
Before the guns an artillery sentry was pacing up and down; he stood at attention when the officer arrived, but at a sign resumed his measured, monotonous pacing.
And the owner of the manly voice, evidently an infantry officer, laughed.
Behind Prince Bagration rode an officer of the suite, the prince's personal adjutant, Zherkov, an orderly officer, the staff officer on duty, riding a fine bobtailed horse, and a civilian--an accountant who had asked permission to be present at the battle out of curiosity.
Zherkov and the staff officer bent over their saddles and turned their horses away.
The officer of the suite ventured to remark to the prince that if these battalions went away, the guns would remain without support.
Prince Bagration turned to the officer and with his dull eyes looked at him in silence.
In front of them rows of gray cloaks were already visible through the smoke, and an officer catching sight of Bagration rushed shouting after the crowd of retreating soldiers, ordering them back.
"Please, your excellency, for God's sake!" he kept saying, glancing for support at an officer of the suite who turned away from him.
The staff officer joined in the colonel's appeals, but Bagration did not reply; he only gave an order to cease firing and re-form, so as to give room for the two approaching battalions.
(He distinctly saw an old French officer who, with gaitered legs and turned-out toes, climbed the hill with difficulty.)
Several of our men fell, among them the round-faced officer who had marched so gaily and complacently.
Dolokhov, running beside Timokhin, killed a Frenchman at close quarters and was the first to seize the surrendering French officer by his collar.
I have taken an officer prisoner.
The soldiers, for the most part handsome fellows and, as is always the case in an artillery company, a head and shoulders taller and twice as broad as their officer--all looked at their commander like children in an embarrassing situation, and the expression on his face was invariably reflected on theirs.
It was the staff officer who had turned him out of the booth at Grunth.
But the staff officer did not finish what he wanted to say.
"A staff officer was here a minute ago, but skipped off," said an artilleryman to Prince Andrew.
"It was the officer, your honor, stained it," answered the artilleryman, wiping away the blood with his coat sleeve, as if apologizing for the state of his gun.
With the soldier, an infantry officer with a bandaged cheek came up to the bonfire, and addressing Tushin asked him to have the guns moved a trifle to let a wagon go past.
"I think I sent you?" he added, turning to the staff officer on duty.
"One was damaged," answered the staff officer, "and the other I can't understand.
He was afraid of getting some other officer into trouble, and silently fixed his eyes on Bagration as a schoolboy who has blundered looks at an examiner.
Now that he was already an officer and a wounded hero, would it be right to remind him of herself and, as it might seem, of the obligations to her he had taken on himself?
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
For more than a week preparations were being made, rough drafts of letters to Nicholas from all the household were written and copied out, while under the supervision of the countess and the solicitude of the count, money and all things necessary for the uniform and equipment of the newly commissioned officer were collected.
On receiving Boris' letter he rode with a fellow officer to Olmutz, dined there, drank a bottle of wine, and then set off alone to the Guards' camp to find his old playmate.
Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.
This officer was Savary.
There are many stories of his getting to know an officer in just such a chance way and attaching him to himself!
Officer!" said Bagration to Rostov, "are the enemy's skirmishers still there?"
As soon as an Austrian officer showed himself near a commanding officer's quarters, the regiment began to move: the soldiers ran from the fires, thrust their pipes into their boots, their bags into the carts, got their muskets ready, and formed rank.
They don't themselves know what they are doing! said the officer and rode off.
An Austrian officer in a white uniform with green plumes in his hat galloped up to Kutuzov and asked in the Emperor's name had the fourth column advanced into action.
Rostov could already see their faces and heard the command: "Charge!" shouted by an officer who was urging his thoroughbred to full speed.
But neither they nor a single commanding officer were there, only disorganized crowds of troops of various kinds.
Rostov let go of the horse and was about to ride on, when a wounded officer passing by addressed him:
"Not killed--wounded!" another officer corrected him.
Go that way, to that village, all the commanders are there, said the officer, pointing to the village of Hosjeradek, and he walked on.
One officer told Rostov that he had seen someone from headquarters behind the village to the left, and thither Rostov rode, not hoping to find anyone but merely to ease his conscience.
Dolokhov--now an officer--wounded in the arm, and on foot, with the regimental commander on horseback and some ten men of his company, represented all that was left of that whole regiment.
The first words he heard on coming to his senses were those of a French convoy officer, who said rapidly: "We must halt here: the Emperor will pass here immediately; it will please him to see these gentlemen prisoners."
