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Pierre
's
face
,
already
pale
,
became
distorted
by
fury
.
He
seized
Anatole
by
the
collar
of
his
uniform
with
his
big
hand
and
shook
him
from
side
to
side
till
Anatole
's
face
showed
a
sufficient
degree
of
terror
.
"
When
I
tell
you
that
I
must
talk
to
you
!
...
"
repeated
Pierre
.
"
Come
now
,
this
is
stupid
.
What
?
"
said
Anatole
,
fingering
a
button
of
his
collar
that
had
been
wrenched
loose
with
a
bit
of
the
cloth
.
"
You
're
a
scoundrel
and
a
blackguard
,
and
I
do
n't
know
what
deprives
me
from
the
pleasure
of
smashing
your
head
with
this
!
"
said
Pierre
,
expressing
himself
so
artificially
because
he
was
talking
French
.
He
took
a
heavy
paperweight
and
lifted
it
threateningly
,
but
at
once
put
it
back
in
its
place
.
"
Did
you
promise
to
marry
her
?
"
"
I.
.
.
I
did
n't
think
of
it
.
I
never
promised
,
because
...
"
Pierre
interrupted
him
.
"
Have
you
any
letters
of
hers
?
Any
letters
?
"
he
said
,
moving
toward
Anatole
.
