It was a ridiculous thought and she was letting her imagination run wild.
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.
They're letting in about five souls a minute.
Why was she letting it bother her anyway?
The horse snorted and sidestepped, letting her fall to the ground.