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"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 won'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. Don'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.