He remained in Moscow till October, letting the troops plunder the city; then, hesitating whether to leave a garrison behind him, he quitted Moscow, approached Kutuzov without joining battle, turned to the right and reached Malo-Yaroslavets, again without attempting to break through and take the road Kutuzov took, but retiring instead to Mozhaysk along the devastated Smolensk road.
It was a ridiculous thought and she was letting her imagination run wild.
She snuggled close, letting his body draw warmth from hers.
Why was she letting it bother her anyway?
He's letting me buy your gown for tomorrow, so you might as well be nice to him.