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I'll walk about near the tent, your honour, if you like; I'll... I'll go away, your honour, if you like, a little.... I'm ready to do your honour a service.... I'll move away... to be sure, I will. 'Well, mind you do.... And bring her, do you hear? 'Eh, but she's a beauty, your honour, eh? your honour, a beauty, eh? Girshel bent down and peeped into my eyes. 'She's good-looking.
'If your honour'll be so good as to take the slipper off his right foot, I can't get at it. He was still holding the Jew in his arms. I took off the slipper, took out of it a carefully folded piece of paper, unfolded it, and found an accurate map of our camp. On the margin were a number of notes written in a fine hand in the Jews' language. Meanwhile Siliavka had set Girshel on his legs.
There was a conflagration in Dantzig: by the faint, reddish, flickering glow of the distant fire I saw the pale face of a young Jewess. Her beauty astounded me. I stood facing her, and gazed at her in silence. She did not raise her eyes. A slight rustle made me look round. Girshel was cautiously poking his head in under the edge of the tent. I waved my hand at him angrily,... he vanished.
Siliavka went quickly up to him and laid his heavy paw on his shoulder. Girshel seemed to shrink into himself. He shook like a leaf and uttered a feeble cry, like a hare's. Siliavka addressed him threateningly, and seized him by the collar. I could not hear their conversation, but from the despairing gestures of the Jew, and his supplicating appearance, I began to guess what it was.
Money's a capital thing; always of use; you can get anything for money, your honour; anything! anything! Only say the word to the agent, he'll get you anything, your honour, anything! anything! 'Don't tell lies, Jew. 'Ay! ay! repeated Girshel, shaking his side-locks.
'Where? what for? let us stop here. 'To father, to father, quick... save him... save him! 'To what father? 'My father; they are going to hang him.... 'What! is Girshel...? 'My father... I '11 tell you all about it later, she added, wringing her hands in despair: 'only come... come.... We ran out of the tent.
'Your... your... your Excellency, stammered Girshel, 'I... indeed,... your Excellency... I'm not guilty... your Excellency; ask his honour the officer.... I'm an agent, your Excellency, an honest agent. 'He ought to be cross-examined, the general murmured in an undertone, wagging his head gravely. 'Come, how do you explain this, my friend? 'I'm not guilty, your Excellency, I'm not guilty.
I tried in vain to soothe her, to persuade her.... She wept in torrents.... I caressed her, wiped her tears; as before, she did not resist, made no answer to my questions and wept wept, like a waterfall. I felt a pang at my heart; I got up and went out of the tent. Girshel seemed to pop up out of the earth before me. 'Girshel, I said to him, 'here's the money I promised you. Take Sara away.
But all at once she broke from their arms and rushed towards Girshel.... Siliavka stopped her. Sara pushed him away; her face was covered with a faint flush, her eyes flashed, she stretched out her arms.
Girshel did not make his appearance, and no one had seen him in the camp. I slept rather badly at nights; I was continually haunted by wet, black eyes, and long eyelashes; my lips could not forget the touch of her cheek, smooth and fresh as a downy plum. I was sent out with a foraging party to a village some distance away.
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