They say this one is the commander of all the Emperor Alexander's Guards, said the first one, indicating a Russian officer in the white uniform of the Horse Guards.
Beside him stood a lad of nineteen, also a wounded officer of the Horse Guards.
A minority of those present were casual guests--chiefly young men, among whom were Denisov, Rostov, and Dolokhov--who was now again an officer in the Semenov regiment.
It is good for me, bad for another traveler, and for himself it's unavoidable, because he needs money for food; the man said an officer had once given him a thrashing for letting a private traveler have the courier horses.
But the officer thrashed him because he had to get on as quickly as possible.
Rostov took the joke as an insult, flared up, and said such unpleasant things to the officer that it was all Denisov could do to prevent a duel.
"Very well, then!" shouted the little officer, undaunted and not riding away.
"Very well, very well!" muttered the officer, threateningly, and turning his horse he trotted away, jolting in his saddle.
As soon as he noticed a French officer, who thrust his head out of the door, that warlike feeling of hostility which he always experienced at the sight of the enemy suddenly seized him.
As if you could come at a wrong time! said Boris, and he led him into the room where the supper table was laid and introduced him to his guests, explaining that he was not a civilian, but an hussar officer, and an old friend of his.
And even if they did arrest me for being here, what would it matter? thought he, looking at an officer who was entering the house the Emperor occupied.
This way, to the officer on duty" (he was shown the door leading downstairs), "only it won't be accepted."
"Have you heard the password?" asked one Guards' officer of another.
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
After this Prince Andrew was conducted to the door and the officer on duty said in a whisper, "To the right, at the window."
Though some skeptics smiled when told of Berg's merits, it could not be denied that he was a painstaking and brave officer, on excellent terms with his superiors, and a moral young man with a brilliant career before him and an assured position in society.
He comes in, just in the shape of a man, like an officer--comes in and sits down to table with her.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
A French noncommissioned officer of hussars, in crimson uniform and a shaggy cap, shouted to the approaching Balashev to halt.
The noncommissioned officer began talking with his comrades about regimental matters without looking at the Russian general.
Balashev looked around him, awaiting the arrival of an officer from the village.
The officer, the soldiers, and their horses all looked smart and well kept.
And the officer gave them details of the Saltanov battle, which he had heard at the staff.
"Oh, no, Mary Hendrikhovna," replied the officer, "one must look after the doctor.
That Frenchman, by his uniform an officer, was going at a gallop, crouching on his gray horse and urging it on with his saber.
The officer fell, not so much from the blow--which had but slightly cut his arm above the elbow--as from the shock to his horse and from fright.
The French dragoon officer was hopping with one foot on the ground, the other being caught in the stirrup.
Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!"
Something vague and confused, which he could not at all account for, had come over him with the capture of that officer and the blow he had dealt him.
Yes, oh yes, that French officer with the dimple.
After the affair at Ostrovna he was brought into notice, received command of an hussar battalion, and when a brave officer was needed he was chosen.
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
Barclay donned his sash and came out to meet and report to his senior officer Bagration.
But the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
Noticing him, an officer said: The town is being abandoned.
I took down the name and rank of their commanding officer, to hand in a complaint about it.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
I'll go to the police officer, and you tell them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got ready.
"May I make bold to trouble your honor?" said he respectfully, but with a shade of contempt for the youthfulness of this officer and with a hand thrust into his bosom.
Any police officer would have done as much!
"I give my word of honor as a Wussian officer," said Denisov, "that I can bweak Napoleon's line of communication!"
No, no," she said to the militia officer, "you won't catch me.
"If he manages the business properly he will be able to pay off all his debts," said the militia officer, speaking of Rostov.
"I must ask someone who knows," he thought, and addressed an officer who was looking with curiosity at his huge unmilitary figure.
"Burdino, isn't it?" said the officer, turning to his companion.
The officer, evidently glad of an opportunity for a talk, moved up to Pierre.
The officer pointed with his hand to the smoke visible on the left beyond the river, and the same stern and serious expression that Pierre had noticed on many of the faces he had met came into his face.
The left flank... here the officer paused.
An elderly sergeant who had approached the officer while he was giving these explanations had waited in silence for him to finish speaking, but at this point, evidently not liking the officer's remark, interrupted him.
The officer appeared abashed, as though he understood that one might think of how many men would be missing tomorrow but ought not to speak of it.
"Well, send number three company again," the officer replied hurriedly.
