It was only a mistake, and you acted the way any coldhearted boy would act if--if someone were to try to steal his horse, for instance.

But just now it's hard for me to look at you and be calm." "Don't try to be! Swear at me--curse--rave--beat me; I'd be glad of the blows, Pierre.

I'd hold out my arms to 'em.

But don't go out that door!" "Why ?" "Because--if you found her--she's not alone." "Say that slowly.

I don't understand.