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"
What
is
the
German
for
'
shelter
'
?
"
"
Shelter
?
"
Pierre
repeated
.
"
The
German
for
shelter
is
Unterkunft
.
"
"
How
do
you
say
it
?
"
the
captain
asked
quickly
and
doubtfully
.
"
Unterkunft
,
"
Pierre
repeated
.
"
Onterkoff
,
"
said
the
captain
and
looked
at
Pierre
for
some
seconds
with
laughing
eyes
.
"
These
Germans
are
first-rate
fools
,
do
n't
you
think
so
,
Monsieur
Pierre
?
"
he
concluded
.
"
Well
,
let
's
have
another
bottle
of
this
Moscow
Bordeaux
,
shall
we
?
Morel
will
warm
us
up
another
little
bottle
.
Morel
!
"
he
called
out
gaily
.
Morel
brought
candles
and
a
bottle
of
wine
.
The
captain
looked
at
Pierre
by
the
candlelight
and
was
evidently
struck
by
the
troubled
expression
on
his
companion
's
face
.
Ramballe
,
with
genuine
distress
and
sympathy
in
his
face
,
went
up
to
Pierre
and
bent
over
him
.
"
There
now
,
we
're
sad
,
"
said
he
,
touching
Pierre
's
hand
.
"
Have
I
upset
you
?
No
,
really
,
have
you
anything
against
me
?
"
he
asked
Pierre
.
"
Perhaps
it
's
the
state
of
affairs
?
"
Pierre
did
not
answer
,
but
looked
cordially
into
the
Frenchman
's
eyes
whose
expression
of
sympathy
was
pleasing
to
him
.
"
Honestly
,
without
speaking
of
what
I
owe
you
,
I
feel
friendship
for
you
.
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
?
Dispose
of
me
.
It
is
for
life
and
death
.
I
say
it
with
my
hand
on
my
heart
!
"
said
he
,
striking
his
chest
.