"Oh, those damned fellows!" muttered the officer who followed him, holding his nose as he ran past the men at work.
From Gorki, Bennigsen descended the highroad to the bridge which, when they had looked at it from the hill, the officer had pointed out as being the center of our position and where rows of fragrant new-mown hay lay by the riverside.
Having sat still for a while he touched--himself not knowing why--the thick spot of paint representing the highest light in the portrait, rose, and recalled de Beausset and the officer on duty.
A young round-faced officer, quite a boy still and evidently only just out of the Cadet College, who was zealously commanding the two guns entrusted to him, addressed Pierre sternly.
"To your places!" cried the young officer to the men gathered round Pierre.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.
The senior officer moved with big, rapid strides from one gun to another with a frowning face.
The young officer, with his face still more flushed, commanded the men more scrupulously than ever.
The young officer, his hand to his shako, ran up to his superior.
Suddenly something happened: the young officer gave a gasp and bending double sat down on the ground like a bird shot on the wing.
The sergeant ran up to the officer and in a frightened whisper informed him (as a butler at dinner informs his master that there is no more of some wine asked for) that there were no more charges.
What are they doing? shouted the officer, turning to Pierre.
The officer, without answering him, strode across to the opposite side.
Pierre ran after him, avoiding the spot where the young officer was sitting.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
The officer, dropping his sword, seized Pierre by his collar.
The young officer still sat in the same way, bent double, in a pool of blood at the edge of the earth wall.
Ah... those peasants! shouted an officer, seizing by their shoulders and checking the peasants, who were walking unevenly and jolting the stretcher.
Two steps from him, leaning against a branch and talking loudly and attracting general attention, stood a tall, handsome, black-haired noncommissioned officer with a bandaged head.
By rights I am a militia officer, but my men are not here.
The groom, the coachman, and the innkeeper told Pierre that an officer had come with news that the French were already near Mozhaysk and that our men were leaving it.
When he awoke next morning the major-domo came to inform him that a special messenger, a police officer, had come from Count Rostopchin to know whether Count Bezukhov had left or was leaving the town.
The former housekeeper, old Mavra Kuzminichna, had stepped out of the crowd by the gate, gone up to a cart with a hood constructed of bast mats, and was speaking to a pale young officer who lay inside.
"I don't know if it would be allowed," replied the officer in a weak voice.
"Here is our commanding officer... ask him," and he pointed to a stout major who was walking back along the street past the row of carts.
Natasha glanced with frightened eyes at the face of the wounded officer and at once went to meet the major.
The cart in which the officer lay was turned into the Rostovs' yard, and dozens of carts with wounded men began at the invitation of the townsfolk to turn into the yards and to draw up at the entrances of the houses in Povarskaya Street.
The major-domo stood at the porch talking to an elderly orderly and to a pale young officer with a bandaged arm.
"Well, Vasilich, is everything ready?" asked the count, and stroking his bald head he looked good-naturedly at the officer and the orderly and nodded to them.
The officer came nearer and suddenly his face flushed crimson.
Before the officer had finished speaking the orderly made the same request on behalf of his master.
Countess dear... an officer came to me to ask for a few carts for the wounded.
A third officer galloped up to them.
The officer in the scarf dismounted, called up a drummer, and went with him into the arcade.
A shopkeeper with red pimples on his cheeks near the nose, and a calm, persistent, calculating expression on his plump face, hurriedly and ostentatiously approached the officer, swinging his arms.
The officer stood perplexed and his face showed indecision.
From one open shop came the sound of blows and vituperation, and just as the officer came up to it a man in a gray coat with a shaven head was flung out violently.
The officer pounced on the soldiers who were in the shops, but at that moment fearful screams reached them from the huge crowd on the Moskva bridge and the officer ran out into the square.
The officer mounted his horse and rode after him.
"An officer, I have to see him," came the reply in a pleasant, well-bred Russian voice.
Mavra Kuzminichna opened the gate and an officer of eighteen, with the round face of a Rostov, entered the yard.
The young officer standing in the gateway, as if hesitating whether to enter or not, clicked his tongue.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
While still a few steps from the officer she unfolded the kerchief and took out of it a white twenty- five-ruble assignat and hastily handed it to him.
The officer did not decline, but took the note quietly and thanked her.
Swaying his head and smiling as if amused at himself, the officer ran almost at a trot through the deserted streets toward the Yauza bridge to overtake his regiment.
