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"
Routed
up
the
earth
like
a
pig
,
"
said
another
.
"
That
's
grand
,
it
bucks
one
up
!
"
laughed
the
first
.
"
Lucky
you
jumped
aside
,
or
it
would
have
wiped
you
out
!
"
Others
joined
those
men
and
stopped
and
told
how
cannon
balls
had
fallen
on
a
house
close
to
them
.
Meanwhile
still
more
projectiles
,
now
with
the
swift
sinister
whistle
of
a
cannon
ball
,
now
with
the
agreeable
intermittent
whistle
of
a
shell
,
flew
over
people
's
heads
incessantly
,
but
not
one
fell
close
by
,
they
all
flew
over
.
Alpátych
was
getting
into
his
trap
.
The
innkeeper
stood
at
the
gate
.
"
What
are
you
staring
at
?
"
he
shouted
to
the
cook
,
who
in
her
red
skirt
,
with
sleeves
rolled
up
,
swinging
her
bare
elbows
,
had
stepped
to
the
corner
to
listen
to
what
was
being
said
.
"
What
marvels
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
but
hearing
her
master
's
voice
she
turned
back
,
pulling
down
her
tucked-up
skirt
.
Once
more
something
whistled
,
but
this
time
quite
close
,
swooping
downwards
like
a
little
bird
;
a
flame
flashed
in
the
middle
of
the
street
,
something
exploded
,
and
the
street
was
shrouded
in
smoke
.
"
Scoundrel
,
what
are
you
doing
?
"
shouted
the
innkeeper
,
rushing
to
the
cook
.
At
that
moment
the
pitiful
wailing
of
women
was
heard
from
different
sides
,
the
frightened
baby
began
to
cry
,
and
people
crowded
silently
with
pale
faces
round
the
cook
.
The
loudest
sound
in
that
crowd
was
her
wailing
.
"
Oh-h-h
!
Dear
souls
,
dear
kind
souls
!
Do
n't
let
me
die
!
My
good
souls
!
...
"
