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"
Here
,
take
the
child
!
"
said
Pierre
peremptorily
and
hurriedly
to
the
woman
,
handing
the
little
girl
to
her
.
"
Give
her
back
to
them
,
give
her
back
!
"
he
almost
shouted
,
putting
the
child
,
who
began
screaming
,
on
the
ground
,
and
again
looking
at
the
Frenchman
and
the
Armenian
family
.
The
old
man
was
already
sitting
barefoot
.
The
little
Frenchman
had
secured
his
second
boot
and
was
slapping
one
boot
against
the
other
.
The
old
man
was
saying
something
in
a
voice
broken
by
sobs
,
but
Pierre
caught
but
a
glimpse
of
this
,
his
whole
attention
was
directed
to
the
Frenchman
in
the
frieze
gown
who
meanwhile
,
swaying
slowly
from
side
to
side
,
had
drawn
nearer
to
the
young
woman
and
taking
his
hands
from
his
pockets
had
seized
her
by
the
neck
.
The
beautiful
Armenian
still
sat
motionless
and
in
the
same
attitude
,
with
her
long
lashes
drooping
as
if
she
did
not
see
or
feel
what
the
soldier
was
doing
to
her
.
While
Pierre
was
running
the
few
steps
that
separated
him
from
the
Frenchman
,
the
tall
marauder
in
the
frieze
gown
was
already
tearing
from
her
neck
the
necklace
the
young
Armenian
was
wearing
,
and
the
young
woman
,
clutching
at
her
neck
,
screamed
piercingly
.
"
Let
that
woman
alone
!
"
exclaimed
Pierre
hoarsely
in
a
furious
voice
,
seizing
the
soldier
by
his
round
shoulders
and
throwing
him
aside
.
The
soldier
fell
,
got
up
,
and
ran
away
.
But
his
comrade
,
throwing
down
the
boots
and
drawing
his
sword
,
moved
threateningly
toward
Pierre
.
"
Voyons
,
pas
de
bêtises
!
"
*
he
cried
.
*
"
Look
here
,
no
nonsense
!
"
Pierre
was
in
such
a
transport
of
rage
that
he
remembered
nothing
and
his
strength
increased
tenfold
.