A few minutes later an officer came hurriedly out of the front door, gave an order, and the dragoons formed up in line.
"Draw sabers!" cried the dragoon officer, drawing his own.
"Saber him!" the dragoon officer almost whispered.
A painstaking police officer, considering the presence of a corpse in his excellency's courtyard unseemly, told the dragoons to take it away.
A general who was standing by the guns shouted some words of command to the officer, and the latter ran back again with his men.
The guns were advanced, the artillerymen blew the ash off their linstocks, and an officer gave the word "Fire!"
"Fire!" repeated the officer once more, and the reports of a musket and of two cannon shots were heard simultaneously.
"Clear that away!" said the officer, pointing to the beams and the corpses, and the French soldiers, after dispatching the wounded, threw the corpses over the parapet.
Ten minutes after each regiment had entered a Moscow district, not a soldier or officer was left.
One was an officer--a tall, soldierly, handsome man--the other evidently a private or an orderly, sunburned, short, and thin, with sunken cheeks and a dull expression.
The officer walked in front, leaning on a stick and slightly limping.
Having done that, the officer, lifting his elbow with a smart gesture, stroked his mustache and lightly touched his hat.
"Vous etes le bourgeois?" * the officer asked Gerasim.
Gerasim gazed at the officer with an alarmed and inquiring look.
Again the officer turned to Gerasim and asked him to show him the rooms in the house.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerasim's nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved, limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing.
Hearing the yell the officer turned round, and at the same moment Pierre threw himself on the drunkard.
The officer went up to Makar Alexeevich and took him by the collar.
Pierre continued, in French, to persuade the officer not to hold that drunken imbecile to account.
Tell that to others, said the officer, waving his finger before his nose and smiling.
In reply to his last question Pierre again explained who Makar Alexeevich was and how just before their arrival that drunken imbecile had seized the loaded pistol which they had not had time to recover from him, and begged the officer to let the deed go unpunished.
The soldiers in the yard, hearing the shot, came into the passage asking what had happened, and expressed their readiness to punish the culprits, but the officer sternly checked them.
When the French officer went into the room with Pierre the latter again thought it his duty to assure him that he was not French and wished to go away, but the officer would not hear of it.
"A Frenchman or a Russian prince incognito," said the officer, looking at Pierre's fine though dirty linen and at the ring on his finger.
You are an officer... a superior officer perhaps.
The German who knew little French, answered the two first questions by giving the names of his regiment and of his commanding officer, but in reply to the third question which he did not understand said, introducing broken French into his own German, that he was the quartermaster of the regiment and his commander had ordered him to occupy all the houses one after another.
His face probably looked very terrible, for the officer said something in a whisper and four more uhlans left the ranks and placed themselves on both sides of Pierre.
"Do you speak French?" the officer asked again, keeping at a distance from Pierre.
"Ah, ah!" muttered the officer with a frown.
What for a long while specially surprised and delighted him were the women, young and healthy, without a dozen officers making up to each of them; women, too, who were pleased and flattered that a passing officer should joke with them.
There were a great many ladies and some of Nicholas' Moscow acquaintances, but there were no men who could at all vie with the cavalier of St. George, the hussar remount officer, the good-natured and well-bred Count Rostov.
Among the men was an Italian prisoner, an officer of the French army; and Nicholas felt that the presence of that prisoner enhanced his own importance as a Russian hero.
On the eighth of September an officer--a very important one judging by the respect the guards showed him--entered the coach house where the prisoners were.
This officer, probably someone on the staff, was holding a paper in his hand, and called over all the Russians there, naming Pierre as "the man who does not give his name."
Glancing indolently and indifferently at all the prisoners, he ordered the officer in charge to have them decently dressed and tidied up before taking them to the marshal.
He felt it in the merry sounds of regimental music he heard from the left side of the field, and felt and realized it especially from the list of prisoners the French officer had read out when he came that morning.
I am a militia officer and have not quitted Moscow.
"In couples," replied the officer in command in a calm voice.
An old, noncommissioned officer ran out of the ranks and taking him by the elbow dragged him to his company.
A young officer of the Horse Guards, Kutuzov's orderly, pleased at the importance of the mission entrusted to him, went to Ermolov's quarters.
The officer of the Horse Guards went to a general with whom Ermolov was often to be found.
The officer, mounting his horse, rode off to someone else.
What a nuisance it is! thought the officer, and he rode round the whole camp.
The officer searched till six o'clock in the evening without even stopping to eat.
