1
He gratified the young dragoon with the slightest bow and the longest stare.
2
That of the young dragoon was short and simple, but sad.
3
Through the hurly-burly he can distinctly hear the voice of the young dragoon Henry, shouting:
4
The young dragoon stood beside her, his hand on the back of the chair on which she sat.
5
Petroff's unwonted energy of action and earnestness of look and tone produced their effect on the young dragoon.
6
This fiery young dragoon's plume, helmet, and cloak were dripping, and he impatiently dashed the water from feathers and folds.
7
The scout said no more for a time, but the tone of his voice had opened the heart of the young dragoon.
8
The young Dragoon said nothing, but he listened attentively.
9
The young Dragoon inclined his head.