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"
How
can
you
show
me
that
you
are
telling
the
truth
?
"
said
Davout
coldly
.
Pierre
remembered
Ramballe
,
and
named
him
and
his
regiment
and
the
street
where
the
house
was
.
"
You
are
not
what
you
say
,
"
returned
Davout
.
In
a
trembling
,
faltering
voice
Pierre
began
adducing
proofs
of
the
truth
of
his
statements
.
But
at
that
moment
an
adjutant
entered
and
reported
something
to
Davout
.
Davout
brightened
up
at
the
news
the
adjutant
brought
,
and
began
buttoning
up
his
uniform
.
It
seemed
that
he
had
quite
forgotten
Pierre
.
When
the
adjutant
reminded
him
of
the
prisoner
,
he
jerked
his
head
in
Pierre
's
direction
with
a
frown
and
ordered
him
to
be
led
away
.
But
where
they
were
to
take
him
Pierre
did
not
know
:
back
to
the
coach
house
or
to
the
place
of
execution
his
companions
had
pointed
out
to
him
as
they
crossed
the
Virgin
's
Field
.
He
turned
his
head
and
saw
that
the
adjutant
was
putting
another
question
to
Davout
.
"
Yes
,
of
course
!
"
replied
Davout
,
but
what
this
"
yes
"
meant
,
Pierre
did
not
know
.
Pierre
could
not
afterwards
remember
how
he
went
,
whether
it
was
far
,
or
in
which
direction
.
His
faculties
were
quite
numbed
,
he
was
stupefied
,
and
noticing
nothing
around
him
went
on
moving
his
legs
as
the
others
did
till
they
all
stopped
and
he
stopped
too
.
The
only
thought
in
his
mind
at
that
time
was
:
who
was
it
that
had
really
sentenced
him
to
death
?
Not
the
men
on
the
commission
that
had
first
examined
him
--
not
one
of
them
wished
to
or
,
evidently
,
could
have
done
it
.
It
was
not
Davout
,
who
had
looked
at
him
in
so
human
a
way