The officer snatched a little food at a comrade's, and rode again to the vanguard to find Miloradovich.
"Why, there, over at Echkino," said a Cossack officer, pointing to a country house in the far distance.
The officer rode out beyond our lines to Echkino.
The officer was admitted and immediately saw all the chief generals of the army together, and among them Ermolov's big imposing figure.
Ermolov came forward with a frown on his face and, hearing what the officer had to say, took the papers from him without a word.
"You think he went off just by chance?" said a comrade, who was on the staff that evening, to the officer of the Horse Guards, referring to Ermolov.
The officer reported that no order to advance had been received.
When I was a chit of an officer no one would have dared to mock me so... and now!
The battle of Tarutino obviously did not attain the aim Toll had in view--to lead the troops into action in the order prescribed by the dispositions; nor that which Count Orlov-Denisov may have had in view-- to take Murat prisoner; nor the result of immediately destroying the whole corps, which Bennigsen and others may have had in view; nor the aim of the officer who wished to go into action to distinguish himself; nor that of the Cossack who wanted more booty than he got, and so on.
"What now?" the officer asked with a cold look as if not recognizing Pierre.
The officer prisoners were separated from the soldiers and told to march in front.
Another, a thin little officer, was speaking to everyone, conjecturing where they were now being taken and how far they would get that day.
A third officer, who by his accent was a Pole, disputed with the commissariat officer, arguing that he was mistaken in his identification of the different wards of Moscow.
To get a better view, several officer prisoners climbed onto the wall of the half-burned house against which Pierre was leaning.
It was not till nearly evening that the officer commanding the escort collected his men and with shouts and quarrels forced his way in among the baggage trains, and the prisoners, hemmed in on all sides, emerged onto the Kaluga road.
To the noncommissioned officer's excuse that the prisoner was ill and could not walk, the officer replied that the order was to shoot those who lagged behind.
For this purpose a capable officer, Bolkhovitinov, was chosen, who was to explain the whole affair by word of mouth, besides delivering a written report.
There are two, an officer and a Cossack.
In front, at a weary gallop and using his leather whip, rode an officer, disheveled and drenched, whose trousers had worked up to above his knees.
"There, they kept telling us: 'It's dangerous, it's dangerous,'" said the officer, addressing the esaul while Denisov was reading the dispatch.
The officer was Petya Rostov.
And turning to his men he directed a party to go on to the halting place arranged near the watchman's hut in the forest, and told the officer on the Kirghiz horse (who performed the duties of an adjutant) to go and find out where Dolokhov was and whether he would come that evening.
Oh, you want a knife? he said, turning to an officer who wished to cut himself a piece of mutton.
The officer admired it.
But Dolokhov, who in Moscow had worn a Persian costume, had now the appearance of a most correct officer of the Guards.
* When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password....
There was a stir among the officers in the shadow beyond the fire, and one tall, long-necked officer, walking round the fire, came up to Dolokhov.
He handed the horses over to the soldier who was stirring the pot and squatted down on his heels by the fire beside the officer with the long neck.
That officer did not take his eyes from Dolokhov and again asked to what regiment he belonged.
Dolokhov, as if he had not heard the question, did not reply, but lighting a short French pipe which he took from his pocket began asking the officer in how far the road before them was safe from Cossacks.
"Those brigands are everywhere," replied an officer from behind the fire.
No one replied a word to Dolokhov's laughter, and a French officer whom they could not see (he lay wrapped in a greatcoat) rose and whispered something to a companion.
After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.
The exhausted French officer was Ramballe and the man with his head wrapped in the shawl was Morel, his orderly.
Morel, pointing to his shoulders, tried to impress on the soldiers the fact that Ramballe was an officer and ought to be warmed.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
At the same time that he refused the colonel's demand he made up his mind that he must have recourse to artifice when leaving Orel, to induce the Italian officer to accept some money of which he was evidently in need.
What a fine, good-looking officer and how kind.
An officer still less often acts directly himself, but commands still more frequently.
He didn't like a police officer there – or her leaving with him, but what could he say?
"Lieutenant," the uniformed officer said to him, "This guy has information on the victim."
"General, you are in danger here," said an officer who was riding with him.
"That is Bezukhova's brother, Anatole Kuragin," she said, indicating a handsome officer of the Horse Guards who passed by them with head erect, looking at something over the heads of the ladies.
Officer Lathum met him half way to the car and lifted a bushy gray brow.