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Rostopchín
felt
this
,
and
it
was
this
which
exasperated
him
.
The
superintendent
of
police
,
whom
the
crowd
had
stopped
,
went
in
to
see
him
at
the
same
time
as
an
adjutant
who
informed
the
count
that
the
horses
were
harnessed
.
They
were
both
pale
,
and
the
superintendent
of
police
,
after
reporting
that
he
had
executed
the
instructions
he
had
received
,
informed
the
count
that
an
immense
crowd
had
collected
in
the
courtyard
and
wished
to
see
him
.
Without
saying
a
word
Rostopchín
rose
and
walked
hastily
to
his
light
,
luxurious
drawing
room
,
went
to
the
balcony
door
,
took
hold
of
the
handle
,
let
it
go
again
,
and
went
to
the
window
from
which
he
had
a
better
view
of
the
whole
crowd
.
The
tall
lad
was
standing
in
front
,
flourishing
his
arm
and
saying
something
with
a
stern
look
.
The
blood-stained
smith
stood
beside
him
with
a
gloomy
face
.
A
drone
of
voices
was
audible
through
the
closed
window
.
"
Is
my
carriage
ready
?
"
asked
Rostopchín
,
stepping
back
from
the
window
.
"
It
is
,
your
excellency
,
"
replied
the
adjutant
.
Rostopchín
went
again
to
the
balcony
door
.
"
But
what
do
they
want
?
"
he
asked
the
superintendent
of
police
.
"
Your
excellency
,
they
say
they
have
got
ready
,
according
to
your
orders
,
to
go
against
the
French
,
and
they
shouted
something
about
treachery
.
But
it
is
a
turbulent
crowd
,
your
excellency
--
I
hardly
managed
to
get
away
from
it
.
Your
excellency
,
I
venture
to
suggest
...
"
"
You
may
go
.
I
do
n't
need
you
to
tell
me
what
to
do
!
"
exclaimed
Rostopchín
angrily
.
