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Directly
opposite
to
him
came
a
strange
one-horse
vehicle
,
evidently
rigged
up
by
soldiers
out
of
any
available
materials
and
looking
like
something
between
a
cart
,
a
cabriolet
,
and
a
calèche
.
A
soldier
was
driving
,
and
a
woman
enveloped
in
shawls
sat
behind
the
apron
under
the
leather
hood
of
the
vehicle
.
Prince
Andrew
rode
up
and
was
just
putting
his
question
to
a
soldier
when
his
attention
was
diverted
by
the
desperate
shrieks
of
the
woman
in
the
vehicle
.
An
officer
in
charge
of
transport
was
beating
the
soldier
who
was
driving
the
woman
's
vehicle
for
trying
to
get
ahead
of
others
,
and
the
strokes
of
his
whip
fell
on
the
apron
of
the
equipage
.
The
woman
screamed
piercingly
.
Seeing
Prince
Andrew
she
leaned
out
from
behind
the
apron
and
,
waving
her
thin
arms
from
under
the
woolen
shawl
,
cried
:
"
Mr.
Aide-de-camp
!
Mr.
Aide-de-camp
!
...
For
heaven
's
sake
...
Protect
me
!
What
will
become
of
us
?
I
am
the
wife
of
the
doctor
of
the
Seventh
Chasseurs
...
They
wo
n't
let
us
pass
,
we
are
left
behind
and
have
lost
our
people
...
"
"
I
'll
flatten
you
into
a
pancake
!
"
shouted
the
angry
officer
to
the
soldier
.
"
Turn
back
with
your
slut
!
"
"
Mr.
Aide-de-camp
!
Help
me
!
...
What
does
it
all
mean
?
"
screamed
the
doctor
's
wife
.
"
Kindly
let
this
cart
pass
.
Do
n't
you
see
it
's
a
woman
?
"
said
Prince
Andrew
riding
up
to
the
officer
.
The
officer
glanced
at
him
,
and
without
replying
turned
again
to
the
soldier
.
"
I
'll
teach
you
to
push
on
!
...
Back
!
"
"
Let
them
pass
,
I
tell
you
!
"
repeated
Prince
Andrew
,
compressing
his
lips
.
"
And
who
are
you
?
"
cried
the
officer
,
turning
on
him
with
tipsy
rage
,
"
who
are
you
?
Are
you
in
command
here
?
Eh
?
I
am
commander
here
,
not
you
!
Go
back
or
I
'll
flatten
you
into
a
pancake
,
"
repeated
he
.
This
expression
evidently
pleased
him
.
"
That
was
a
nice
snub
for
the
little
aide-de-camp
,
"
came
a
voice
from
behind
.
Prince
Andrew
saw
that
the
officer
was
in
that
state
of
senseless
,
tipsy
rage
when
a
man
does
not
know
what
he
is
saying
.
He
saw
that
his
championship
of
the
doctor
's
wife
in
her
queer
trap
might
expose
him
to
what
he
dreaded
more
than
anything
in
the
world
--
to
ridicule
;
but
his
instinct
urged
him
on
.
Before
the
officer
finished
his
sentence
Prince
Andrew
,
his
face
distorted
with
fury
,
rode
up
to
him
and
raised
his
riding
whip
.
