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The
bottle
of
rum
was
brought
.
The
window
frame
which
prevented
anyone
from
sitting
on
the
outer
sill
was
being
forced
out
by
two
footmen
,
who
were
evidently
flurried
and
intimidated
by
the
directions
and
shouts
of
the
gentlemen
around
.
Anatole
with
his
swaggering
air
strode
up
to
the
window
.
He
wanted
to
smash
something
.
Pushing
away
the
footmen
he
tugged
at
the
frame
,
but
could
not
move
it
.
He
smashed
a
pane
.
"
You
have
a
try
,
Hercules
,
"
said
he
,
turning
to
Pierre
.
Pierre
seized
the
crossbeam
,
tugged
,
and
wrenched
the
oak
frame
out
with
a
crash
.
"
Take
it
right
out
,
or
they
'll
think
I
'm
holding
on
,
"
said
Dólokhov
.
"
Is
the
Englishman
bragging
?
...
Eh
?
Is
it
all
right
?
"
said
Anatole
.
"
First-rate
,
"
said
Pierre
,
looking
at
Dólokhov
,
who
with
a
bottle
of
rum
in
his
hand
was
approaching
the
window
,
from
which
the
light
of
the
sky
,
the
dawn
merging
with
the
afterglow
of
sunset
,
was
visible
.
Dólokhov
,
the
bottle
of
rum
still
in
his
hand
,
jumped
onto
the
window
sill
.
"
Listen
!
"
cried
he
,
standing
there
and
addressing
those
in
the
room
.
All
were
silent
.
"
I
bet
fifty
imperials
"
--
he
spoke
French
that
the
Englishman
might
understand
him
,
but
he
did
not
speak
it
very
well
--
"
I
bet
fifty
imperials
...
or
do
you
wish
to
make
it
a
hundred
?
"
added
he
,
addressing
the
Englishman
.
"
No
,
fifty
,
"
replied
the
latter
.
