Well, good-bye, do as you please!" As I drew away I saw a look of desperate determination in his eyes.

He looked at me like a dog who expects to be beaten.

Then what must have been one of the supreme moments of his life came to him.

I saw him struggle to command, with the effort of his whole soul, his terror.
For a moment he wavered.

He made a hopeless gesture with his hand, took two little steps as though he would run into the hedge amongst the soldiers and hide there, then suddenly walked past me, quickly, towards the wagons, with his own absurd little strut, with his head up, giving his cough, looking, after that, neither to the right, nor to the left.
In silence we caught up the wagons.