He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. And in its way it was very well. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. But I'll tell you about him some other time. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. You're welcome to it.
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