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 one moment it seemed that the crowd was calming down, someone shouted:

“Leave him alone!”

“Do not touch the children!”

“Torment the old men!”

Again the childish voice cut the air. Weak, but penetrating, it tore my heart, and sounded for a long time in my ears, moving me far more than the mighty roar.

“Ah, devil!” cried someone madly above the deafening noise, which was raging everywhere.

“Knock him on the head!”

“He broke my legs….”

“You clumsy old devil.”

“Will you ever drive away that old Jew?”

Pushing and forcing their way through the crowd, two stoutly-built men were approaching the fence surrounding the house, and trying to climb on to the roof.