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"
But
I
have
had
a
lucky
escape
this
time
,
"
he
added
,
pointing
to
the
damaged
plaster
of
the
wall
.
"
Who
is
that
man
?
"
said
he
,
looking
sternly
at
Pierre
.
"
Oh
,
I
am
really
in
despair
at
what
has
occurred
,
"
said
Pierre
rapidly
,
quite
forgetting
the
part
he
had
intended
to
play
.
"
He
is
an
unfortunate
madman
who
did
not
know
what
he
was
doing
.
"
The
officer
went
up
to
Makár
Alexéevich
and
took
him
by
the
collar
.
Makár
Alexéevich
was
standing
with
parted
lips
,
swaying
,
as
if
about
to
fall
asleep
,
as
he
leaned
against
the
wall
.
"
Brigand
!
You
shall
pay
for
this
,
"
said
the
Frenchman
,
letting
go
of
him
.
"
We
French
are
merciful
after
victory
,
but
we
do
not
pardon
traitors
,
"
he
added
,
with
a
look
of
gloomy
dignity
and
a
fine
energetic
gesture
.
Pierre
continued
,
in
French
,
to
persuade
the
officer
not
to
hold
that
drunken
imbecile
to
account
.
The
Frenchman
listened
in
silence
with
the
same
gloomy
expression
,
but
suddenly
turned
to
Pierre
with
a
smile
.
For
a
few
seconds
he
looked
at
him
in
silence
.
His
handsome
face
assumed
a
melodramatically
gentle
expression
and
he
held
out
his
hand
.
"
You
have
saved
my
life
.
You
are
French
,
"
said
he
.
For
a
Frenchman
that
deduction
was
indubitable
.
Only
a
Frenchman
could
perform
a
great
deed
,
and
to
save
his
life
--
the
life
of
M.
Ramballe
,
captain
of
the
13th
Light
Regiment
--
was
undoubtedly
a
very
great
deed
.
But
however
indubitable
that
conclusion
and
the
officer
's
conviction
based
upon
it
,
Pierre
felt
it
necessary
to
disillusion
him
.
"
I
am
Russian
,
"
he
said
quickly
